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raleighcarreras · 2 years

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The Love Clause

Part 2: but do you miss me at all

Pairing(s): yelena belova x black!female!reader, natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff

Rating: M

Warnings: good ole fashioned angst

Wrd Cnt: 2k

Summary: you and yelena have a much needed discussion

Chapter(s): Part 1 , Part 3

Notes: gif is not mine! Song is Do You Miss Me At All by Bridgit Mendler

Do you wonder what I'm up to, without you?

"A deal? What are you talking about?"

You never claimed to be able to read Yelena. It was one of the many skills she possessed that you resented a healthy amount. Maybe if you ever knew what she was feeling, you could at the very least meet her halfway.

This particular instance was not different. Though, it seemed Yelena, for once, was willing to let you in on a little something. She leaned toward you, and brought her voice down to a whisper, "We probably shouldn't talk about this here?"

"Lena, are you in trouble or something?" More concern was etched into your voice than you could fathom.

Yelena only let the surprise show on her face for a few seconds, then a devilish smirk played across her lips, "Always."

You shook your head, "Yelena. I'm serious. What's going on?"

The smirk had fallen off of her lips, replaced with a grimace. Even if she did ever tell you, you had a feeling she wouldn't be swearing on a bible to tell you the whole truth and nothing but anytime soon.

"I...can't tell you everything...yet, but I need you to agree pretend my girlfriend. If you do, the extra room is all yours."

"What!?"

Just as you had yelled your confusion, the music in the bar cut off. Everyone stared at you including Wanda and Natasha. The former of the two who was walking towards the middle of the room.

"Sorry, thought I saw an ant on Lena's shoulder here," You slapped her shoulder probably harder than you needed to, "Got it...carry on, Wands!"

Wanda, despite her questioning gaze seemed grateful for the momentary distraction, especially when Carol handed her a microphone.

You gritted out your next words to Yelena through your encouraging smile, "This conversation isn't over."

She rolled her eyes as she flipped around on her stool to face Wanda. She threw her arms up to rest on the counter behind her, "I didn't think it was."

You gave Wanda a thumbs up and watched as she pulled a slip of note paper out of her bra. Her hands were shaking you noticed. Something uncommon for the nurse she was.

"Hello everybody, I'm Wanda. But I guess you all already knew that," A slight murmuring of laughter, "I'm glad you guys could all be here tonight. And once I stumble my way through this next part, I promise we can celebrate with the free drinks I bribed you all with." She looked down at her notes again, then looked back at Natasha who was looking at her with confusion.

Then Wanda promptly crumble her notes and threw them over her shoulder, "Nat, I'm so in love with you it hurts. And I'm going to sound crazy but, it's that good kind of pain that keeps you coming back for more. Like when you have a bruise and you keep poking at it just to see if it still hurts. When we met we pushed each other away for three months before everyone got tired of us and locked us in a room together."

You remembered that day vividly. It had taken you, Bucky, Sam, and Carol to keep the door closed. Natasha was surprisingly strong. It only took about ten more minutes after Nat threatened you for the room to get really quiet and for someone to moan. Then the four of you promptly sprinted away covering your ears.

"That was the day I had fallen in love with you. That day and every day since, and it would make me the happiest woman in the universe if I got to do it again, every day for the rest of our lives. So," Wanda somehow managed to bend to her knee in her tight ass dress," Natalia Alianovna Romanoff, will you help me achieve that by marrying me?"

You had already seen the ring on multiple occasions, in fact, you were even holding onto it for a while. Natasha was known to snoop when she got bored. The ring was beautiful, understated and almost inconspicuous. Natasha was never really one for gaudy jewelry.

"I'd love to marry you."

You clapped and cheered happily with everyone else in the room, well everyone except for Yelena. Instead, you could feel her eyes boring into the side of your face.

"They sure do love each other, don't they?" Yelena asked softly. Her eyes never leaving the side of your face.

"You have no idea."

You squealed and jumped up and down while you hugged Natasha tightly, "I'm so happy for you."

She hugged you just as tightly, "Thank you. You knew about it, didn't you?"

"Uh duh. I know everything that goes on in your life."

Natasha made a face at that but otherwise didn't say anything. Instead, she just hugged you again.

You smiled, "Love you like a sister?"

Natasha nodded, "Love you like a sister. Speaking of, you could be my actual sister if you would just married Yelena like we talked about when we were 18."

You blanched, "Yeah and then she left. It doesn't matter. It's not like we ever dated. Besides, we were all kids. Not like any of us knew what we were saying."

"You two have been in love with each other since you met."

"I'm not talking about this right now, Nat. Go enjoy your night with the brunette in the sexy red dress over there."

Natasha sighed, knowing not to push any further, "It is quite sexy. Guess everyone wearing red makes sense now."

You laughed, "I picked the dress out, so you're welcome."

"Thanks. You look nice too, and I'm not the only one who thinks so." She pointed behind you. You followed her finger only to be met with Yelena, in the same spot she had been all night, staring you down with a mix of lust and something that looked suspiciously like sadness.

You swirled back around to Natasha with a sharp insult on your tongue, but she was already gone and with Wanda again, leaving loud laughter in her wake.

"Where are you staying for the night?" Yelena asked as the night winded down and people finally started to leave. You, and much to your chagrin, Yelena, were on cleaning duty as you wanted your friends to enjoy their night together.

You started to grab at the dishes you and your reluctant companion had been drinking out of. You were tempted not to tell her, or at the very least, make her work harder for the information she wanted from you.

Ultimately, you decided against it. The two of you desperately needed to talk and sort out your living arrangements sooner rather than later.

"A hotel. My parents are very generously paying for it." And you felt so bad about it. Granted, the government helped with most expenses that involved fostering Nikita, but your parents were trying to pay for lawyers to help sort out some stuff involving Nikita's fostering and eventual adoption that you were not privy to.

In all honesty, you didn't know much about Nikita Sokolov other than that she was an 11 year old, black Russian girl that Melina and Alexei had come back to California with and unceremoniously presented to your parents.

It was oddly reminiscent of exactly how Yelena had shown up as well. All you knew was that your best friend had knocked on your door when you were around 10 to present her new little sister from Russia to you like show and tell.

And then, every winter until you and Natasha enrolled at Stanford, they would visit Russia. Then, like clockwork, both sisters would show up at your doorstep with healing cuts and bruises, ready to get back to playing in the dirt with you.

Last winter, Melina and Alexei had come back with Nikita and a letter from Yelena that you had promptly tucked into a book unopened.

"Can I accompany you to the hotel?" In an uncharacteristic motion, Yelena kicked at the sticky floor and looked passed your head as she spoke.

"...Yeah."

Thirty minutes later you were seated in your hotel room watching Yelena pace in front of you nervously.

The more anxious she got the more anxious you became as well. And anxiousness was not an emotion you did well with.

"Lena. Just start from the beginning. Why do you need me to pretend to be your girlfriend?"

Yelena stopped her marching about and stared at you with a blank expression, "Did you ever read that letter I had my mother give to you?"

"No." You answered simply. She seemed to be expecting that answer.

"I didn't really expect you to. But anyway, it was just me apologizing for leaving. I don't regret doing my job-but I do regret how we left things."

"Since when do you have to go all the way to Mother Russia for business consulting?!" The two of you had this conversation before and it never ended well. It made you wonder what Natasha had seen for the two of you. Clearly, you and Yelena would never be anything more than associates.

"I-it's complicated. But that's not the point. The point is that it was for work and this is too. I have a client I have my eyes on and I can't get to them without having a significant other. They typically frequent more family oriented places."

"Okay, so assuming I know why a business consultant would ever need to stalk someone to get their attention, why me? Someone at the firm too busy?"

Yelena could sense the underlying meaning of your words, but she was too smart to fall for your trap, "You need me just as much as I need you. I need someone that everyone can believe would want to date someone like me, and you need a safe place to sleep."

"I can protect myself, Yelena." Also, what did she mean by someone like her?

"When the hell did I say you couldn't?! Oh my God. Forget I even asked. This was never going to work. You hate me. The room is yours. Just do the dishes sometimes or something. I'll be sure to stay out of your way."

Yelena scrambled for the door with a visible deflation to her shoulders. You stood up abruptly blocking her path.

"Wait! I didn't say 'No'. I just wanted some answers. I um I don't hate you. Not really. I'm just-it doesn't matter. I'll do it. I'll be your fake girlfriend or whatever even if I still have no idea why you need one."

Yelena eyed you skeptically, "What made you change your mind?"

"I never made it up. You just assumed I was about to say 'No'. Besides, I don't want to feel like I owe you if I'm still going to live with you." That last part was a bold face lie if you had ever heard one. You were going to be adamant about not liking Yelena to yourself as much as you were to everyone else.

A small smile crossed Yelena's face and you did your best not to fall into a heap at her feet.

"Okay great. You'll have to sign an NDA tomorrow, but you can move in after. I have to hide-clean- I have to clean your room tonight."

"An NDA? Are you a spy or something?"

Yelena shrugged with a grimace, "Bosses order."

"Is your boss the CIA?"

Yelena headed for the door of the room, "Something like that. I'll see you tomorrow...Girlfriend."

"Don't get too comfortable, Hotshot."

Yelena smiled that same smile that she had earlier, "I would dream of it."

"I think you mean you wouldn't dream of it."

Yelena opened the door, "Nope. I said exactly what I meant." She slipped out the door before the pillow you threw could reach her.

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fandomnerd9602 · 2 months

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Y/N: no we’re not stopping until the Red Room is burned to its core

Melina: brave one. I see why you are dating them.

Natasha: it’s mostly for Y/N’s cuddles and the way they treat our baby

Yelena: you have a baby?

Y/N: she’s only three months old!

Y/N shows them a picture of a kitten…

Alexei: my grandchild is a cat?

Yelena: and you laugh because I want to own a dog!?

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lots-of-pockets · 5 months

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Five times you find an excuse to carry Natasha and the one time she asks

Paring: Natasha x you

Words: 4756

Warnings: some swearing i think

You tenderly grip the side of Natasha's thigh to keep it still as you graze the disinfectant wipe over the shallow cut placed just above her knee, your thumb absentmindedly grazing soft circles across the warm skin.

She was sat on the closed toilet seat clad in nothing but her sports bra and underwear, her hand clinging to both your index and middle finger as her eyes watch your every move.

Scrapes and bruises littered seemingly every inch of her pale skin, marring the already scarred, yet still beautiful canvas that sat before you. Some were sunken in and white, old from years of healing. Some were newer, still pink and raised. Each and every one told a different story. Some of which you knew, but most of which you didn't and probably never would.

You didn't necessarily mind honestly. Because all that you cared about right now was the fact she was letting you take care of her. That she'd allowed you to tenderly undress her without a single word of complaint. You had her trust, and if that's was all she was ever willing to give, it would forever be enough.

Not a single word had been spoken between you since she'd gotten home from her latest mission with Steve just twenty short minutes ago, and you weren't in a hurry to break whatever comfortable silence had settled upon you and you knew Natasha wasn't either.

You give the flesh of her thigh a comforting squeeze when a small, pained hitch of breath emits from the back of her throat at the sting the wipe against her skin, giving the damp skin a soft kiss before covering it with a large bandaid.

You then look up at her from your spot knelt between her legs, content to find her green irises already staring right back at you. They looked exhausted. She looked exhausted, and all you wanted to do was scoop her up into your arms and take her to bed.

The sudden shine of her eyes is what halts you in your tracks.

It was oh so rare to see Natasha cry. To witness her completely drop her walls and allow you to see the true pain she always seems to mask without an issue. It was a sight that has your own throat constricting and without a word, you place your hands underneath her armpits and coax her off of the closed toilet seat and onto your lap.

She straddles you, legs tight around your hips as arms rise to settle around your neck. Your own arms settle around her shaking frame, one hand cupping the back of her head as the other traces soothing circles over the bare expanse of skin.

"I've got you, baby." You finally speak, nuzzling your nose into her neck and taking in soothing scent of slight sweat and vanilla. Your lips press a soft kiss to the skin as you pull away just slightly, tightening your hold around Natasha to reassure her you wouldn't be letting go until she requested it.

She was trembling in your arms, tears hot against your neck, yet her sobs of grief don't make a single sound. Natasha had always been a silent cryer. No matter the circumstance; no matter the situation, it was quiet. All of the time. And you absolutely hated it.

She deserved to feel her grief just as loud and freely as everyone else, yet she fails to agree. She'd never outrightly told you so, but the look in her face as you'd spoken those words had been enough. And so you simply hold her. Love her. Cherish her, hoping that one day she'd realise she deserves the entire world.

Natasha soon stills in your embrace, those once barely audible hitching breaths easing into just quiet sniffles. With a soft kiss to her shoulder to let her know you had her, you place a hand beneath of each of her thighs and haul yourself to your feet.

It was an easy feet considering her slight frame, but that doesn't stop the quiet squeak of surprise that escapes her lips as you bounce her up in your arms slightly to get a better grip, forearms slipping beneath her behind as opposed to her thighs as you carry her through to your shared bedroom.

"I've got you, baby."

"Babe, can you help?!"

At the sound of your girlfriends voice, your eyes instinctively flicker away from the tv and towards the kitchen doorway. You don't wait for her to ask again as you pause the show you were both currently binging before rising to your feet, shuffling through to the kitchen where you were greeted with the sight of Natasha trying, yet failing to reach something on the top shelf of the cupboard.

She was clad in nothing but one of your oversized shirts and underwear, her typical attire after a long day at work.

She jumps, and you couldn't help but snort in amusement when she doesn't even come close to reaching the desired item. She glances back at the sound of your stifled laugh, an unamused look appearing on her face in the form of a pout. Without a word, you walk towards her and cup her cheeks before pressing your lips against the warm skin of her forehead. She all but melts into your touch, and you allow your lips to linger just a few seconds longer than normal because of that.

As you pull away and Natasha falls against your chest, you look up to see the item she'd been attempting to grab was a bag of popcorn. You knew you could easily reach up and grab it for her. After all, you weren't exactly small. But a part of you wanted Natasha to be able to grab it herself. She was miss independent. Always had been and you knew she'd appreciate it if you didn't treat her like she was incapable.

With that in mind, you give her body one last squeeze before bending down and wrapping your arms underneath her backside.

Natasha glances down at you with an adorably confused expression on her face, and you press an affectionate kiss to her clothed chest before standing up straight and bringing her with you. She lets out a undignified yelp at the unexpected action, her arms all but clinging to your head as it settles in between her breasts.

Keeping your arms hooked tightly beneath her butt, you bounce her up slightly wanting her to be able to reach her popcorn without fearing she'd fall.

"What are you doing?" She laughs as she looks down at you. You were greeted with an adorably tiny double chin, and you couldn't help but nuzzle your nose against the soft flesh before gesturing with your head towards the popcorn.

"Grab your popcorn baby." You coax, and Natasha rolls her eyes fondly as she releases you with one arm and successfully grabs her snack. Once it was in her grasp, you don't put her down. You simply allow her to slide down your body so her legs were hooked around your waist. Your arms remain beneath her ass, and you give it a playful squeeze earning yourself a quiet squeak of surprise.

"Snuggle time?" You ask, and Natasha sends you a playful glare before nodding her head and allowing you to carry her back through to the living room.

"Nat? Are you coming to bed baby? It's late and-" the remainder of your words get stuck in your throat when you fully take in the sight that greets you. There your girlfriend was, sprawled out on the gym floor, still clad in her workout gear, fast asleep. She was curled up on her side, hands tucked beneath her chin with legs curled up against her chest.

Slipping into the large room through the small gap you'd created, you kneel down next to her and rest a gentle hand on her bare side. She doesn't make a peep at the touch, telling you that she must be exhausted because Natasha was notoriously known for being one of the lightest sleepers ever.

"Oh baby..." you trial off, unsure as to why she'd allowed herself to fall asleep here when there was a perfectly good bed available just upstairs. It was past eleven at night now, way too late for her to still be working out but getting that into her head was proving to be exceedingly difficult.

You contemplate your next actions for a few silent moments as you stare down at your sleeping girlfriend, not wanting to wake her but unsure if you were able to carry her such a far distance to your shared room. It wasn't that she heavy. In fact, when she was awake you could carry her miles because at least then she was holding up some of her own weight. But she was asleep now, and you knew she'd be a complete dead weight.

Knowing you had no other choice, you carefully manoeuvre her onto her back and situate yourself between her legs before leaning down and placing your chest against her own. Her arms seem to instinctively rise to cling to your shirt, and you couldn't help but smile at the action as you hook one arm beneath her back, placing the hand of the other against the back of her head before easing her into a sitting position.

She was now straddling your lap, head heavy against your shoulder as her hands dangle limply over your shoulders. You take a few moments to prepare yourself before hooking an arm beneath her backside and rising to your knees. Two arms would probably be easier, but you needed that to keep her chest flush against your own so she didn't fall backwards.

With a quiet grunt, you lift one leg so your foot was planted firmly on the padded floor before using all the strength in you to rise fully to your feet. You manage the task with no more than a small wobble, and you silently congratulate yourself as you gently bounce Natasha up into your arms so she'd be more supported.

"What?" You hear her grunt in confusion as her legs instinctively tighten around your waist, and you shush her quietly as you rest a tender hand on the back of her head.

"It's just me, pumpkin. Go back to sleep." You murmur into her ear as you muzzle your nose into her neck, and Natasha let's out a heavy sigh before once again falling limp against you.

Once you were sure she wouldn't wake again, you bring both arms back beneath her behind and begin making your way out of the gym and towards the elevator. You silently curse Tony for making the compound so freaking big as the sliding doors open, arms already aching as you step inside and use your elbow to press the button to the floor your shared room was on.

Natasha, just like you'd suspected, was now a dead weight in your arms, legs limp around your waist and head heavy against your shoulder. You could feel the soft breaths of her quiet exhales against your neck as she sleeps peacefully against you, and you allow yourself to take comfort in the feeling as the doors slide open allowing you to stop out.

The journey to your room was thankfully quick, and you gently bounce Natasha up again so she was at less of a risk of falling when you release her momentarily with one of your arms to type in the code. Soon, you were inside your room, and you let out a quiet sigh of relief as you place one of your knees against the mattress before cupping the back of her head and easing her down onto the bed.

Knowing your next task -stripping her of her tight work out gear and into some comfy pyjamas- would be exceedingly more difficult than the last, you decide to take a few moments and climb into bed next next to her. She seems to instinctively sense your presence, curling up against your chest and throwing one of her legs over your waist, her hand slipping underneath your shirt to rest against the bare skin of your back.

You immediately return the embrace, the hand of the arm acting as her pillow grazing gentle patters against her back whilst your other hand trials affectionately just beneath the waistband of her yoga pants.

With the knowledge that you wouldn't be moving for the remainder of the night, you place a tender kiss to her forehead and murmur a quiet I love you against her hairline before allowing your own eyes to flicker closed too.

When you hear Natasha sigh for the third time in just a few minutes, you force yourself to look away from your book and stare at her with a single eyebrow raised. You were both lounged on the couch, Natasha at one end with her blanket and laptop, and you on the other with your book. You'd both just eaten dinner -Mac and cheese courtesy of Yelena, and you had both taken it upon yourselves to have a few minutes of personal time before you inevitably ended up snuggled together.

When you receive no response to your silent question, you bookmark your place in your book before setting it down onto the coffee table.

"What's wrong miss pouty pants?" You tease affectionately as you poke her with your foot, and the red head sends you an unimpressed glare before seemingly reluctantly bringing her attention back to her laptop. Her hands were frozen on the keyboard, and you could see by the reflection in her glasses that was was working on what appears to be yet another mission report.

Understand her frustration, -because this was the fifth document today, you rise to your knees and shuffle over to her, wedging yourself in between her body and the back of the couch.

Your cheek settles on her shoulder, and though she hesitates, you do eventually feel her cheek come to rest atop of your head. You smile at the action as your arm settles around her waist, fingers creeping beneath her shirt to rest against bare skin.

"When do these need to be in?" You question quietly, and you feel her stomach rise and fall as she takes a deep breath.

"Tuesday." She responds, and you hum in acknowledgement as you reach forward to save the document before closing the laptop.

"What? No! What are you-" she attempts to grab the computer as you reach over to set it on the coffee table next to your book.

"Baby, it's only Friday. You have time." You attempt to assure her as you grab her hand, but Natasha simply shoves you away from her and attempts to make a grab for her computer. Her fingers skim it before you decide enough was enough. Without a word, you rise from the couch, grab Natasha by the underarms and haul her up with you.

She lets out an undignified yelp her chest collides with your own, "What the heck are-"

"No more computers for Natasha today," you interrupt her as you bounce her up in your arms, your arms beneath her backside to keep her supported as you carry her out of the room and up the stairs. She squirms relentlessly throughout the entire journey making it much harder and longer than it needed to be, but you eventually make it upstairs without dropping her on her ass.

"I will kick your ass," she warns in an almost silent growl as you kick your bedroom door open. "Put me down, right no-ahhh!" you toss her onto your shared bed. She glares at you as you climb in next to her, placing a hand on either side of her head.

"What in the actual fu-mhhhfff."

You smirk against her lips when you feel her kiss back without hesitation, knowing you had her right where you wanted her.

Though the sight in front of you was becoming rather amusing, you knew for a fact that if you didn't put a stop to it now, Natasha would hand Tony's ass to him served on a silver platter.

You see, she was sick. And not just a little sick, but a full on fever and flu that had left her so congested she sounded like a duck when she talks. She needed to be in bed. You knew that also, but convincing her was a quiet the fucking task.

You'd attempted to get her into bed, but she'd simply pushed you into it instead, muttering -if you like the bed so damn much, you get in it- underneath her breath before storming out of the room.

Ten minutes later, you were in the meeting room, and the first five minutes had been fine. Natasha had seemingly been able to get herself under control and not a single peep was made. That had changed rather abruptly when Yelena had teasingly poked her sisters red nose, and Natasha, with a sharp glare towards the blonde, had sneezed four times in a row earning herself a look of disgust from Tony.

"Listen red, you're gross and contagious. You're going to make everyone else gross and contagious if you don't get out of here." Tony attempts to be nice about it as he shields himself with a piece of paper, but the damage had already been done if the look of pure anger on Natasha's face was anything to go by.

"You're a man. That automatically makes you gross and contagious. No one likes you and your stupid tin suit so shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you." She growls, and Tony winces as he sends you a helpless look.

You shrug a little helplessly yourself, not knowing what to do without angering the red head further. As they continue to bicker, you feel a poke to your arm. You look over and see Yelena staring at you with a smirk. It was clear to see she was amused also, but there was a hint of concern in her eyes that wasn't hard for you to miss.

"How much do you like your face?" She asks, and you frown in confusion as you glance between the red head and her sister.

"Quite a lot." You admit, and Yelena clicks her tongue in thought for a second before turning back to you.

"I won't be able to carry her myself, but we have more of a chance if it's two against one." She murmurs, and you hum in thought as you watch Natasha take yet another step towards a terrified Tony.

You knew this may be your only option to get her out of here. After all, it was becoming increasingly obvious that she wouldn't willingly leave herself and there was no way you could talk her out of whatever this was when the threat -Tony- was still within close proximity. You couldn't exactly ask him to leave either, because this was his building.

"Okay. I got her arms. You get her legs." You tell her as you shrug off your jacket, and Yelena nods as she rises to feet and shakes out her arms as it preparing for battle. You snort slightly at the sight, but do the same knowing that by the time you're done, you may no longer be alive.

Yes, Natasha was small, but she was still a former assassin, probably stronger than you and Yelena put together. This was not going to be fun for any of you.

With Yelena close behind, you make your way over to Natasha, stopping just a few feet away. Tony see's you and his eyes light up, proving as a temporary distraction for Natasha who looks confused at the abrupt change of emotion.

Without warning, you lurch forward and grab the red head by the waist, trapping her arms beneath your own as you lift her from her feet. An undignified yelp was your response, and Yelena was quick to step in and grab her flailing legs, wrapping her arms around her calves and effectively pinning them against her own chest.

When it becomes clear she was trapped, Natasha squirming ups a tenfold and you grunt slightly as you begin carrying her out of the room. "What the fuck? Let me go! Stop fucking manhandling me you fucking assholes!"

"Thank you Y/n and mini Romanoff. Bye red!" You hear Tony call, any both you and Yelena share a smirk as you successfully manage to carry the unhappy Russian into the hallway.

"No sex for a week! A month! Yelena I'm stealing your vest and setting it on fire! This is not fair! Let me go!"

Yelena looks mildly disgusted at Natasha's words towards you, but when she hears the threat towards her vest, she looks as though she may cry. When she meets your eyes, you shake your head, silently letting her know Natasha didn't mean it, and whilst she seems doubtful, she does nod her own head in understanding.

Soon, you were in the elevator, a much needed break for your arms and legs because this was way worse than any workout you'd ever done.

"Nat, you're sick," you start as you tighten grip around her. By now, she was becoming increasingly close to getting herself out of your grip, and that would not be good for either of you. "You know what Tony's like with germs. And you need to be in bed. Preferably with some medicine and soup. Doesn't she lena?"

Before Yelena could get a word in edgeways, Natasha throws her head back, and it collides painfully with your nose. You immediately see stars at the action, your eyes burning with the familiar sensation of tears that immediately escape and fall down your cheeks.

Fucking hell that hurt. What was her head made of? Cement?!

Natasha, thankfully, seems unaware of what she'd done, but Yelena see's it and cackles. The elevator doors open, and without a word, you yank Natasha's legs out of her grip, set her down onto the floor, press a kiss to her head to let her know it wasn't her you were mad at before storming off.

"Y/n, no! I'm sorry." You hear Yelena cry. "Don't leave me here with her!!!"

It was your turn to laugh. Serves her fucking right.

A week later, you still had two black eyes.

When the clock strikes one AM and there was still no sign of Natasha, you let out a quiet sigh and kick off the blankets before climbing out of bed. You shiver slightly at the coldness that greets you, pulling on the closest hoodie you could find. It just so happened to be one of the many oversized ones that Natasha's owns.

It falls to your mid thigh and just about covers your ass. You smile in amusement the sight, knowing that this very hoodie all but buries Natasha and falls to her knees.

With a fond eye roll at your tiny girlfriend, you leave the room with the intention of figuring out just where she'd disappeared off too. Instinct tells you she was in the very place you'd left her after heading to bed yourself about four hours ago, and when you reach her office, you figure yourself to be correct.

There Natasha was, still sat at her desk, glasses perched on her nose as her tired eyes flicker over her computer screen. Next to her sat at least three empty cups of coffee, and you sigh at the sight, knowing she'd done everything in her power to keep herself awake despite being exhausted.

Pushing the door open further, you step inside and lightly clear your throat to let your presence be known. Natasha looks up at the sound, her lips quirking up into a small smile at the sight of you in her clothes. It didn't happen often due to your size difference, but either way she absolutely adored it.

"Hi baby." she greets tiredly, and you hum as you step closer and perch yourself at the end of her desk. Her hand immediately settles on your thigh, and you set your own on top of it, trailing the pad of your thumb over the soft skin.

"Hi you. How are you getting on?" You decide not to bombard her with the why aren't you in bed question just yet, knowing it wouldn't do either of you any good.

Natasha sighs as she uses her free hand to pull off her glasses, setting them down next to her still open laptop, "Good. Nearly done actually." She tells you somewhat proudly, and you couldn't help but smile as you gently reach forward to cup her cheek before pressing your lips in a tender kiss against the spot between her eyebrows. Her eyes flutter closed at the gentle affection, allowing you to linger for a little while longer than normal.

"It's late pumpkin." Is all you say as you reluctantly pull away, gentle fingers tucking her hair behind her ear, and Natasha sighs quietly as she nods her head. Her eyes flicker between you and her computer, and you sense that maybe there was something she wants to say but can't quite bring herself to do so. Not wanting to push her, or able to read her mind much to your dismay, you simply perch yourself on her lap and wrap an arm around her shoulder.

Knowing this wasn't something you did frequently nor often, Natasha was quick to wrap her arms around your waist and tuck her head just beneath your chin. In response, you cup the back of her head with your free hand, nuzzling your nose against her hair and taking in the comforting smell of vanilla.

About fifteen minutes pass before you feel her breathing deepen signalling she was growing dangerously close to falling asleep, and knowing her bed would be much more comfortable than her chair, you kiss her head before pulling yourself away from her and rising to your feet.

Natasha looks up at you with an unhappy frown as she grabs the material of your hoodie and tugs in a futile attempt at pulling you back down to her lap.

"No baby," you shake your head as you pry her hands off of you, "let's go to bed, okay?" You attempt to coax, and Natasha let's out a rather quiet, unhappy whine as she attempts to reach for you again.

"Nat, baby, bed. Your chair won't be comfortable." You strive to persuade, bending down and cupping her face in your hands. Tired eyes blink back up at you for just a moment before she pouts and holds out her arms, and you go to take her hands, assuming she wanted your help standing up.

Natasha, however, frowns and shakes her head, only furthering your confusion.

"What is it, my love?"

You watch as hesitation peeks in through the sleepiness lingering in her eyes for just a moment before she swallows heavily and once again holds out her arms. Her lips part, a barely audible question slipping through.

"Carry me?"

It was said so quietly, so nervously it was obvious she was scared that you'd say no. Of course you'd never. Not once has she ever asked you to carry her before. Each and every time you'd done so, you'd been the one to initiate it and not a single complaint had ever slipped from her lips.

It leaves you to believe that maybe, just maybe, there had been many times she'd wanted to ask, but was simply just too scared. Heart melting, you place your hands underneath her armpits and tug her to feet.

"Of course I'll carry you baby. You never have to ask." You murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips before bending down slightly and wrapping your arms beneath her behind. You stand, bringing her with you, and almost immediately her legs hook tightly around her waist, arms loose around your neck as her small hands tangle through the baby hair at the nape of your neck.

Keeping one of your arms beneath her for support, you rest the other across her back and begin to carry her out of the room.

"I love you." You hear her murmur, and you smile softly as you give her body a squeeze.

"I love you more than you could ever imagine."

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Natasha, at the police station: Hi, i'm here for Yelena.

Officer: last name?

Natasha: ...Oh, you must be new.

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Yelena: so how's you and y/n been?

Nat: we had an argument recently.

Yelena: that sucks for you.

Nat: yeah well it's what happened after that makes me even more pissed.

Yelena: ooh drama please go on.

Nat: I asked for a glass of water and y/n gave me a glass of ice and said 'wait' before leaving.

Yelena: ...

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Wanda, watching Yelena and Y/N fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt?

Natasha, not bothered by the chaos: It’s fine. They’re too evenly matched to hurt each other.

Wanda: Then... who’s the strongest out of you three?

Yelena: Natasha.

Y/N: Natasha.

Natasha: Me.

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Yelena: It’s really frustrating.

Kate: What is it?

Yelena: Watching Y/N openly flirt with Wanda and Wanda not realizing it.

Kate, wearing a "Date Me Yelena Pls" shirt: Haha yeah, she's so oblivious.

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Y/N: Can I have a piece of cake from the fridge?

Yelena: What’s the rule?

Y/N, sighing: No cake after dinner.

Yelena: No, that’s Nat’s rule. My rule is that you need to bring me a slice as well.

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Happy black widow

Nat: *eating her sandwich that "mysteriously" appeared on her table*

-other side of the room-

Clint: Really? Another sandwich?

Y/N: *looking away and whispering* Well-fed black widow is a happy black widow and I have intentions with the Black Widow...

Clint: Yeah? And what are those intentions?

Y/N: *still whispering* She looks so happy and cute when she eats them.

Clint: Adorable.

Yelena: Just ask her out already!

Clint: *patting Yelena on the back* They'll get there. Eventually.

*Later*

Y/N: *drinking favorite beverage* Whoever brought this is my second favorite person.

Yelena: The first is Natasha?

Y/N: Yup.

-other side of the room-

Nat: *smiling proudly*

Clint: Maybe it would be more effective if you weren't sneaky about it?

Nat: We'll get there.

Somehow has a part 2 now.

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Yelena: What's your favorite color?

Y/N: Natasha.

Y/N: Wait, what was the question again?

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*at the mall*

Wanda: Hey, have any of you guys seen Y/N? She's been gone for a while..

Kate: Eh, nope.

Natasha: No, I haven't...

Yelena: Probably ran off to McDonald's or something.

Y/N: Hey.

Wanda: Ooh, there you are-

Kate: What the fu-

Yelena: I- where were you?!

Y/N: Walking right behind you guys.

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The Love Clause

Part 1: sometimes all i think about is you

Rating: M

Pairing: yelena belova x black!fem!reader

Warnings: implied sex, cheating (not yelena or reader), eventual canon typical violence

Wrd Cnt: 2.4+

Summary: After you find yourself in a bind, your best friend's estranged sister, Yelena, makes a deal with you. She'll let you live with her free of charge if you agree to pose as her girlfriend for reasons she doesn't seem too keen to reveal. Unfortunately for you, falling in love is nowhere in the contract you sign.

Notes: This is cross-posted on a03, song is heat waves slowed by glass animals

Late nights in the middle of June

You were never one to be late for anything. Not when you were a child relying on the seemingly foreign idea of transportation at the hands of an adult.

Not when you were sick last week after your best friend, Natasha, tricked you into thinking that the concoction (read: abomination) with the main ingredient being whatever SpaceX uses to propel rockets into space, wasn't nearly as potent as it actually was.

And, you sure as the devil in Hell weren't going to be late to your Biology Capstone now, even when your life seemed to be crumbling to pieces around you.

Earlier

You hadn't been thinking when you rushed out of the house and told her to keep it. The only thing on your mind was that image.

Your girlfriend-oh, well you supposed your ex-girlfriend now, making the woman, that pointedly wasn't you, writhe underneath her. In your shared bed. In your shared home. During your shared relationship.

You don't remember much. Just that. Some profuse apologizing, you had the wherewithal to throw your engagement ring back at her. She winced as it hit her in the corner of her eye.

Then you scrambled to get away, in some fucked up way, you felt guilty about hurting her, and then you felt guilty about feeling guilty.

You said something along the lines of 'keep the house'. Dropping the keys in the trash on your way out. Maybe her new chick could help her with the mortgage payment or something.

There was no way you'd be okay sleeping there ever again. It was contaminated.

You drove your car to the bar and grill Natasha owned even though you knew she wouldn't be there yet.

The both of you were seniors in college and you always secretly wondered how she managed to open the restaurant. You just assumed maybe it ran in the family. Even though, the two of you had known each other since you were in diapers and her parents had never mentioned anything about it. Then again, Alexei and Melina rarely mentioned anything about anything when you were kids.

You eventually lost track of time. Just sitting in your car. Staring at the unlit sign on the front of the building that read "The Red Room Bar & Grill" in big blocky red lettering. Natasha didn't take particular liking to your comments that "The Red Room" title would be better suited for a BDSM dungeon or strip club.

You don't think you would have broken out of your stupor anytime soon if there hadn't been a rhythmic tapping at your passenger side window.

You jumped in surprise, then instantly relaxed when you realized who it was trying to get your attention.

You huffed then unlocked the door so the woman could happily slide in next to you.

"Wanda, how many times do I have to tell you, you can't run up on me like that? What if I had a glock!?"

Wanda only laughed that easy laugh that she always did, "You hate guns. Why would you shoot me?"

You didn't bother to answer her question. Besides, she was staring the side of your face down like she often did. Wanda Maximoff tended to stare deep into you like she could read minds or something.

"You're upset."

And who knew, maybe she could.

You laughed with little humor, "What gave it away?"

She blinked as if she was surprised by your question, then pointed to the drying tear tracks on your cheeks.

"You don't cry."

And like Wanda could tell that you were upset, you could tell that Wanda did not like that you were upset. Her Sokovian accent slipped into her voice when she was upset.

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at home resting for tonight?"

Wanda raised an eyebrow, she knew exactly what you were trying to do, "Nat forgot her lunch at the house. I figured she might be here before she had to get to campus for your class."

Your frown deepened at the word 'class'. Then you turned to the dashboard of your car and almost screamed in panic.

The corner of Wanda's lip quirked up, "Yeah. You should probably head to campus. Don't mind me. I'll just stay with you and ask invasive and embarrassing questions until your resolve cracks?"

At times, Wanda seemed to be more of a conniving little shit than her girlfriend. And there was nothing you could do about it.

You pulled out of the parking lot and headed in the direction of the Stanford University main campus, "Fine. Ask away."

Wanda nodded as if to say thank you for the permission even though no matter what you said, she was going to do it anyway.

"Why were you staring at a brick wall and crying?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, the urge to lie so strong it took every ounce of willpower you had to resist it.

"I-fuck Wands-Alexus was cheating on me. I got back to the house this morning after a last minute study session in the library and there she was. Knuckle deep in some broad I had never seen before."

All the color seemed to drain from Wanda's face, she spoke softly, "Shit, Y/N. I'm so sorry. Does Nat know yet?"

"Nope, you're the first person I told." You're not sure if your speeding down the freeway should be attributed to you trying not to be late, or if it was just your resolute anger.

"Uh oh...You know I love you, so excuse me when I say this. I'm more concerned about how Nat is going to take this than you are."

"What do you mean?"

"Nat hates Alexus. She's been looking for an excuse to skin her alive since you guys met."

Wanda had a point. And if there was anyone who could get away with it, it was Natasha Romanoff.

"I'll make her promise not to do anything that'll get her thrown in jail."

Wanda sighed, "It's not her getting thrown in jail I'm worried about."

You had no idea what that meant, and were too chicken shit to ask.

You pulled onto your exit ramp with a jerky motion, your eyes started to well up with fresh warm tears again, "Maxxy, I have no where to stay. I just couldn't be there anymore and you know I can't ask my parents, they have home visits for Nikita's fostering and me being there will mess up their paperwork and their dynamic and-"

"Honey, you know you can always stay with Nat and I."

You shook your head profusely, "No I can't. You're supposed to be proposing tonight at the bar. When Nat says yes she's going to try to rip your clothes off right then and there and I'll be damned if I'm in your guest room while you're fucking in the next room."

"Y/N. We can post-"

"I'll drink bleach if you finish that sentence."

Wanda promptly stopped that train of thought, "...Okay, what about Carol and Maria? A hotel?"

"Another happy couple I refuse to burden with my broken heart. And I don't have the money. Spent my savings on that house and this car. Both of which I thought would be an investment. Well, 1 out of 2 ain't bad."

Wanda sighed, watching helplessly as you drove into a campus parking lot and came to a stop in your usual parking space.

"Yelena?"

You couldn't have stopped your blush if you tried, "I know her and Nat are on good terms again, but I haven't spoken to her in years. I'll figure it out, Maxxy. You don't have to worry about me."

"Yes I do. But whatever, make sure Nat actually eats her lunch. You know how she gets. And if you see a murderous glint in her eye after you tell her about She Who Shall Not Be Named, make sure to tell her you'll kill her if she does something stupid. And when that inevitably doesn't work, tell her I'll kill her. And when that doesn't work either because she'll be that mad, tell her Melina will kill her and that should scare her enough to sit down."

You laughed at the image of the rough and tumble Natasha Romanoff being terrified of her mother. Then the antics of your day hit you in a wave. Wanda could only watch it happen.

"Yes, ma'am. Take my car back to the bar. I'll ride with Nat. I'll see you at the bar tonight. Okay?"

Wanda nodded with a less than pleased expression covering your face, you tossed her the keys to your Range Rover, "Okay."

~•~

"I'll kill her."

You rolled your eyes at your best friend, "No, you won't."

Natasha smirked and tossed her car keys into the air, "Want a bet?"

"Sure as hell don't. If you end up in jail, I'll kill you."

Natasha shrugged, "Ahh. I'm shaking in my boots. How should I do it? Get her the old fashioned way?"

What did that even mean?!

"Wanda will kill you."

Natasha paused for an entire thirty seconds, then continued her planning of your exes demise.

"Your mom will kill you."

Natasha's entire demeanor changed, "Suddenly, I no longer have the desire to assassinate your ex."

You chuckled, "I bet."

"You can stay with us until you find a place."

"No I can't."

"Why not?"

Well, you weren't ruining the surprise, "Um. I'm allergic to Wanda?"

Natasha sighed, "Fine. Then don't tell me. Oh! I know! Yelena can help. She just got a two bedroom apartment. Near your place actually. She's been complaining about needing a roommate."

You crossed your arms over your chest to cover your resulting state of uncomfort.

"You know Yelena and I haven't talked since..."

Natasha frowned, because of course she knew that, but that had been a good four years in the past, "You're both over it. So it shouldn't be a problem. She'll be at the restaurant tonight so you can talk to her then. In fact, I'll give her the heads up now."

Your shoulders deflated more than they did when you realized you'd be homeless for the foreseeable future, "Yippee."

~•~

The bar was packed, filled with your collective group of friends and your friend's families. Natasha was so busy fussing at her staff that she hadn't realized that Wanda had been staring at her wide-eyed all night. Nor had she realized she was serving her family. Even your parents were tucked in the corner with their foster daughter and Natasha's parents.

You smoothed down your red dress, (yes Wanda had made everyone wear red. Another thing Natasha had been oblivious to) and fought off the chill resulting from the slit in the fabric that ran almost all the way to your hip.

You had to send Natasha to your house to get your clothing. Luckily, your ex wasn't there so Natasha couldn't have tried to murder her even if she wanted to.

You wrapped your black leather jacket around yourself tighter and attempted a sip at the drink Natasha had sat in front of you. The caveats of drinking for free at your best friend's bar meant that you were her experimental Guinea Pig.

"For someone studying to be a doctor, she's not very smart, is she?" You being a native Californian, Bucky Barnes' New York accent stood out to you like a sore thumb. But it was always refreshing to hear.

You hugged the large man with a bright smile, you gestured to his prosthetic arm with a question in your eyes, "How's the arm, Buckaroo? And don't call my bestie dumb, she's just blinded by her drive to own the best bar in town. Besides, most people don't expect to be proposed to."

Your ex had done a great job of keeping the secret from you. She had done a great job of keeping a lot of secrets from you.

"Still with that nickname? I haven't seen you in a year and that's how you greet me?" He pressed his hand to his chest in faux hurt.

"It's not my fault you decided to be older than me and graduate with Wanda last year."

He smiled happily. The smile reminded you of when you met your freshman year in your dorm. You stayed in the same hallway and naturally flocked to each other after learning you were both in the biology major with Pre-med tracks. You often study together and he frequently allowed you to poke and prod at his prosthetic for your own research.

You still hadn't told him that he was the reason you wanted to become a Prosthetist.

"I'm moving back here actually. Got reassigned. And I have a fitting for a new robotic arm prototype in a few weeks."

You jumped up and down in excitement, your stilettos groaning at the movement, maybe Natasha did know what she was doing with those drinks.

"Bucky! That's great. We'll have weekly coffee dates. If you're late, I'll get Nat to kill you."

He eyed you funny in response, "You have no idea how capable she is of doing that, huh?"

"No. I know she's plenty capable."

"I-um-well- anyway, I figured sense I'm moving back and Sam is still here, he and I could maybe try again. If he'll even talk to me anymore."

You patted the muscular man on the shoulder, "He'll say 'yes'. Just like Nat will."

"Just like Nat will what?"

You're sure Bucky can see the turmoil that washed over your face as the familiar voice spoke up behind you and ordered a drink.

You had no real choice but to turn and greet them, lest Bucky continue to stare at you oddly.

"Just like Nat will say 'yes'."

The owner of the voice nodded and took a sip of her drink without looking at you. She didn't even look at you when she asked you what you were drinking so she could order you another one.

"I'll talk to you later, Y/N. Number's still the same." You waved to Bucky as he stalked deeper into the crowd. You wouldn't have wanted to stay witness to whatever this was either.

"Speaking of Nat, she said you needed some help."

"Well. She lied."

It was then that the interloper finally looked at you. And when she looked, she stared. Deep into your soul, deeper than Wanda ever could. With more emotion than she ever cared to share.

"No, she didn't."

"Why do you even care, Yelena?! You left!"

Yelena's frown deepened, "I told you I didn't have a choice. Do you need a place to stay or not?"

In a twisted way, she looked conflicted. Like she couldn't deal with you saying 'No' again. But, little did she know, you could never say 'No' to her.

"I do."

"Then let's make a deal."

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Yelena: my parents think we would make a great couple

Y/N: your parents? Alexei likes me?

Yelena points to a nearby window…

Alexei stands there holding a sign: Y/N + Yelena 4Ever ❤️💕

Y/N: well he’s right

Melina: darling leave them alone!

Alexei: but it’s true!

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Mob!Natasha x daughter!reader headcannons

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a/n: I figured writing some headcanons was a bit less pressuring, and I enjoyed this so much! I’ll definitely be writing more headcanons in the future :)

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

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Mob!Natasha who found you when you were just a baby. She heard crying coming out of the closet after she had just killed her target. Turns out, he had already found his next victim, you. Luckily, Natasha was just in time to save you from that horrible life and raised you herself

Mob!Natasha who raised you in the safety of her Russian home. Protected, hidden, and far away from the dangers of the world

Mob!Natasha who only allowed Melina, Alexei, and Yelena to see and know about you the first 5 years of your life

Mob!Natasha who started training you for active combat the moment you could stand, wanting you to be able to protect yourself, should you ever end up being mixed into one of her ‘jobs’

Mob!Natasha who loves you more than anything in the world, getting you whatever you want whenever you want it, yet still making sure you’re not becoming a spoiled brat

Mob!Natasha who puts her trusted bodyguard, Bucky Barnes, on any and every outing you go on. You leave the house for a walk? You better count on the fact that Bucky is coming. You want to go shopping? Don’t worry, Bucky will simply come to help you carry your bags. You want to have dinner with someone? Bucky will simply sit a few tables away from you, giving you privacy yet keeping a close eye on you

Mob!Natasha who is terrified when your existence becomes known after you and her are spotted going for a little shopping trip. She will upgrade her security everywhere, putting multiple bodyguards by your side every time you leave the house. Of course, she still trusts that Bucky is the best at keeping you safe, but just to be sure, you get a few more of her men

Mob!Natasha who sometimes allows you to sit in on her meetings, letting you sit next to her, or on the ground, whichever you prefer. It’s not like any of the people she is meeting with can say anything. That is if they want to keep their lives of course. Sometimes, if you forgot to bring something she will slide you her notepad for you to doodle on, or she’ll just stop the entire meeting and order one of her men to fetch you whatever you wish. She gets to decided how her meetings go, of course

Mob!Natasha who knows you adore her henchwomen more than anything. Your personal favourite is Natasha’s assistant, Maria. You know her and your mom have some more going on. You are not blind to the lingering touches and the sneaky looks they send each other. Of course, you are a big fan of Carol. She is just so cool and nice to you, even though she can kill someone with basically a glare. To you, she is the sweetest human on the planet

Mob!Natasha who knows you adore your aunt Yelena more than anyone on the planet. Because of that, she makes sure Yelena gets the opportunity to visit more than enough. Everytime Natasha has to leave for a slightly bigger ‘job’ she simply calls Yelena to keep you company. Natasha knows you don’t need a babysitter anymore, but she likes the idea of you not having to be lonely. Besides, it is much safer for you to be accompanied by your aunt Yelena

Mob!Natasha who knows how much you adore playing board and cards games, so she told her people to never deny you a game, were you to ask. Luckily, you mostly gravitate towards Carol and her girlfriend Valkyrie, and who were they to deny you a game? They loved your company, and they loved playing your card games with you

Mob!Natasha who, when you start dating someone, runs thousands of background checks, does hundreds of checkups throughout the day, and makes sure to give whoever you decided to date a little talk, letting them know exactly what’s waiting for them were they ever to hurt you

Mob!Natasha who had the best private tutors coming to your home to teach you everything you needed to know, giving you the highest level of eduction you’d ever need

Mob!Natasha who knows that you are financially set for life, but who still allows you to go to college if you would ever want to. Of course it would be an expensive, high security private school, but still

Mob!Natasha who takes you on the multiple holiday trips during the year. You want to go to Spain? Pack your bag because Natasha will have planned a trip next week. Obviously you both will simply take her private jet, but she needs a week to book some fancy holiday home for you two to stay at

Mob!Natasha who, despite her fortune, often books small, low budget holiday trips. Everyone knows those small holiday homes are the best and the cosiest. What kind of mother would Natasha be if she didn’t give you that experience?

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