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[thewidowsghost]

Chase (Natasha x Pregnant!Wife!Reader)

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This is for @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest's Secret Santa Exchange.

This is @mostly-marauders-headcanons's gift. They asked for the prompt "just as long as you didn't get hurt" "well, about that..." with Natasha or Shuri. I went with Nat, just because I'm more well versed in writing for Nat.

(Y/n) fixes her (E/c) gaze on the front door of her and her wife's home as she hears the doorknob move. (Y/n) grins, heaving herself off the couch, her hand resting on her pregnant belly.

"Hiya, hun," (Y/n) greets as Natasha Romanoff walks through the door, (Y/n)'s eyes glowing with affection. "How was work, love?" she asks, leading Natasha to the couch.

"It was alright. Just training today," Natasha replies.

"Just as long as you didn't get hurt," (Y/n) says, her hand moving to rest on her belly again.

"Well, about that . . ." the former assassin replies, trailing off at (Y/n)'s expression.

"Are you alright? Where are you hurt?" (Y/n) asks frantically.

Natasha readies herself for Steve's attack, her muscles tensed.

Steve's eyes narrow, and it is the super-soldier who attacks first.

Natasha holds her own for a while, but with a lunge from Steve and a resounding crack, the two stop, Natasha cradling her right wrist in her left hand.

Natasha isn't really know how she'd managed to get home or the key in the door, as she wasn't left-handed.

(Y/n) heaves herself to her feet again, struggling a little more under the cumbersome weight of her seven-month bump.

Natasha stands up to help, but (Y/n) pushes her back down with a gentle hand.

In the dim light from the TV, (Y/n) finally sees the black cast peeking out from her sweatshirt's - one that (Y/n) liked to steal quite often - right sleeve.

(Y/n) pads over to the freezer in the kitchen, puts some ice in a Ziploc bag, and then wraps the bag of ice in a paper towel.

(Y/n) brings the ice bag to Natasha, who accepts it gratefully, before the pregnant woman pads over to the closet in the corner of the living room, and grabs a blanket, and returns to the couch.

Natasha cuddles up to (Y/n) on the large couch, her broken wrist resting on (Y/n)'s belly. Natasha grins when she gets a gentle kick from their son in response.

"Remember how we met?" Natasha asks, and (Y/n) grins, her eyes glowing.

"Oh yeah, you were a wreck," (Y/n) replies teasingly, her eyes shining.

Natasha's eyes fix on the pretty young woman talking with Tony.

The party rages around Natasha, but it seems to go silent as Natasha gazes at the woman.

Sensing eyes on her, the woman looks over and Natasha feels as though she'd been struck by lightning.

She's breathtaking, Natasha thinks. Her feet disobey her thoughts as Natasha starts towards the woman.

"Hi," the woman says, a gorgeous smile spreading across her face, and Natasha's brain short circuits.

"I - I, uh," Natasha's words stumble to a halt, not knowing what to say to the woman.

"You must be Natasha," the woman guesses. "I'm (Y/n). (Y/h) (L/n)."

"I'm, uh," Natasha gazes, wide-eyed at (Y/n); (Y/n) chuckles as Natasha continues, "lesbian."

"So am I," (Y/n) says, waving Tony away, and her friend just laughs, walking away.

"T-that's cool," Natasha replies, stuttering a little.

(Y/n) laughs softly again, and she focuses on Natasha's features.

Fiery red hair.

Sparkling emerald green eyes.

(Y/n) flushes and averts her gaze from Natasha's piercing eyes.

"D-do you wanna go out with me sometime?" (Y/n) asks, her (E/c) eyes fixed on the ground.

"Um, t-that sounds fun," Natasha replies, and (Y/n)'s eyes meet Natasha's again.

"Hey! If I remember correctly," Natasha says, her uninjured hand brushing soothingly across (Y/n)'s stomach under her shirt, "you were a disaster."

(Y/n) rolls her eyes affectionately and her arms tighten around Natasha slightly, being careful of Natasha's broken wrist.

"Well, at least our first date was memorable," (Y/n) comments with a laugh.

Natasha is the one to roll her eyes this time. "Yeah, who knew getting ice cream and a walk in the park could've gone so wrong?"

"Hey, it wasn't my fault my ankle was broken," (Y/n) retorts, her eyes glowing. "At least you felt partly responsible for some reason."

"Those few weeks were nice," Natasha agrees.

Natasha's gaze lands on the injured woman lying on the couch in (Y/n)'s apartment, her leg elevated, fast asleep.

Natasha had felt responsible for (Y/n)'s injury - she'd been the one to suggest the walk through the park - and had insisted on being (Y/n)'s personal assistant until her ankle had healed, Natasha taking the spare bedroom in (Y/n)'s apartment.

(Y/n)'s eyes blink open, (Y/n) squinting from the harsh light shining through the curtains, and Natasha darts over with a glass of water.

(Y/n) chuckles, taking the glass before moving to sit up, her ankle resting on the coffee table - Natasha had put a pillow down. (Y/n) pats the couch beside her, and Natasha sits down, her eyes glowing.

"You're still here, Romanoff?" (Y/n) asks her, (E/c) orbs twinkling. Natasha nods and (Y/n) smiles. "You're very sweet, you know that?" she asks, and Natasha turns to meet (Y/n)'s gaze. (Y/n)'s smile widens as she registers the redness growing on Natasha's cheeks. (Y/n) reaches over with her free hand, and takes Natasha's hand, entangling their fingers.

Natasha flushes redder but leaves her hand in (Y/n)'s.

"Surprisingly, you were always the boldest of the two of us," Natasha comments, her head resting on (Y/n)'s shoulder.

"I grew up with Tony Stark as a mentor, of course, I'm insane," (Y/n) says, her eyes glimmering with amusement.

"Oh, so you're calling me insane now?" Tony Stark says, entering the couple's house.

"Holy shit, Tony!" Natasha exclaims, sitting up, her uninjured hand resting protectively on (Y/n)'s belly.

"Anthony Stark!" (Y/n) scolds, not moving from her place on the couch. "What are you doing in our house?" she questions.

"What?" Tony exclaims. "We brought gifts!"

This time, (Y/n) does sit up to find all the Avengers and company - Wanda, Vision, and their boys Tommy and Billy, Tony, Pepper, and little Morgan, Steve, Bucky, Clint, Sam, Carol, Peter, Thor, and Bruce - standing in their foyer.

(Y/n) lets out a little grumble as she gets to her feet. A smile spreading across her face, she gives all of her friends hugs before tickling her god-daughter in greeting. Morgan lets out a squeal of delight and Natasha smiles fondly.

"You guys didn't have to bring anything," (Y/n) comments, the Avengers and company taking up seats and on the floor of the living room.

"But then we would've felt bad," Wanda says with a smile. "You two must've spent at least two hundred dollars on the twins before they were born."

"You still didn't -" (Y/n) falters, her (E/c) orbs softening at the tiny baby shirt from Wanda. "Nevermind," (Y/n) continues. "This is adorable." The shirt is black with a red hourglass, and in red writing, "Baby Widow!" with red hearts for the dots in the I and the exclamation mark. "Look, Nattie!" (Y/n) shows the shirt to Natasha, and the redhead beams at Wanda, wrapping her uninjured arm around (Y/n).

The rest of the gifts include another few baby shirts with Iron Nephew written one, a red shirt with the Avengers symbol all over it, and one with SHIELD symbols on it; some cute baby shoes from Sam and Bucky; diapers and wipes from Clint; baby socks from Thor, and an assortment of toys from the rest.

By the time (Y/n) and Natasha open the last gift, (Y/n)'s eyes are watery.

"All of you are so sweet," (Y/n) says, hugging Wanda as they all say goodbye an hour or later.

"Your friends are so nice," (Y/n) says softly as the two women cuddle on the couch once they had taken all the gifts to the nursery.

"They are, aren't they?" Natasha agrees, her emerald gaze warm with affection as they cuddle together.

. . .

(Y/n) snuggles into Natasha a week later, her baby bump fitting into the curve of Natasha's hip.

This makes (Y/n) smiles, the thought filling (Y/n) with warmth. We fit like a puzzle.

(Y/n) gently untangles herself from Natasha and pads into the kitchen to start breakfast - it being one of Natasha's days off.

. . .

Natasha silently enters the kitchen and wraps her arms around (Y/n)'s waits, her hands resting on (Y/n)'s belly.

(Y/n) lets out a squeak of alarm and burns her hand on the stove.

Natasha immediately lets go of (Y/n)'s waist and looks her up own and down for any sign of injuries.

"I'm sorry!" Natasha says apologetically. "Just as long as you didn't get hurt!"

"Yeah, about that . . ." (Y/n) falters, showing Natasha her burnt hand.

Natasha grabs (Y/n)’s hand, presses a soft kiss to the burnt spot before leaving the room, returning quickly before returning to the kitchen with some burn spray and a roll of gauze a moment later.

Natasha sprays the burn with the spray before wrapping it tightly with the gauze. “Better?” the redhead asks, a guilty expression on her face.

“Tasha, hun, it wasn’t your fault,” (Y/n) tells her distraught wife. “I’ll be alright,” she soothes, brushing her unburnt thumb between Natahsa’s eyebrows to chase away Natasha’s frown.

It works, because the frown does slide off Natasha's face to be replaced with a look of tender affection.

“Chase,” (Y/n) says suddenly.

“What?” Natasha asks, her eyes wide with bewilderment.

“Chase,” (Y/n) repeats, taking her hand and placing it on her swollen stomach. “We should call him Chase.”

“Chase Anthony Romanoff,” Natasha says with a smile, testing out the name. “I like that."

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[ghostofskywalker]

Throw Away The Key

Wanda Maximoff/Bisexual!Fem!Reader

Words: 2,612

Summary: It was no secret in the compound that Wanda Maximoff and Y/N L/N hated each other. One day, the team realizes that they’ve had enough of the arguing, and they take matters into their own hands.

Prompt: “She threw a knife at you. How much worse could a conversation go?"

this is part of the Women of Marvel xReader Exchange, which i ran :) this prompt came from @starbuckie​, and i loved writing it! 

you can see all the fics that were written for this exchange over on my event blog, which is @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest​

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When Bucky walked into the kitchen of the Avengers Compound, Wanda was angrily chopping vegetables on the counter. He could tell she was mad, because she was cutting much quicker than usual as she muttered to herself, and there was a knife stuck in the wall next to the door. Bucky couldn’t hear what she was saying, but he knew it wasn’t joyful. Wanda seemed to sense that someone else was in the room, because she looked up at Bucky with a death glare, and he raised his hands in the air, afraid she was going to point the knife at him next. “Whatever you’re mad at, I didn’t do it.”

Wanda cracked a smile at his comment, and Bucky felt somewhat accomplished. “No, it wasn’t you,” she said. He waited for her to elaborate, but she didn’t.

“Are you okay though?” he asked. “Because there’s a knife stuck in the wall and I really would like to be able to get something to eat and live to tell about it.”

“I’m fine,” she said, but the speed and force at which she was still cutting the vegetables didn't really convince him. He didn’t even have to ask Wanda why she was mad or who she had been arguing with, because it didn’t take a genius to figure it out.

“Okay,” he said. “I’m still going to go now.”

When he was safely out of the kitchen (with all his limbs and no stab wound) he decided to find out what had obviously gotten Wanda so rattled up, and he knew exactly where to go: to your room.

You were laying on your bed when Bucky walked in, scrolling aimlessly on your phone, and you looked up at him. “What’s up?”

He didn’t bother to beat around the bush. “What’s got Wanda all riled up?” he asked, eyebrows raised. “Did you two fight again?”

You put your phone down and stared at him. “Do you really want an answer to that question?” you asked.

He shook his head in response. “I knew it.”

��To be fair, it wasn’t the worst conversation we’d ever had.”

“Y/N, it looks like she threw a knife at you. How much worse could a conversation go?"

“You’d be surprised actually.”

“You know Steve is going to have a conniption if this continues,” Bucky said. “Didn’t he already tell you two to knock it off?”

“And you really think the two of us can just get over it because Cap said so?” you asked. “I don’t even know why she hates me.”

“Have you ever considered that she may act like that to you because you act like that to her?” Bucky asked. If it was anyone else on the team, you might have been annoyed at the unsolicited psychoanalysis, but you and Bucky had a special relationship compared to everyone else. He was actually your ex-boyfriend, which no one really believed because the two of you still acted like best friends, but it was true. Sometimes relationships just don’t work out, and you realized that you two were much better off as friends.

You shook your head. “No, it wasn’t me, or at least I don’t think it was. One day she just started to act like that, and I guess I got the message.”

Bucky didn’t answer, but you knew what he was thinking. He left your room shortly after that, and you sat there, combing through your memories, wondering what you could have possibly done to make Wanda hate you the way she did.

***

Unbeknownst to you and Wanda, the rest of the team had finally had enough of your arguments. The knife in the kitchen wall was the last straw, especially for Tony, who acted like you had smashed the windows or something. But the problem was that no one knew what the cause of the animosity was, and no one knew what to do to get you to actually be civil to one another. “It’s a lost cause,” Natasha said as she sat around a table with Steve, Bucky, Tony, Sam, and Clint. “It might be more effective to give them each a floor of this place and say they’re not allowed near each other.”

“We can’t do that,” Steve said, shaking his head. “They need to at least be able to tolerate each other. The next big threat to walk through that door is going to steamroll us if we don’t work together as a team, and right now, Y/N and Wanda are putting us in serious jeopardy of that.”

Bucky had been eerily silent for the entire conversation, and he eventually spoke up after Steve. “I have an idea that may work,” he said. “But neither of them are going to like it, and we’re probably not going to like it for the first few hours either.”

Bucky laid out his plan, and Steve, Sam, and Tony agreed that they could at least give it a shot, but someone would have to stand by to make sure Y/N and Wanda didn’t kill each other. Natasha was silent as they planned out how they were going to make it work, and she shook her head. She didn’t think was that good of an idea, but there wasn’t another option at this point.It was going to be an interesting few days in the compound, that’s for sure.

You only found out about their “genius plan” when Bucky suggested that you two watch a movie together the next afternoon, and you were stupidly lulled into the trap with promises of popcorn and ice cream, because the situation you had found yourself in was more like the plot of a movie than sitting down to watch one.

Because Steve handcuffed you and Wanda together.

“What the fuck?” Wanda said loudly as the handcuffs snapped on her wrists.

You rolled your eyes. “Finally, something we can agree on.”

“We’re not unlocking you until you can figure out how to at least tolerate one another,” Steve said, putting the key in his pocket. You gave him a glare that could wilt a houseplant, and you shook your head at Bucky, who was laughing his ass off behind where Steve was standing. This had his name written all over it, you decided, and if you found out that he’s the reason you’re now cuffed to your least favorite member of the team, there would be hell to pay.

It got worse when everyone else left the room, because now the two of you were alone, and there was no way to get rid of each other. “Can’t you use your magic to get these things off?” you grumbled, trying to pull your hand out of the small hole.

“Believe me, if I could, we wouldn’t be in this situation right now.”

“So we’re stuck like this?” you sat down in the middle of the living area, jerking Wanda down with you. She swore as she plummeted to the ground and glared at you. “Worst day of my life.”

“You could repeat that,” she said, and the two of you sat there, on the floor in the middle of the room, as far away from each other as the cuffs would allow, wondering what the hell you could possibly do to get out of this situation.

You spent an entire day chained together like that, dragging each other around when you wanted something and grumbling to yourselves the entire time. More death threats were thrown around than you could count, and you decided that you were going to murder Steve if he didn’t unlock the two of you soon. Dinner was awkward, as the two of you kept yanking your arms back in order to eat (either the team really thought that burgers were a good idea, or they just really wanted you to suffer).  And as the sun went down, you had a horrific realization: that if these cuffs didn’t come off in the next few hours, you had to sleep in the same bed as Wanda Maximoff.

You plead your case with Steve, but after the disaster that was dinner, he refused to unlock the two of you. You could have killed him right there, but you refrained, because maybe if you just went along with it you would realize that it was all one big joke and you’d be allowed to sleep in your own bed, not handcuffed to anyone, and especially not your worst enemy. But once again you were proved wrong.

Changing into your pajamas was bad enough, and you had just laid down (in one of the many guest rooms, because there was no way in hell you were letting her near your room) when Wanda turned her back to you, but the fact that you were handcuffed together made it a little complicated. “I need my fucking arm you know!” you said, breaking the heavy silence in the room.

“Well it’s attached to my arm!”

“And that’s not my fault, is it?”

“I’d love to know how you think it’s my fault then.”

“This whole thing is your fault!” you said. “Because I don’t know what I did to make you hate me, and now we’re stuck like this.”

No response from Wanda. You wondered if you’d struck a nerve, but you decided to let it go and at least try to get some sleep, or you would just be even more angry and annoyed tomorrow.

You tried not to let your thoughts drift to the woman sleeping peacefully next to you as you fell asleep, and you tried not to think about what might have happened if the two of you didn’t hate each other the way you did.

***

If going to sleep was awkward, waking up was worse. You woke up first, and you weren’t sure what to do. You couldn’t move your arm, because then Wanda would wake up, but you couldn’t just stay like this forever.  And being alone with your thoughts was almost worse than having her awake. You hoped that since the two of you had been chained together by your friends and forced into this situation that she might be nicer to you, even if it was just to get the cuffs off.

But when she woke up, it became clear that your hopes were futile. Breakfast was another nightmare, and you had to stop yourself from throwing a bottle of water at her to get her to shut up. Insults were slung left and right, and Steve just shook his head and told you that you definitely weren’t getting the cuffs off until you learned to get along.

About mid-afternoon, you realized that you had enough of this, and thankfully, the perfect opportunity presented itself. When you and Wanda were walking by the living room to get something to drink, you spotted Steve, fast asleep on the couch. You poked Wanda (and shushed her when she tried to speak) and pointed to Steve on the couch. She immediately understood what you were suggesting, and the two of you creeped slowly into the room, making sure the handcuffs didn’t make a sound.  After trying to see if he was really asleep or just faking it for whatever reason, Wanda used her magic to slowly lift the keys out of his pocket.  The minute they were in her hands, the two of you left the room and immediately went back to where you had slept the night before.

Hearing the sound of the key clicking in the cuffs was the best thing in the world, and you threw your arms in the air when they were free. You both breathed a sigh of relief, and then a silence fell over the room. What were you supposed to say in this situation, especially when you cheated your way into getting unlocked?

You chose to say nothing, and you both went your separate ways. You collapsed onto your bed, your mind still reeling from what had just happened. You got a good few hours to yourself before Bucky walked into the room and saw you (obviously without Wanda) and then told everyone else.

Steve decreed that you shouldn’t have been unlocked the way you did, but he said he wasn’t going to lock you back up again because you at least worked together to get the key. He made you both promise to be civil to each other on missions, and then you were once again alone. Bucky was avoiding you, you could tell that, and you had a feeling it was because the whole thing was his idea, and he was worried you would kill him the next time you saw him.

You were laying on your bed a few days later when there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” you said, thinking it was Bucky coming with an apology gift and your favorite take out. But it wasn’t, and you were shocked when Wanda tentatively walked into the room. You didn’t know where you stood with her after the whole handcuff thing, but you thought you would really only see her on missions now, or occasionally when Steve makes everyone sit down and eat dinner together.

“Can we talk?” she asked quietly, and you nodded. Before you could say anything else, she spoke again. “I want to apologize for the way I’ve acted and treated you. You don’t have to forgive me, but I don’t want us to hate each other anymore.”

You didn’t know what to say as you walked over to stand near her, shutting the door in the process. It was silent in the room for a few moments, and then you spoke. “I just want to know why you hated me,” you said. “Because if I did something to you I want to apologize, but I don’t know what to apologize for.”

She took a deep breath before she spoke again. “It wasn’t anything you did,” she said. “I was jealous, so I acted rashly. I decided that if I got you to hate me, then I wouldn’t feel bad about falling in love with you.”

She was in love with you? If you thought you were speechless before, you didn’t even know what this was. “What were you jealous of?” was what you decided to say, your brain still spinning as you tried to process this.

“Bucky,” she said quietly. “When I saw you together. I wished it was me, but I didn’t want to be rejected. And I know you don’t like me, but I just needed to get that off my chest.”

“Who says I don’t like you?” you asked, before you could stop yourself. You may have been arguing with her from almost the minute you met, but that didn’t mean you hadn’t ever thought of her like that.

Wanda looked confused. “But-”

“I’m bisexual,” you said. “I thought everyone on the team already knew, but I guess not.” Wanda looked back towards the door, like she was going to try and escape, and you reached out to grab her hand. “So if you thought I didn’t like you like that, then you’re wrong about that one.”

“I still blew my chance with you though,” she said. “And I don’t blame you.”

In a moment of bravery, you leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “I don’t think you blew it,” you said. She didn’t speak, instead placing her hands on your cheeks and bringing you close to kiss you properly.

You definitely didn’t object to that, because this was much better than yelling at each other.

- the end -

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[lazypeachsoul]

I wouldn't want to spend a minute lovin' anybody else.

Warnings: this fic has some sad moments and mentions of the blip. also kind of AU because I'm completely ignoring Natasha's canon end.

Word count: 4,2k (i got very carried away with this fic)

Summary: · Meeting the right person at the wrong time can be life changing when it doesn’t work out the way we desire. But if it's meant to be it will always happen, right?

A/N: This is my fic for the "Women of Marvel xReader Exchange" created by @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest . It was created for @im-holding-ontoyou and I hope you like it! gif by @natasharomanovgifs 🌼 ALSO; i haven't watched Black Widow yet so I'm sorry if something in this fic doesn't fit the new info we got about natasha.

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New York, 2015.

When you received the call from one of your bosses that you had a new case you would have never imagined how big that case would turn out to be.

You had been working for one of the most important law firms in New York for a year now, and you were getting kind of used to reading cases that would be narrated in the papers for months. Rich and entitled men, big divorces were they fight over who gets the yacht, one or two murder cases... if it revolved around the powerful people of New York city, your firm would get it.

When you got to the debriefing and were told that Tony Stark, one of the firm's most important clients, asked your team for assistance in the creation of some legislation with the newly created “Advanced Threat Containment Unit” you were more than surprised.

The events that the Avengers had caused (or saved us from, there were different opinions going around) in the small country of Sokovia were known all around the and it was only time before the most powerful officials asked for the regulation of ‘superhero activity’.

You weren’t important enough to actually attend the meetings that took place with the government, seeing as you had only passed your bar exam a little over a year prior, but you were deemed cheerful and nice enough to act as a nexus between the firm and the client.

For months you spent your days talking to Tony Stark and other members of The Avengers trying to explain what was being talked about. The first few meetings were a disaster, seeing as the mood was somber for the lives lost and nobody really understood your legal jargon. But slowly you started to transform your language and really tried to make the meetings as easy as possible for everyone present.

But who were you kidding, they really didn’t care about the meetings or the silly attorney being sent to explain something that was way above their paycheck. Well, at least Stark was gracious enough to set a coffee station with some pastries for the meeting. You were pouring the hot liquid into your to-go cup when your hand jerked and the hot liquid splashed your hand.

You could feel the sting of the burn but avoided further sudden movements trying not to make it worse. Before you could reach for a napkin to clean up the mess you made, a more dexterous and manicured hand reached for them and exchanged the hot cup in your hand for the bunch of papers.

“Careful, Stark always serves boiling coffee. I think it’s to mask that it’s not the best quality.”

You lifted your gaze from your hand and found a pair of deep green eyes gazing back. You would have thought that spending numerous meetings in the company of superheroes would make you less susceptible to their powerful auras, but being this close to Natasha Romanoff made your heart beat a bit faster.

“Yeah, I found out the hard way.” You joked, lifting your hand a bit. “You would guess one of the richest people in the world would actually serve good coffee...”

Seeing her crack a smile made you feel less tense. Sometimes you forget they are still normal people. Normal people who could kill you with their bare hands and had superhuman powers. She placed your cup on the food table, apparently not bothered by how hot it must have been, and pushed her hand in your direction.

“I’m Natasha Romanoff.” You wrapped your hand around hers and shook it, biting your tongue trying not to tell her of course you knew her name. “Sorry I didn’t introduce myself in earlier meetings, we were all trying to come to terms with what had happened.”

“No worries, I can only imagine how hard it must have been for all of you.” You nodded and tried to show her sympathy, trying to avoid thinking about all the lives affected by the fight. “Oh sorry, I’m-”

Natasha quickly cut you off, speaking your name before you could even say it. You could feel your cheeks get warmer at the idea that they actually knew who you were, and she probably could sense your mood change because she quickly explained.

“I know who you are, you send us at least two emails a week about these meetings and FRIDAY always announces you before you arrive.”

“Who announces me?” You asked curiously at the mention of a name you recognized.

“FRIDAY. It’s the name of Stark’s AI technology. It works all around the tower and it’s there to make life easier for everyone.” She explained pointing around at the speakers strategically placed around the room.

“Oh, I get emails from Friday sometimes. Most of them are asking me to translate or explain something about the debriefing because Mr.Stark is not interested in legal terms.” Both you and Natasha laughed at the thought.

But she quickly recomposed and tried to look serious again when she heard her teammates coming in to get ready for the meeting.

“I wanted to ask you about that. Do you think we could schedule a meeting so that you could explain some things about the legislation of the A.T.C.U.?” She spoke lower than she had when the two of you were alone and you wondered why she didn’t want her colleagues to know about the meeting.

“Ye-Yeah, of course I can.” You were confused but thought it would be in your best interest, and the firm’s, to say yes to the proposal. And a meeting with a very attractive and definitely interesting woman was not something that happened constantly for you.

“Great, thank you.” She smiled warmly and squeezed your hand that you hadn’t even realized was still wrapped around hers from the introduction. “I can promise you better coffee.”

You could only hum in response, still trying to piece together what she might want from the meeting. But your thoughts were quickly cut off when Stark entered the room and you moved to start the reunion.

During the entire meeting you could feel the dull pain in your hand from the scorching coffee and the feeling of a pair of green eyes watching your every move.

Vienna, 2016.

The situation had only gone downhill from the Battle of Sokovia. The public’s opinion on the Avengers was at an all-time-low and that made terrorist groups bold. They knew that if they struck and caused enough chaos, the blame would fall on the good guys that tried to stop them.

The only thing that seemed to be a stable thing in your life was Natasha. Well, as stable as dating a superhero might be. She was busy a lot, but you understood the importance of her job and you were quite busy too gaining importance within the law firm.

And even if sometimes terrorists and criminals got in the way you still found a moment to spend together, wrapped around each other without having to think about how messed up life was.

You thought Lagos was the blow that would make everything tumble, the Sokovia accords were unveiled and it broke the Avengers, and your girlfriend. You could feel how torn she was at her decision of some of her friends to oppose the signing and go on the run, and her own decision to subordinate to the United Nations mandate. But you realized how small that had been when king T’Chaka was killed at the UN.

You had been at the UN as part of the USA legal team that participated in the writing and monitoring of the accords. Your participation in the negotiations almost broke your relationship but you were able to recover once you explained your position and Natasha actually came to an understanding of it.

Natasha was also in Vienna when everything went down, you hadn’t managed to properly see her because she was one of the signers and they sat at the assembly while other guests sat at the amphitheater watching the retransmission.

You hadn’t been able to properly see her all day, seeing as she took a detour before flying to Austria. You were only able to communicate through texts where you tried to make the situation more comfortable for her and she promised a peaceful european trip to celebrate the signing.

When the bomb went off and all hell broke loose the first thing you tried to do was look for her, she was at the epicenter of the explosion and you just wanted to see if she was okay. You saw her from afar when you were being pushed to the outside of the building while they swiped the perimeter.

She sat with T’Challa before he jumped from the bench and stomped away. Natasha looked around and your gazes crossed, immediately melting away some of the worry. You tried to push your way through the crowd to get to her, but police and security didn’t budge.

You never took your eyes off of her, scared that if you did she would disappear. But she did move her gaze to her phone and the look that crossed her face when she heard the voice at the other side told you it was a very important call.

Once the call was over and she looked at you again you knew that would probably be the last time you would see her in some time. You hadn’t known Natasha as long as some of her colleagues had, but you could proudly say you could understand what she wanted to say with just a look. And the look on her face in that moment read close to a goodbye.

New York, 2018.

It had been two years since the fall of Helmut Zemo and part of the Avengers was still on the run. And it maybe wouldn’t have had that big of an impact on you if it wasn’t because Natasha had also been on the run for that long.

You had heard about what happened at the Leipzig airport and how Natasha had changed alliances to join Captain America’s fight. You had been heartbroken at the news knowing that any resemblance of normality that you still hope for was destroyed.

You had spent months wondering what had made her change her mind. Had she thought about your conversations about the accords? Had she even remembered you, waiting for her back in New York, when she decided to go on the run?

A part of you tried to convince you of how selfish thinking about that was, why would she think about you when the future of her team and friends was at stake? But also you were her girlfriend, she should have thought about the implications that might have had for you.

In those years you had mourned your relationship and after the grieving period you tried to rebuild your life. New friends, a new position and new chances to take. And it went okay...at least until someone opened their mouth to talk about superheroes or The Avengers. Years down the line and it was still on people’s minds.

On special occasions you would receive anonymous gifts at your office or your apartment. The first birthday after the war you sobbed for fifteen minutes when you saw the bunch of flowers. There was no name or indicative of who might have sent them, that was until you looked better at the card and saw the small red hourglass painted in the corner.

The gifts continued. Every case you won, promotion, birthday or holiday a bunch of flowers would be delivered to you with the same note.

In a way it gave you a sense of peace knowing she was okay and still thought of you. But the more you thought about it the angrier you got at how she had left you.

You didn’t expect a message from your boss to run to the Avengers compound and assess some situation between Coronel Rhodes and Thaddeus Ross. Although the team had crumbled, your company was still hired to legally represent the remaining members and moderate situations that might arise with the government.

You entered the compound expecting another bureaucratic complaint about their activity but you found a trickier situation. The meeting room was filled with people you thought you would never see again.

Captain Rogers was sitting on one of the chairs sporting a new look that made you almost not recognize him and a tense demeanor. Next to him was Sam Wilson, looking around at the smallest of movements and trying to assess the situation. Wanda Maximoff was standing on the furthest corner of the room playing with her rings, meanwhile Vision was apparently being checked out for a wound. What kind of wounds a synthezoid could get was beyond your understanding.

“Thank you for coming so quickly, I might have angered Secretary Ross during a meeting.” Rhodey came up to you with a nervous smile.

You had gotten closer to him thanks to your job seeing as he was the one doing the dirty superhero work.

“Yeah, I got that much from the text. Nothing new then.” You tried to joke to diffuse the tension in the room. “It would have been nice to know you had guests though.”

“We are not guests. Last time I checked this was our home too.”

That voice made your blood freeze. You should have expected her there, all her friends had returned and the chance of her being back too was almost 100%. But hearing her voice again after two years was not something you expected.

You bit your tongue before you could talk about how it’s not a home if you abandon it, but decided against it. This was a fight between them, not Natasha and you.

“I need you to work with the government to avoid this situation becoming a disaster.” Rhodey explained and you scoffed.

“Rhodey, I’m a lawyer not a politician. I have as much power in this as you might have.” You tried to lay your point across but it was difficult with all eyes on the interaction. “Hell, I have even less power than you do.”

“Then I need you to distract them enough to get them off our shoulders.” He pressed. “Something big is coming and we need all the strength we can get.”

You thought about it for a moment. If it was true that something big was coming, the Avengers were the best option to fight it.

“I’m in.” You scoffed at his smile and sat down in one of the chairs of the meeting room. “I’m not ready for the world to end yet.”

The meeting went on for a while. You called bosses, government officials and everyone that would listen to your distractions. You sent emails that would flood their inboxes for days so that they couldn’t read any news that might reach them about what the superheroes had in mind.

It was late at night when a cup of steaming liquid was placed next to you. You looked at it and saw that it was some kind of herbal tea, probably made to relax the drinker. You followed the hand that was still holding the mug until you reached Natasha’s face.

You had done your best to ignore her looming presence in the room but now there was no distraction. Looking at her you could see tiredness in her face. She was platinum blonde now, a look that weirdly suited her, but her face still looked as welcoming to you as it always did.

You tried to stop the flashbacks to the last time you saw it in person in Vienna, but they kept replaying in your head until her voice broke you out of the loop.

“I thought you might need it, I remember how nervous calls used to make you.”

She was smiling but you could tell it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Yeah, I guess I got over it since I got my promotion. Now I spend a long portion of my day making calls.”

She hummed and sat down next two you, but leaving a chair in between you as a safe space.

“I read about it in an article, I sent you flowers to celebrate.”

“I got them. And the Christmas ones. On my birthday too.” You enumerated the times you had gotten the plants in the past two years. “You must have spent an awful amount of money buying me so many flowers.”

“You deserved it, you still do.” She shrugged and that’s when you noticed she had her own mug of warm tea in her other hand. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to celebrate with you.”

You laughed into your mug sarcastically. Out of everything you expected her to say this wasn’t one of them.

“Did you really? Because you didn’t seem to consider me much when you went on the run for two years.”

Natasha paled when she heard your tone. She probably wasn’t used to situations like these but you weren’t going to let her go without an apology at least.

“I was trying to do the best for-”

“-for the world. I get it, Natasha, I do.” You tried to contain your emotions but it was getting harder with every word. “Relationships are supposed to be teamwork. I know you are always too busy playing heroes and I never judged you for that, I just wish you would have trusted me enough to tell me before you disappeared.”

She was silent and knowing Natasha it’s because she was probably overwhelmed with the display of feelings. But she needed to hear how bad you had felt.

After minutes of waiting for an answer from her and getting nothing but sighs you shook your head and looked back at the computer screen.

“I guess it was a case of the right person, wrong time.” You shrugged trying to find distraction in the flurry of letters in your email inbox. “Or at least it was for me.”

She got up from her seat without a word and you grew exasperated. Why had she even approached you if then she wasn’t willing to have an adult, two sided conversation? She was almost at the door when you heard her voice again.

“Please never doubt how much I love you. I made some bad choices but dating you was not one of them.”

New York, 2024.

Time apparently flies by when you are erased from the face of the earth. One day you are in your office working late and the next you appear five years in the future with no recollection of what might have happened.

You were taken by authorities to impromptu camps and one by one examined to check your identities. The entire thing seemed to be something out of one of the dystopian novels you used to read as a teenager.

When it was your turn you gave them all the information you had on what had happened. You had given them your name and personal information and apparently had been a very searched person because the computer started beeping as soon as your name was introduced in the database.

You were moved to a secluded part of the camp and kept in an isolated room for god knows how long. Your stomach was in knots during the entire situation and you could feel the cold sweat on you. That mixed with the metallic taste on your tongue you knew this time your anxiety was justified. You were almost dizzy because of how hard you were thinking about the entire situation and trying to make sense of it.

When you heard the door of the room open you jumped up, discarding on the floor a makeshift blanket that had been placed on your shoulders when you got there. Your legs almost gave out at the movement and your heart felt like it was going to burst out.

The door opened enough for you to see who had been searching for you. Natasha stepped through the door still dressed in her tactic gear and with tiredness written all over her face. But that feeling seemed to almost disappear when she finally saw you.

With quick movements she stepped into the room and wrapped her arms around you tightly. For some reason that action was the trigger that you needed to let all your emotions consume you.

You started sobbing uncontrollably at the unknown. You didn’t understand what happened or how you are here, but feeling her embrace helped you feel safe in a way. It had been years since you last hugged her but it still felt as good as back in 2015.

You could hear Natasha’s soothing shushes in between your sobs and you moved to hold her tighter.

“You are here. I can’t believe I found you again.” She spoke softly and you didn’t know if she was speaking to you or herself. “It’s okay darling. I’m here and I’m not letting you go again. I promise.”

And with that promise a ray of hope made way between all the fear you felt.

Missouri, 2025.

Soft music could be heard all around the ground floor of the house. The soft beat was upbeat enough to get the morning started but not enough to be overwhelming if you had just woken up. You were sitting on the kitchen island looking at the news on your phone and having breakfast.

Mornings were usually very calm around the homestead and you couldn’ be more thankful for that. It allowed you to silently prepare your breakfast and coffee and get a headstart on Natasha’s breakfast too.

Since she had retired, Natasha had discovered a newfound love for sleeping in and you didn’t dare to take that away from her. She deserved it from all the work she had done in her life.

You, meanwhile, tried to get up early to scroll through the cases that you got in your new and smaller job and schedule meetings or emails.

It was a Saturday so work wasn’t a thing and you could actually enjoy your toast and coffee in peace. Or at least until a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your middle and pulled you back against Natasha.

“Good morning baby, how did you sleep?”

“Like a baby.” You could feel her smile when she kissed your cheek from behind. “You weren’t there when I woke up though.”

You shrugged before moving to get a bite out of your toast. Natasha tried to do the same but you quickly moved it away from her with a smile. She tried again and you moved as fast as your reflexes allowed you.

“C’mon baby, give me a bite” “No, it’s my toast. You can make your own.” “But it tastes better when you make it.” “No it doesn’t, don’t be lazy.”

The playful fight continued for a few moments until she got close enough to get a small bit but you moved it again.

“Don’t make me bite you, darling.”

You chuckled at her threat and plopped the remaining toast on the plate in front of you. Breakfast didn’t matter much anymore. You threw yourself into her arms and pressed your lips against hers. It wasn’t a slow and sensual kiss, it was closer to how small kids smooch their parents. But you knew it would convey your love more deeply.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Nat.” You spoke against her lips and squaked when you felt her playfully nip at your bottom lip.

“Is now a good time?”

That question had become recurring in your household, a nod to the phrase you said when you found eachother again after being separated the first time.

“I couldn’t think of a more perfect time.”

And you couldn’t. The rest of your life spent in a homestead with your girlfriend and whatever life might bring? It sounded absolutely delightful.

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[ghostofskywalker]

All I Wanted

Natasha Romanoff/Reader (she/they pronouns)

Words: 2,355

Summary: You’re a SHIELD agent, assigned to go undercover to protect Natasha Romanoff, but there’s a catch: she doesn’t know she’s being protected. What happens when she figures out something is up?

Prompt: “why are you here?” 

this is part of the Women of Marvel xReader Exchange, which I ran. this is a gift for @bro-ooke and i hope you enjoy it! 

you can see all the fics written for this event over on my event blog, which is @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 

You stepped into the director’s office and sat down, not sure why you were called into this meeting. You were a fairly new hire at SHIELD, and you didn’t think you had done anything to get the attention of the higher-ups, good or bad. As you sat down quietly across from the director, he passed you a file. “Don’t look so worried, you’re not in trouble,”  he said.

You cracked a smile, but the feeling of nervousness were still there. And it only got more intense as you flipped through the file he had given you. “Sir, this is Natasha Romanoff’s file,” you said, really confused as to why you were there. You knew who she was, obviously, all of the new agents did. She had stood in one day while you were training, and you watched as she took down the agents that had trained you in seconds.

“Agent Romanoff might be in trouble,” Fury said, lowering his voice even though she wasn’t in the room with you. “We think that someone might be tracking her whereabouts and may use her to try and break into SHIELD’s larger network.”

You nodded, still a little confused. “Where do I come in?”

“I’m putting together a small team of agents to go undercover in different places that Agent Romanoff frequents, to see if we can get a more bird’s eye view of the situation,” he responded. “If there’s someone suspicious that seems to show up everywhere, now we have a place to start.”

“Does Agent Romanoff know about this?” you asked.

“No, and you can’t tell her either. She already doesn’t believe that she’s in any real danger, but she’s too valuable to this agency to take a gamble on. If she asks, you’re just a regular person.”

You nodded. “Understood.”

“Alright Agent L/N, we’ll be in touch with any more details.”

***

So far, living a normal life was incredibly boring.  You were working as a barista at a nearby coffee shop, one that Natasha liked to frequent with Clint. But she was only there for less than an hour a day, and you had shifts that were as long as five hours. To make it even more complicated, you didn’t really know how to be a barista either, so you had already made a few mistakes. You could take down a man double your size without him making so much as a peep, but you could not get the perfect amount of foam in a cappuccino to save your life.

You didn’t think Natasha knew who you were, but you should have realized that she would probably clock you as suspicious if you didn’t blend in perfectly. You definitely slipped up a few times, but you thought that she didn’t really suspect that you were anything but a barista. Well, at least for a little while.

“You intrigue me,” she said one day as you handed her her latte.

You didn’t know what to say to that, what was there to say to that? “I’m not that interesting,” was what you went with, because you didn’t think there was a better option.

“I don’t know, I think I would have to disagree, you’re very interesting” she said, looking you right in the eye. You tried not to cower under her gaze, let her know that you weren’t who you said you were, but you also tried not to make it known that you liked her, because she was attractive. You wished you weren’t undercover, because then you could just be the barista flirting with the cute customer, not the agent undercover to protect her.

Keep your cool, you thought. Your training covered how to go undercover, don’t fuck it up now. “I don’t know, it’s not like my life is one of adventure,” you said, hoping the smile on your face sold it to her. “Unless you know something I don’t?” Deflection worked, and she just laughed it off.

After that moment, she started to seek you out more, and you had lingering conversations after you would make her drinks, and she started to show up every day, rather than just every other day or once a week.

As you spoke more, you found yourself thinking about her more often, and thinking about her less as someone you were assigned to protect and more like a friend. You liked her as a little more than a friend too, but you tried to keep those thoughts far away when she was around. You knew that it wasn’t going to last long, and that when she found out you were a SHIELD agent assigned to protect her she wasn't going to be happy with you, and your friendship would quickly end.

But it seemed like your friendship was doomed to end anyway, just not in the way you expected it to. A few days later, Natasha walked into the coffee shop, and when you asked her what she wanted to order, she gave you a phone number and asked you out on a date. You accepted the offer without thinking, but as soon as she walked out the door, you started to freak out. You really liked her, there was no way you could fake that, but it felt wrong to go one a date with her and not tell her the whole truth about who you were.

You are doing this to protect her, the little voice in your head told you. It would compromise everything and put her in danger if you told her who you were right now, and you didn’t want to do that.

But even though you were right, it didn’t make you feel any less shitty about lying to her. You almost called later and cancelled the date, or told her the next time she came into the coffee shop, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. And besides, if she stopped coming by the shop, you lost your eye on her, and it would only put her in more danger.

As a way to try and validate your decisions, you went to Director Fury with the issue. He told you what you didn’t want to hear, that you were doing the right thing by lying to her (or “not telling the whole truth” as he called it) and that you were protecting her. He also told you that you should go on the date, because you would have more of a chance to watch the surroundings and see if you noticed anyone following you that you had seen before at the cafe. You wanted to protect her, partially because it was your job, but also now because of your growing feelings.

Hopefully she won't be too mad when you tell her.

***

For the first time in a long time, Natasha was happy. She liked you a lot, and even though she tried to keep the developments in her relationship a secret, she couldn’t always hide the smile on her face. “What’s got you so smiley?” Clint asked her one day as they walked around one of SHIELD’s offices.

“Nothing.”

“Oh really?” Clint raised his eyebrows. “And this ‘nothing’ wouldn’t have anything to do with the barista at the coffee shop? The one you keep telling me you’re not in love with?”

“No, Clint, it’s not about her,” Natasha said.

“I don’t believe you, you know.”

“You don’t have to, you’re not the one dating them.”

Clint burst out laughing when he realized that Natasha had slipped up. “Ha! I was right, you are dating her! This-”

He couldn’t finish that sentence though, because Natasha elbowed him in the side. “Shut up!” she said. “I don’t want anyone to know right now.”

“Okay, okay, just don’t hit me again,” he said. “But I’m glad you’re happy Nat, I really am. Just don’t be weird and drive them away, okay?”

“I won’t, it’s like you have no faith in me.”

By Clint’s definition, “being weird” was finding out someone’s entire life story before they even went on a date, and at first, Natasha was very good about not stalking you on the internet, but one night she got slightly tipsy and curious.

What she found was clean and simple, but she could tell there was more to your records that what was public. She didn’t know what she was expecting when she plugged in the code for SHIELD’s firewall, never in a million years expecting that it would work, but it did. If your records were sealed by any other agency, her code wouldn’t have worked, so this could mean only one thing: you worked for SHIELD.

She could help herself from showing up at your apartment, taking you by surprise because she wasn’t supposed to come pick you up for your date until next week. “Why are you here?” you asked, eyes wide.

“Why didn’t you tell me you worked for SHIELD? And if you do, why were you even working at the coffee shop anyway?”

“I didn’t want you to find out this way,” you said quietly, and she watched as the tears started to form in your eyes. “I-”

“You what?” she cut you off. “Why were you there Y/N?  If that’s even your name.”

“You read my file, you know that’s my name,” you said. You took a deep breath before you spoke again, because you knew it was time to explain.  “I was assigned by the director to protect you because he thought you were in danger. I never planned for any of this to happen, believe me.”

“I told Fury that I was fine,” she said, her voice getting louder and louder. “That I could take care of myself and I didn’t need people to babysit me, and he did it anyway? Was going on this date even real, or was that part of the plan as well?”

“No,” you said. “That wasn’t planned. I grappled with this for so long too, because I really liked you, but I knew that I was lying to you. But I convinced myself that I was doing this for a good cause, so I kept up appearances.”

“You should have told me,” she said. “When I asked you out, you should have said something like ‘Oh no I can’t go out with you. I’m actually just here because the director is convinced you’re in danger, but maybe next time?’”

“Natasha-”

“There’s nothing else I have to say,” she said, just before she turned around and walked out of your apartment.

She drove away from your building, the tears in her eyes blurring the world around her.

It took Natasha a few days to confront Fury, but she did it. “Why did you assign agents to follow me?” she demanded as she threw the door to his office open in anger. “And why did you lie about it?”

“I did what was right for my agent,” he said. “I’m sorry I hurt your pride, Agent Romanoff, but there isn’t a person on this earth that can take care of themselves all the time.”

“So did you send Agent L/N to try to date me? Because you almost succeeded there then.”

“Agent L/N has no part in this other than the fact that they were just doing their job,” Fury said, his one eye staring down Natasha’s glare. “Whatever chemistry the two of you had, that was real, and it definitely wasn’t part of the assignment.”

“Still, I didn’t need to be followed, Fury.”

“We know that now,” he said quietly. “But I didn’t want to take the chance and lose you.”

Natasha was silent. “Alright,” she said. “I want to apologize to Y/N then. What department are they in?”

“Agent L/N?” Fury asked, raising his eyebrow. “She quit the day after your failed date, I don’t know where she is now.”

Natasha’s eyes widened, and she didn’t even bother to say goodbye to the director as she ran out of the room, the door slamming behind her.

***

You didn’t bother to answer the door the first time someone knocked on it, figuring it was just the mailman with a package and that he would leave it eventually, but then the noise came again. And when you pulled the door open, it definitely wasn’t the mailman on the other side. “Hi,” Natasha said softly. “Can we talk?”

You didn’t know what to say, so you just nodded and stepped aside to allow her through. “Natasha I-”

“No, I need to speak first,” she said, cutting you off. “I need to apologize for what I said to you, assuming that the chemistry between us wasn’t real. I was just blindsided by the information and the realization that you weren’t who you said you were.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” you said. “I should have been up front about why I was there, or at least just turned you down for the date. But I really like you, and I selfishly wanted to go out with you.”

The two of you were inches from each other, and she smiled at you. “I really like you too,” she said. “And I’m sorry that I ruined it.”

“You didn’t ruin it,” you whispered. “You were just protecting yourself.”

“Can I kiss you?” she asked, eyes flitting down to your lips.

“Yes,” you breathed, and seconds later her lips were on yours. You couldn’t even think, all you did was just exist in the moment, kissing the woman you had been in love with since she first smiled at you while you were undercover as a barista.

When you broke apart, she looked at you. “Fury told me you quit SHIELD.”

“I didn’t think I could keep seeing you around the bases after what I had done to you.”

“Well, he also sent me with a message about getting you back, so what would it take to get you to rescind your resignation?”

You smiled at her. “Kiss me like that again and I’ll consider it.”

She leaned in again. “Deal,”  she murmured, before her lips met yours.

- the end - ​

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[ghostofskywalker]

One More Time

Wanda Maximoff/Fem!Reader

Words: 1,779

Summary: You run into your ex at a bar months after you’ve broken up, and your life spirals from there.

This fic is part of the women of marvel xreader exchange, which i ran! this is a gift for @ataraxyaz who requested something angsty with a happy ending. you can see all the fics written for this event over on the event’s blog, @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest

This is also part of @cherryblossomskye’s 500 follower writing challenge! congrats! i hope you like it :)

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist 

No matter how many time you told him that you weren’t interested, this man wouldn’t leave you alone. You were at a bar, just trying to relax after a stressful work week, and this was not really helping to calm you down. You weren’t in the mood for a one night stand, and definitely not with him. After a while of trying to find a way to escape the conversation you had been pulled into, you looked him in the eyes and decided to just lie to his face. “I’m here with someone, and I really need to get back to them.”

He didn’t believe you. “Where are they then? I didn’t see you with anyone before?”

The situation got more uncomfortable, so you started lying more and more. “She left to go to the bathroom a little while ago, and I really need to go find her actually,” you said, craning your neck to look around the bar. There was no one you recognized, because you were here alone, but you had to sell the lie.

You didn’t give him a chance to answer before you walked off into the crowd of people. Hopefully you would be able to find a nice enough woman who would pretend to be with you for a few minutes and then you could go back to drinking your troubles away in peace. On your second loop around the room, you heard someone say your name, but you knew that voice. And apparently the universe was dead set on the fact that you weren’t going to have a good night, because it was your ex-girlfriend that had just spoken your name. “I thought it was you!” she said, obviously drunk.

“Wanda, what are you doing here?” you asked. The Avengers compound wasn’t anywhere near where you lived, so it wasn’t like she could say she was just in the area. She opened her mouth to answer, but then you saw the man you trying to avoid coming over in your direction. You were between a rock and a hard place, so you did something you knew you were going to regret. “Never mind that, Wanda, I need you to do me a favor,” you said quickly. “That guy that’s approaching us has been bothering me all night and I told him that I was here with someone. Can you pretend to be my girlfriend for a few minutes so I can get rid of him Please?”

Wanda didn’t have time to answer before the man was standing in front of you, and you hoped that she was willing to help you out, even if it was your fault that the two of you broke up. “So that’s where you went off to!” he said. “I was looking for you.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Wanda answered first. “My girlfriend told you that she wasn’t interested, and yet you’re still here? Take the hint and leave us alone.”

Hearing Wanda call you ‘her girlfriend’ made your heart soar, and for a moment you wished that you were still together for real. “I told you that I was here with someone,” you said. “And you didn’t believe me, so here she is. Now I’d appreciate it if you’d leave me alone before I make sure you never come near me again.”

The man’s eyes widened and he ran away like a scared little mouse, knocking into other patrons in an effort to get as far away from you and Wanda as possible. You breathed a sigh of relief as you watched him go, but you now had another crisis to deal with. You couldn’t just walk away from Wanda like you wanted to, because she was going to want to talk to you.

“That scared him away,” Wanda laughed as she watched the man scuttle back to the bar, no doubt to bother another woman who wasn’t interested in him.

“Thank you,” you said sincerely as you turned to her. “You could have pretended like you didn’t know me, especially after the way things ended between us.”

“No I couldn’t have,” she said. “Because I still can’t bear to think about what would happen if you got hurt, especially if I could have put a stop to it and I didn’t.”

Her words caught you off guard, because you were convinced that she hated you. You had broken up with her a few months earlier, worried that people would use you to get to her. You thought that if you kept her within the small circle of the Avengers, and made it so she wasn’t traveling out of safety all the time to see you, it would keep her safe. “Wanda, why are you here?” you asked, as quietly as the thumping music of the band would let you.

A look you couldn’t quite read came over Wanda’s face, and she was silent for a few moments. “That doesn’t matter,” she said. “I’m leaving now anyway.” Your face twisted in confusion, and as you opened your mouth to ask her what she had meant, she got up from where she was sitting and turned to leave. You stood still as she leaned in to kiss you on the cheek, and then you watched as she closed out her tab and leave the bar. You could have stopped her, hell, you tried to stop her, but it felt as if your legs had been glued to the floor, and you wondered if her magic had any part in it.

When you could finally move again, you sprinted out the door of the bar and looked around frantically, but the only people around weren’t her, and they looked at you in confusion. The chilly night air enveloped you as you stood in the middle of the sidewalk, still looking for a woman you knew was probably long gone by now.

***

You couldn’t sleep for days, your mind overtaken by thoughts about Wanda, and how much you wanted to see her again, how much you wanted to take the time and talk to her. Seeing her in that bar was like a sign, and it made you realize that you didn’t want to be separate from her anymore. You didn’t know what to do, because you didn’t know how you could ever face her again. She was never going to forgive you for what you did, you knew it.

One night though, you couldn’t take it anymore. You didn’t know what came over you, but the next thing you knew you were in the car, driving towards the compound. It was the middle of the night, and a rational part of your brain told you that this wasn’t going to do anything, that they would probably detain you somewhere and put you on some watch list as the crazy woman who tried to say that she was in love with Wanda Maximoff. You had never met any of the other Avengers when you and Wanda were dating, you had always turned down offers to come to the compound or attend fundraiser galas because you were nervous. Now though, you were wishing you had some kind of credibility, because you weren’t sure Wanda was going to vouch for you.

The gates to the compound loomed in front of your car as you rolled down the window and waited for someone to speak out of the little speaker. “I’m sorry,” an automatic female voice came through the system. “The Avengers compound is closed for visitors right now.”

“I need to see Wanda Maximoff,” you said desperately.

There was silence, and then a different voice came through the speaker. “Who is this?” a man asked.

“My name is Y/N,” you said. “I need Wanda to know that I’ve messed up, and that I need to speak to her. If she doesn’t want to see me that’s fine, but I need her to know that.”

More silence, and you just sat there, waiting for someone to say something. It had gotten to the point where you were about to turn around and leave when you heard her voice through the speaker. “Y/N?”

“I’m here,” you said. “And I need to talk to you. About what happened the other night, about everything. Please, just let me explain.”

No one else spoke, but the gates to the compound opened, so you drove through them, nervous to what (or who) was waiting for you.

When you pulled up next to the building, Wanda was standing outside of it. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top, shivering in the chilly night air, and you rolled down the window again when you stopped the car. “I have the heat on, if you want to get it,” you said. “And maybe we can talk?”

“Okay,” she said, and then got in the car beside you.

An awkward tension hung in the air, and you finally broke the silence. “I need to apologize to you,” you said. “I thought that by breaking up with you I was keeping you safe, but I just realized that I was causing you more pain than I was trying to protect you from. When I saw you the other night in the bar, a switch flipped in my brain. I thought I could live without you, but these last few days have proved to me that I obviously can’t. I don’t expect you to forgive me, or to even think about taking me back, but I need you to know how sorry I am that I hurt you.”

“I don’t blame you,” she finally said. “I would have done the same thing you did if it were me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either, and I hate myself for walking away from you at the bar, even though I desperately wanted to talk to you and sort all of this out. If you’re serious, I want to try to be us again, if that’s okay.”

You couldn’t stop the large smile from spreading over your face. “That’s more than okay,” you said softly. “Because I can’t even begin to explain how sorry I-”

But she didn’t let you finish that sentence, because she leaned in and kissed you. The feeling of her lips on your was just as perfect as you remember, and when you broke apart she reached down and took your hand. “It’s a little late for you to be driving back home,” she whispered. “So how about you stay for the night?”

You leaned in and kissed her again at the proposition. “I would love to.”

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