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Intruders (Maya Lopez)

Summary: Kate's inside Maya's apartment...but doesn't know the risks.

Maya Lopez x fem!ring fighter!reader

Warnings: Blood, fighting, wounds, soft Maya.

Note: i've tweaked the hawkeye scene for plot convenience, heh. Anything can happen in a fanfic <3

Taglist: @splat-tasha (dm or comment to ask to be in the general taglist <3)

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You were, frankly, exhausted. You'd only just gotten back after winning a few fights, making your easy money, and you just wanted to curl up in Maya's arms to sleep off the pain.

Your knuckles throbbed, and your body pulsed with each movement, as if hating every single ounce of your weight as you dragged yourself towards the bathroom.

However, just as you were about to get into the shower, you noticed that Maya's alarm system had gone off.

Your senses heightened the way they always did before and during a fight. Your vision sharpened, muscles tensed as you paused unwrapping your hands and put the white cloth over your knuckles again.

Kate had alerted Clint about someone keeping tabs on his family. She was so engrossed in looking for the rolex that she didn't notice the muscled woman coming up behind her.

The second the last syllable of 'get out of there' had left Clint's lips, you caught Kate in a chokehold, constricting her airways with your strong forearms.

She elbowed you in the ribs and sprang back, only to be punched in the face by Maya.

"Hi, baby," you signed, ducking as Kate swung at you. You deftly hit her in the stomach, sending her reeling, so Maya could slam her against the wall.

"How was the fight?" Maya casually signed, parrying another blow from Kate.

"Good," you smiled, looking offended when Kate punched you in the mouth. Maya handled that one by grabbing the girl and throwing her into the bookshelves, making you scowl at her in irritation.

You suddenly stepped out of the way when an arrow whizzed into the apartment, aimed at you. A man, who looked about 45, leapt into the apartment to battle you.

You spat out blood, rolled your eyes and squared up, adjusting your stance.

Clint aimed a punch at you, knowing arrows aren't close-range weapons. You ducked and caught his fist, flipping him over your shoulder. With a loud 'thud' he hit the ground, and you pinned him there, twisting his arm behind his back.

"I've been a playground bully before," you seethed as he struggled, "Why're you here?"

"None of your business, really," he flipped you off of him and kicked you in the gut, making you wince as he hit your already aching ribs.

You scoffed, "It's my business cause this is mine and my girlfriend's apartment!" You ducked another blow and hit his nose, not even wincing at the contact. "So tell me, why?"

He didn't answer your question, he only groaned out a loud "Kate!" which resulted in you getting clobbered on the back of the head with a book.

"OW!" You scowled, leaping off of Clint to attack Kate. You signed at Maya quickly, "Him, now!"

"What the hell are you two doing here?!" you grunted as your fist connected with Kate's jaw. She retaliated with a kick to your abdomen and a punch to your ribs, before responding.

"Visiting," she grumbled, shouting in pain as you slammed her against a wall, knocking the wind out of her.

"What part of 'stay away from Maya' was unclear?!" You exclaimed, taking a lovely knee in the groin. You didn't have balls, yes, but by every merciful god, it still hurt like a bitch.

The second you heard glass shattering and the sound of someone escaping, you let go of your combatant, and smirked, "Better follow your mentor, little puppy," you wiped off the blood from your lips.

Kate rolled her eyes and followed Clint via her zipline, and you had to collapse on the couch to catch your breath.

Maya lay beside you, her head in your lap as she breathed heavily. She laughed a little and signed, "Did you win?"

You nodded and smirked, "Five fights,"

"Aren't you sore?" She frowned, sitting up. "Five fights isn't nothing."

You shrugged, "I'll be fine. Not something I haven't done before."

She rolled her eyes and put her hands out. You sighed and gave her your wrapped hands, waiting for her to undo the fabric and inspect your wounds. Her eyes widened at how bruised and bloody your knuckles were.

"Are you dumb?" She asked, looking a bit worried and mad. "I've told you not to put in for so many fights."

"Maya..." you gave her a pleading look. "Don't scold me..."

She sighed and motioned for you to get up. "Take a bath," she signed. "We'll sleep."

You nodded and quickly went to bathe, washing off all the grime, blood, and sweat off of your body. You used Maya's body wash, even though you knew she liked her own stuff. You genuinely liked her scent, and having it on your skin was a thousand times better.

"Why did you use my body wash?" She asked after she'd pressed a soft kiss to your head when you exited the shower.

"I like your scent," you shrugged, sitting on the bed. "Let's sleep?"

She smiled, sliding into bed beside you. She gently pulled you closer to her by your waist, and pressed gentle kisses against your neck to ease your body.

She slowly rubbed small circles into your arms with her fingertips, finding the goosebumps on your skin to be alluring and adorable. She kept giving you small neck kisses, with each brush of her lips on your skin making a muscle ease till you were absolute putty in her arms.

“I love you,” you signed sleepily, not really bothering to check if she saw you. You realised she had when she hummed against your neck slightly, making you giggle.

She slowly signed while embracing you, “I love you too,”

So there you both slept, nonchalant about the fact that your house had gotten broken into.

THE END

#i know you can tell i am obsessed with this woman #maya lopez #maya lopez echo #maya lopez x reader #echo #echo mcu #deaf representation #alaqua cox

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Last Resort Pt. 2 (Maya Lopez)

Summary: She came to get something...and to hide.

Maya Lopez x fem!nurse!reader

Warnings: None

Taglist: @probs-reading-fanfics (dm/comment to be a part of the taglist <3)

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She was wondering if the universe was conspiring against her. Why was it so hard to just stay away from you?

She thought she could forget about the jacket. She had another one anyway.

Yet here she was again, out of breath and in danger, right in front of your apartment building.

Coincidence? I think not.

The bright, flashing lights of the cop cars whizzed by, and she had to duck behind the wall again. It was honestly annoying how ridiculous these beat cops were.

Of course, you were her very last resort.

So up she went again, into the elevator and to your house.

You had been reading a book, plate of pasta in hand, spooning the tasty stuff into your mouth at intervals, only to have your quiet, peaceful time interrupted by a loud knocking on the door.

"Oh, for christ's sake-" you grumbled, pushing your cat, Kaz, off your lap and going over to the door.

Honestly, you really should start looking through the peephole more.

"Again?" You raised a brow. "I am not a lodging house."

"The police," she signed, glancing down the hallways. "I need to hide."

"Go hide somewhere else!"

"And risk being seen?"

"Your safety isn't my problem anymore!"

Maya had to admit, you were right. Bit she was desperate. So she put on her most pleading face and signed, "Please."

You wanted to kiss her. You wanted to strangle every breath out of her. You wanted to keep her safe. You wanted to dial 911 in the next two seconds.

You just wanted.

"Get in, you useless little shit," you signed in annoyance, opening the door.

"Thank you," she signed, looking away from you.

You began packing your dinner up, and noticed her sitting anxiously on the couch, fiddling with her fingers and randomly petting Kaz.

Why couldn't the gods have just made you a cold-hearted killer? Why did they make you a soft-hearted lover?

"Need something to eat?" You signed after flicking the lights on and off for her attention.

"Did you poison it?" She raised a brow.

"Every word you say which isn't a 'yes' or a 'no' is making me wish I did," you quipped, scowling.

"Yes, please," she nodded. "Thank you."

You grumbled and dismissed her statement with a wave, heating up some of the last bits of pasta.

"Baby, I'm hungry," Maya had said, pouting at you.

"Pasta?" You'd laughed and asked her, raising a brow.

"You know I love the food you make," she'd smiled and kissed your cheek.

"Damn you, Maya Lopez..." you scowled, setting a plate for her. You walked over to the couch and handed her a fork and the plate.

"Want a bit of rat poison with it for seasoning?" You scowled, crossing your arms after you'd signed.

"No, I'm fine with being alive," she shrugged and started eating. You rolled your eyes, and sat on the other couch, reading.

Every bone in your body pulsed with confusion at your feelings. Your heart tugged towards Maya, with the round face and cheeks you liked to pinch. Maya, with the sleek hands which could weave words to make you blush and do things to make your eyes roll back. Maya, with her slight smiles and expressive eyes that were too cute for you to handle.

But it also clenched at the sight of Maya, who had left you alone that night when you'd needed her. Maya who'd lied to you about one of the biggest disasters of your life.

Maya, who had broken you down till you were just pieces of the woman you had once been.

She noticed the glare you were shooting her and raised a brow. "What?" she finger-spelled.

"Why am I your last resort?" You scowled as you signed. "There are so many doctors, so many people you have some connections with. You can go to them. But you don't. Why me, Maya?"

"Because you're the only person I can fully trust," she signed after placing her plate on the coffee table. "The only person I know who wouldn't stab me in the back."

"Oh, is that why you found it so easy to stab me in the back?" You scoffed.

She sighed. "I guess I had that one coming."

"No shit," you scowled.

Maya sat in silence with you. An uncomfortable silence, which filled the entire room and suffocated you both. She stared at you intently while you continued to read, or, atleast, pretended to.

She, too, felt her heart split apart. She saw the curve of your jawline she loved to kiss, the upward slope of your lips which always fit against hers so perfectly. She watched your brows furrow, and noticed your hair falling on your face a bit. The hair she'd spend hours with her hands in, whether the moment was soulful or sinful. Her heart pulled towards you. It wanted you in a way she knew exes with 'no feelings' would never want.

But she also felt her heart pressed under the weight of her blunder. She felt it clench as she watched you get mad at her. She thought she'd seen the depth of your hurt, the day she'd left, but it was not even in the twilight zone of the trench-like abyss that was your sorrow.

She walked over to you and tapped your shoulder.

"Can I stay for a few days?" she hesitantly signed, looking at you pleadingly.

You scowled, "Why?"

"The police have probably tagged my apartment." She sighed. "I'm on the run, so..." she let her hands stay in the 'so' sign, the deaf equivalent of trailing off.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut. You inhaled deeply, as if mentally preparing yourself for what was to come.

"Fine," you scoffed. "But you're not going to mess up anything in here. That means you will go about your business and only come home to eat and sleep."

"Done," she shrugged. "Beggars can't be choosers."

"Now you're getting some sense into that thick skull of yours," you rolled your eyes and went back to your book, but only after signing, "And you're sleeping on the couch."

Maya sighed.

This was going to be a long few days.

TO BE CONTINUED...

#maya lopez x reader #marvel #echo #echo x reader #wlw #miniseries #echo x female reader #maya lopez #deaf representation #sign language #alaqua cox

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Overworked (Natasha Romanoff)

Summary: You end up working a little too much.

Natasha Romanoff x fem!engineer!reader

Warnings: Overworking, tension, stress, anxiety, sickness, fever.

Requested by the following bao bun: @splat-tasha

Translations: 1. Detka: baby 2. Malyshka: baby girl 3. Dorogoy: darling 4. Moya lyubov: my love

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Honestly, working with S.H.I.E.L.D was very well paying, well-rewarding, and worth all the effort you put into it. You loved building things for the agents, coming up with new designs for weapons and bringing them up from graphite on paper into metal on gunpowder.

Natasha had to admit, though...you overdid it sometimes. You'd sometimes lose days of sleep over some new variation of a weapon, or while repairing a broken jet. Now, the bags under your eyes had pretty much become your personal accessory.

"Detka, please, don't overwork yourself..." she'd mutter against your hair as she cuddled your tired body after you'd finally let yourself rest.

"I won't, darling, I swear..." you'd mumble, but it would end up being a lie within the next two days, maximum.

This time, it went a little too far.

The entire day, you'd shown small signs that you were slowly falling sick from the amount you were working. Starting with your sudden loss of appetite, to blinking for a few seconds longer than any normal person would deem healthy.

"L/n, I need this ray gun fixed, asap," one of the agents said, handing you the said weapon. You shook your head to clear your foggy senses and nodded, taking it.

Later that day, Fury called you to his office and described a new kind of weapon they'd need for a stealth mission, and of course, you agreed to have the prototype ready within three days.

"Hey, Y/n, can you fix my pistols?" Maria asked you after that interaction, handing you a box. "For some reason, the safety isn't coming on on either of them since my niece messed with them, and I cannot have guns without a safety lock in the house..."

"N-no issue, Keya..." you mumbled, addressing her by the wrong name in your tiredness.

"Keya?" she raised a brow.

"Shit, sorry, I meant Maria..." you apologised, embarrassed. "I'm a bit tired, sorry. I'll have the guns fixed by tomorrow, no issue."

She smiled and thanked you, walking away.

You continued to walk around and work like a corpse, and felt the need for several cups of very strong coffee throughout the course of the day.

Natasha felt her gut telling her something was wrong, and decided to go and check on you.

And thank every merciful god that she did.

You were a mess, your workshop was like a hurricane hit it and it then got ransacked by an army of wild cats.

Nuts and bolts littered the floor, pages were scattered across two worktables joined together, grease stained the floor, and a concerning number of coffee cups were strewn around.

She heard the buzzing of a soldering iron and saw you at a worktable which had some of the surface visible. Your hands, which were normally so steady, were trembling, and you looked like you wanted to pass out as you fixed the safety lock of Maria's guns.

You got a phone call, and didn't notice Nat as you answered it, putting it on speaker.

"Hey, Y/n, it's Phil. Coulson," came the voice from the other line. "So, um, I know you fixed my car earlier this week, but I got into a bit of a scuffle...the engine's not starting up and I think I screwed up the oil tank while I was at it cause this bugger won't fill up at all."

You exhaled heavily, putting a grease-stained, and shockingly blistered hand to your forehead, making another black mark appear on your skin. "I'll come over tomorrow to look at it, Dave."

"...Dave? What the hell?" His voice sounded confused and irritated, making you click your tongue in annoyance and sigh.

"I'm sorry, that's the thirdtimetoday..." you muddled your words together as well, making him as you to repeat. "I said it's the third time I've messed up someone's name."

"No problem, just can you fix it?" He asked.

"Yeah," you bade him goodbye and cut the call, going over to your whiteboard, where an array of tasks and their deadlines were listed out.

Natasha was horrified to see how many of them were marked for each day.

"Y/n, what the fuck?" Natasha gasped, seeing your hand shake and seeing you screw up Phil's name spelling on the board thrice.

You turned around and gripped the edge of a chair for support. You had a headache, and now were too dizzy to stand.

"O-oh...h-hi, Tasha..." you smiled at her.

"Don't you 'hi Tasha' me, idiot!" She stormed over to you, but nevertheless took your greasy hand in hers tenderly. "Detka, you are so overworked..." she felt how cold your hands were and immediately checked your temperature.

Fever.

"And you have a fever!" She gasped, "Why didn't you tell me you were sick!?"

"I'm not sick...am I?" Your eyes widened as you looked at the board, panicking. "No, no, no, I can't fall sick! I have so many things to give by tomorrow!"

"Y/n," Natasha's voice was scarily firm as she held you in place, forcing you to look into her eyes. "I am taking you home, and you will rest, or else."

"But Tasha..." you whined, but she was having non of it.

"Moya lyubov, moya dorogoya," she sighed, petting your hair and speaking as if you were a five year old, "You need rest, otherwise you'll fall sicker. Now, go and wait in the car."

"...yes, Tasha..." you mumbled like a five year old, and walked off.

Natasha was like an angry mama bear as she stormed into Nick Fury's office.

"Nicholas Fury, how dare you run Y/n to such levels of exhaustion that she's fallen sick!" She exclaimed, seething. "She has a fever, she is literally stumbling around and surviving on unhealthy amounts of caffeine, and is mixing up people's names! How dare you treat her like a machine! she fixes machines, doesn't mean she is one!"

Fury sighed and remained calm in the face of the livid assassin. "Please, tell Y/n to keep her projects on hold, and that she has nothing to worry about because we will pay for this sick leave. Happy?"

"Very. Now if I ever see this happen again, I will commit murder, and it will be yours." She turned on her heel and stalked off, back to the car where you were.

She got into the driver's seat and kept you nicely warm in her jacket, till you both got home.

"Now, malyshka, please rest," she kissed your forehead and smiled after she'd tucked you into bed.

"Thank you, Tasha..." you mumbled. she lay beside you and gently stroked your hair, stopping after you fell asleep, and cuddled you to recovery.

Maybe overworking had it's own perks...

THE END.

#natasha romanoff #shield #natasha romanoff x reader #femreader #engineer!y/n #wlw #bisexual #lesbian

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Confessions (Nakia Bahadir)

Summary: You walk in on Nakia figuring out how to confess to you.

Nakia Bahadir x fem!deaf!reader

Note: the ending is kind of shit because...well- i'm sorry my little bao buns-

Warnings: None.

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Six Months Ago

You were nervous, to say the least. No one in this school knew you were deaf, and definitely did not seem to know sign language. You looked down at your schedule, and heaved a sigh of relief. History.

You stood outside the door, a pit in your stomach. What if you threw up? What if you forgot how to sign? What if, what if...?

You felt someone tap on your shoulder, which broke you out of you spiralling thoughts.

It was a girl with gorgeous dark eyes, and a kind smile, who's hair was neatly tucked under a blue hijab with an intricate gold hemming. It looked quite lovely. You felt your hands tremble as you smiled back.

She spoke to you, asking something. Your ability to lip-read was thanked profusely internally as you nodded. She'd asked you if you were new there.

You decided to rip off your metaphorical band-aid and then sheepishly pointed at your ears, then made a cross with your fingers. I'm deaf, you implied, not using formal sign language, assuming as always that she might not know.

"I'm sorry," she signed, much to your surprise. The smile never left her face, as she added, "I'm Nakia Bahadir."

You must've looked a bit too shocked, because she frowned a bit in concern, signing, "Are you okay?"

"You know ASL?" You asked, your jaw practically on the floor.

"Only a little," she laughed a bit. "I've been learning..." she paused and decided to finger spell her way through the rest of the sentence, "...how to sign just in case I meet a deaf person. I understand more than I speak."

Her spelling was fluid, rapid, and natural, which shocked you even more. "I could teach you," you signed, staring at her.

By the gods, she was gorgeous...

"Thank you," she smiled. "What's your name?"

"Y/n," you spelt out as you pushed open the door. "Y/n L/n."

"Nice name," she signed. "You can sit next to me, if you'd like."

"Thanks," you smiled and sat beside her. "I'll be needing help, anyway."

Six Months Later

Nakia stood in the bathroom, freaking out a little. The past six months had been the best ones of her life. She'd gotten to know you better, had learnt how to sign more than she knew, and, unfortunately, had developed feelings for you.

How had she gotten here?

You, her, Kamala, and Bruno were just sitting and eating lunch, when she saw you laugh at something Kamala messed up signing.

"You just said you wanted to eat me," you signed, looking at her, scarred. "I think what you meant was you wanted to thank me," you showed her the sign for it, smiling.

God you had a cute smile.

Nakia tapped on your shoulder to get your attention. You turned to look at her with those adorable, expressive, deep e/c eyes.

"How do you say 'like' in ASL?" she finger-spelt 'like' so you'd understand.

You had to think for a moment and then showed her the sign. You placed both your right thumb and your index finger close to your chest, extending your other fingers. As you moved your hand forward slightly, you brought your thumb and index finger together.

"Like," you mouthed, smiling. "Anything else?"

"No, no," she shook her head and signed. She suddenly got up and walked away, indistinctly signing something about a bathroom to excuse herself.

So that's how she ended up here.

In a graffitied bathroom.

Her hands shaking too much to practise a simple, three-word sign in front of the clouded mirror.

She heard the door swing open, and there you stood in all your cuteness, smiling at her in slight concern. "You okay?" you signed, coming closer to her.

Her hands froze, she couldn't speak. Her heart was racing, and she had no idea what she had to sign. All the hand movements had vanished from her brain so all she could bring herself to sign was 'beautiful'.

"I know you're beautiful," you signed, laughing a bit.

She knew you couldn't hear how you laughed, but honestly, she had to say that it was the most amazing thing she ever heard. The way it would burst out of you in short waves was just what was so endearing about it.

"No," she shook her head, "Not me, I mean you."

"You want to say that I'm beautiful?" You asked, your head tilted in slight confusion.

"Yes," she said. "I..." her mind blanked again, and she took a deep breath in, remembering the signs. "Y/n, I think you are beautiful, smart, and funny. And I want to say that I...like you."

You smiled at her, "I like you too, Nakia. You're a good friend."

"No, no," she shook her head, her heart still racing. Suddenly the light fabric of her hijab draped around her neck was feeling a bit suffocating. "I mean that I like you than a friend."

Your cheeks, she noticed, went absolutely red at her revelation.

"Are you being serious?" You signed, looking at her with wariness. Clearly this had been done to you before and wasn't true, because you genuinely looked very scared for her reaction.

"Very serious," she said. "Do you like me back?"

However, before she could add the traditional 'it's okay, don't feel pressured or anything,' you had already tackled her into the biggest hug she'd ever recieved. And that was definitely saying a lot. Nakia's heart raced, her palms went numb, but she focused on first hugging you back.

You pulled away and smiled, winking in a lopsided way as you signed back, "I like you more than a friend too."

"So...be my girlfriend?" She smiled a bit awkwardly.

You rolled your eyes and signed back, "You thought I'd say no?"

THE END

#nakia bahadir #nakia bahadir x fem reader #deaf representation #ms marvel #kamala khan #bruno carelli #bisexual nakia supremacy #bisexual #wlw #lesbian #fem reader #zoe zimmer

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MASTERLIST

Requests: Open [★] Closed []

Rules:

Female reader only.

No poly relationships (only because I suck at them T-T)

No genderbending

Marvel Women Only <3

No homophobia, islamophobia, transphobia, etc.

Be nice when requesting

If you want to be tagged, let me know via dms or by anonymous ask <3

Key:

Fluff (♥︎)

Angst (△)

Smut (★)

characters below the cut, my little bao buns &lt;3

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Maya Lopez

Don't You Dare (♥︎)

Intruders (♥︎)

Miniseries:

Last Resort Part One Part Two

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Yelena Belova

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Kate Bishop

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Natasha Romanoff

Overworked (♥︎)

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Wanda Maximoff

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Peggy Carter

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Shuri Udaku

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Carol Danvers

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Monica Rambeau

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Kamala Khan

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Nakia Bahadir

Confession (♥︎)

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Riri Williams

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Agatha Harkness

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Maria Hill

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Valkyrie/Brunnhilde

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America Chavez

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MORE CHARACTERS WILL BE ADDED OVER TIME &lt;;3

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...i'd let her shoot me in the face...

MAYA "girlfriend material" LOPEZ (2/?) — ECHO | (2024 - ) — ft. a few scenes that make me weak in the knees

#maya lopez #marvel echo #echo #so deadly yet so cute

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I love how Maya fights. No girly ass moves, no ballerina-esque flips and shit that serve just to show us her body. Blunt, deft, precise hits, graceful yet pragmatic dodges. She gets hurt, she bounces back. Her heritage gives her strength. She is that girl.

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Last Resort Pt. 1 (Maya Lopez)

Summary: When Maya needs medical attention, you end up being her last resort. This, however, stirs up some unwanted, dormant feelings.

Maya Lopez x fem!nurse!reader

Warnings: blood, wounds, breakup, swearing.

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Maya only narrowly escaped Fisk's men, who wanted her dead after she shot him in the face. The bullet in her abdomen was nothing short of agonising, and she let out a guttural moan of pain as she slumped against a wall.

The alleys of New York were dark, thank god, otherwise she'd have been spotted much faster than she'd have liked. The smell of the nearby dumpster made her nose wrinkle, but the sudden stab of pain in her abdomen distracted her.

It was only when she pulled her jacket over her shoulders and went out of the alley did she notice exactly which building she was in front of.

She remembered it vividly, from all the times she'd come here for nights too sinful to speak of, or too painful to remember.

The neon lights of the diner buzzed and flickered, casting a red tinge on the multicoloured sidewalk. She went towards the small side door from where she could enter the apartment building's lobby, and pushed the metal door open with a loud 'screech'.

She limped towards the elevator, and practically dragged herself inside. Her vision was getting dimmer, and the darkness lasted a bit longer each time she blinked. When she put a hand to her abdomen gingerly, it came away sticky, red, and wet.

She pulled open the door and despite having come there hundreds of times, she counted down the doors till she reached the one she wanted.

With a trembling hand and a disregard for all the thoughts rushing one after the other in her mind, she rang the doorbell.

You'd just gotten off after a very tiring shift. You were dead on your feet, and all you wanted to do was eat dinner and crash. However, the second you'd bitten into the burrito you'd just pulled out of the microwave, your doorbell rang.

You groaned in annoyance and walked over, opening it without looking through the peephole.

But the moment your eyes landed on the person, you wished you had.

Your hands came up, trembling, as you signed in disbelief, "Maya?!"

She looked at you with a raised brow and looked at you with an annoyed look on her face.

"Can I come in?" She signed, agitated.

Your brow furrowed and your fists clenched before you replied, "No, why the hell are you here at all?!"

She rolled her eyes, but knew better than to push past you. She knew you well enough that if she did that, she would definitely get a swift punch to the face.

"I need help. I wouldn't be here unless I was desperate," she replied, her brow still arched as she glanced down either sides of the corridor.

You rolled your eyes, "You said that you'll never see me again," you glared at her, leaning your shoulder against the doorframe. "What, did you lie about that, too?"

That last statement hurt. And it hurt more than Maya cared to admit. It was true that the pair of you hadn't ended it on good terms, and it was definitely true that her white lies had all come together to form a mess which broke the person she'd cared about the most.

Her abdomen gave another stab of pain, as if reminding her that she wasn't here for petty arguments.

The moment you saw her wince, your brows went up in concern, even though you wanted to maintain your irritated façade. You ushered her in, and shut the door, pushing her towards the couch.

She decided not to be difficult for once, and sat down as she waited for you to bring out your first-aid kit.

Your black cat, Kaz, meowed and leapt up on the couch beside her, rubbing himself against her arm. She felt the edges of her lips turn up in a small smile as she put a hand up to gently scratch behind his ears.

You stood in front of her after a moment, arms crossed and looking at her as if you wanted to say, 'what am I going to do with you?'. Instead, you settled for signing, "Bullet, or blade?"

She sighed slightly and leaned back in exasperation. "Bullet," she replied.

She didn't have to hear to know that you'd rolled your eyes and called her an idiot.

"Take off your shirt," you signed, grabbing a stool and sitting on front of her. Seeing her slightly bewildered expression, you looked at her with a disgusted and annoyed glare, "Not in that way, you pervert."

She rolled her eyes at your comment and yanked off her jacket, then her shirt. When you both were together, she'd almost always come home injured, and wouldn't ever feel awkward when you'd ask her to take off the obstructing fabric.

But right now, she honestly wanted to shrivel up and disappear into the couch cushions.

You didn't even flinch at how badly her wound was bleeding, and proceeded to grab a pair of what she thought looked like very large tweezers. You pulled on a pair of blue surgical gloves and turned your wrists to ease them up.

You signed up at her, "Better bite down on something, cause I can't guarantee that this won't hurt."

She didn't even have time to think before you picked up the tweezers again, and began to pull out the bullet with a hand so steady, an assassin would be jealous.

Pain tore through every atom in her body, and it took everything in her not to scream in pain. She instead settled for a very pronounced groan of pain as her fists clenched. She bit down on the knuckles of her right fist, eyes clenching shut as she waited for it to be over.

After what felt like forever, she felt the pain subside, till it was no more like her whole internal organ system was being set on fire, but more like her abdomen had just been run over several times.

No biggie.

"Worst part's over?" She asked. She noticed you tensing up, and regretted her choice of words. That was kind of her signature statement from before you both broke up. After she'd have asked that question, you would kiss her forehead and look at her very apologetically if the answer was no, and with a bit of relief if it was a yes.

You decided to harden your heart as it fluttered, and as your body tensed with painful memory. It took you everything not to kiss her forehead and reply as you used to, so you settled for a curt 'no'.

She felt your hands gently cleaning out the leftover blood from around her wound, and made every effort not to whimper. Whether it was out of pain or heartache, she had no idea.

Your touch was familiar, gentle, and memory-invoking. It made her heart flutter and hurt at the same time, and it made her want to cry of both sadness and relief.

At least your touch towards her was the same.

You tapped on her knee, catching her attention. "I don't have the proper anaesthesia for this, so I have to do it without," you signed. "Think you can handle that kind of pain?"

"Oh please," she rolled her eyes and signed. "I've handled worse."

Her cocky reply made you want to strangle her. However, your feelings were slowly conflicted, but you shoved them down with a force even the toughest wrestler would be jealous of.

'She's a liar, a backstabber, and she doesn't want you anymore,' you thought to yourself. 'You're just doing your job.'

"Alright, little miss stupid," you rolled your eyes and took off the first set of gloves and grabbed another after signing. "If you're so damn tough, then I refuse to have you holding my shoulder with a death grip."

She rolled her eyes again, "Just patch me up, you asshole. I didn't ask for any commentary,"

"And I didn't ask for you to be here," you signed in irritation. "But we don't always get what we want, do we?"

Maya winced and squeezed her eyes shut again as you threaded the needle and she felt the first agonising prick of it against the raw skin of her wound. Luckily, the moment was dissolved in a flood of memory.

"How does this happen every single time I patch you up?" You had signed, after you stitched up yet another bullet wound of hers.

She'd smiled sheepishly and signed, "I'm sorry, but that's what the job demands." "Well you're damn lucky I'm a nurse," you signed in a bit of annoyance before you put the first aid kit away.

You gasped when Maya's arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and she pressed a gentle kiss to your neck. It wasn't lustful, just innocent and apologetic.

"I am sorry," she finger-spelled with her arms still around you, resting her cheek against your shoulder as she inhaled your scent. It was an intoxicating, feminine scent of chrysanthemums, which always made her feel safe.

"You're lucky that I love you," you signed, turning around in her embrace to face her. She gazed into your eyes, waiting for your lips to twitch up in that adorable smile of yours, which made your eyes crinkle and your face practically glow.

After a moment, you did break into a smile, and she couldn't help but laugh softly. There it was. The smile which kept her going, the smile which made her less reckless.

The smile which lit up the darkness within her with a blinding light.

Now, there was no smile. Your brow was creased, eyes squinted in concentration. Your hand remained steady, as you slowly, patiently closed up her wound.

She kept her fists clenched, her teeth pressed against each other with the force of her jaw practically pushing them up into the gums. She only made the softest of groans here and there, refusing to grab onto you.

"Done," you signed after an agonisingly long period. "Now you leave. Do not, and I repeat, do not do anything which might stretch your abdomen. If these stitches open out, I recommend you either do it yourself with dental floss and a sewing needle, or go to the goddamn ER like a normal human being in medical crisis would."

"You talk too much," she signed, groaning as she stood. Her body had cramped up with how tense she'd become, and her muscles were killing her.

"You comment too much," you rolled your eyes. "Now, leave. I'm not doing any more favours."

"Fine," she scoffed. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," you replied, still keeping an annoyed expression on your face. "Out."

"Okay," she shrugged and grabbed her bag, leaving your house.

It was only when she'd reached home that she realised...

...she'd left her leather jacket on your couch.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Don't You Dare (Maya Lopez)

Summary: One day, when you walk in on Maya interrogating someone, you show a side of yours which even she has never seen before.

Maya Lopez x shapeshifter!female!reader Note: Reader is slightly chubby, but that's not an affecting factor in any way. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Don't walk in on something you don't want to see.

Something both you and Maya had established when you both first started dating. However, as you got more involved in her mafia work, that rule got more and more flimsy by the day.

Especially today.

You were a very gentle person by nature, despite being a shapeshifter. Maya had to admit that everything about you was soft and gentle. From the way you were built to the way you signed, there was a certain amount of care and lightness to the way you existed in general.

Recently, Maya found a traitor in her midst. Whichever now-former Tracksuit was stupid enough to do so was now in front of her, being beaten up by the other members of the crew.

"Stop," she signed, her brow raised. "Let him go."

The man was bruised, bloody, and beaten in to the point where he would've probably died if she hadn't asked the others to stop. She stepped in front of the traitor and signed, "What exactly were you thinking? That you wouldn't get caught?"

Ivan, her new second-in-command, translated for her.

The man's face contorted, giving away that he was frowning. As he spoke, Ivan translated appropriately and a bit hesitantly as the man replied, "This mafia needs a capable leader."

"Capable?" Maya asked, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "Elaborate."

"You can't hear a damn gunshot from right next to you, how will you manage a mafia?" The man asked. "You're running on luck."

Maya was about to smack him in the face, but Ivan signed for her to stop. You were standing at the doorway, with what looked like murder in your eyes.

"Y/n, please, the rule-" Maya signed, looking at you pleadingly, but you stopped her.

"The rule can go fuck itself in the ass," you signed, looking more furious than ever.

Maya's eyes widened at the way you signed so aggressively. It was the exact opposite of how you usually spoke. Your hand movements were always calm and fluid, like a gentle stream which formed the words easy on her eyes. But now your movements were sharp and quick as a blade, and your normally smiling eyes held a glimmer which even she hadn't seen in the last two years of dating you.

You spoke, while Ivan translated. When you moved through the crowd of men, they immediately stepped back, scared for their lives, in all likeliness.

"What did you just say?" You asked the man, glaring at him. Maya stepped back, now intrigued. She found this side of you to be very interesting and a bit turning on, to be honest.

"I said that she can't even hear a gunshot from next to h-" before the man could finish his statement in all its disrespect, you grew sleek claws on your fingers and slashed them down his face, earning a scream of agony.

Maya couldn't hear it, but she could definitely see the volume of it.

"How dare you," you hissed, grabbing him by the collar and shaking him so hard that one of his lose teeth from the prior beating fell to the floor with a soft 'tink'. "How dare you disrespect a woman of authority with such disgusting words?"

"She ain't my boss!" He scoffed, but immediately regretted it when you bared your teeth, having morphed them into the sabre teeth of a lion. It made your gums ache and burn, but it was worth seeing the pain on his face.

"She ain't your damn boss, but she sure as hell's got more personality than you ever will," you hissed. "Apologise to her right now, or I swear to god, you will regret it."

"Never! I don't need to respect some mute woman, she can't even hear what I have to say!" The man protested, lamely. Clearly he wanted to keep the macho façade up, but it was getting harder under each passing second beneath your gaze.

"Fine," you rolled your shoulders, stepping back. "But you won't be able to breathe till I hear you apologise."

In a second, a huge kodiac bear stood where you had once been, and it terrified the man, to be frank. You grabbed him by the neck and tossed him up before slamming him down into the ground with not even a fourth of your newfound strength. However, it was enough to keep him gasping for air and struggling under your paws as you pressed him down harder.

You never used your powers to hurt others. You'd either turn into a cuddly panda to give Maya comfort, or into a chimpanzee to get something from the top shelf. But you never shapeshifted to inflict harm.

You opened your jaws wide and bit down hard on his shoulder, making the bone nearly shatter under your iron bite. He cried out in absolute agony, and screamed out a loud, 'i'm sorry', when you decided to let go of him. You let him breathe again and unhinged your jaws from his shoulder, which now looked beautifully broken and dislocated.

You felt a gentle hand on your arm, which stroked your earthy brown fur affectionately, and you looked down to see Maya smiling up at you. She moved her hand away to speak, "Calm down, my love."

You breathed and shifted form back to a human, but your teeth, as usual, stayed sharp and pointed, and it hurt your mouth a lot. Blood from when you had bitten the man stained your teeth and lips, while your fingers had more blood beneath them.

"He'll give you the answers you want, now," you smiled. As Maya came in to kiss you, you kept her back with a gentle push to her shoulder. "No, kisses right now," you signed, before winking and gesturing at your bloodstained mouth.

To compensate, she pressed a quick and shy kiss to your forehead before you glared at the now whimpering traitor and walked out.

At home, you were exhausted. However large or small your animal would be, you'd always feel deadly tired after shapeshifting. So you were laying on the couch, just scrolling through your phone with the lights dimmed slightly to be comfortable on your sensitive eyes.

You heard the door close, and felt Maya kiss the top of your head.

"You got your answers?" You signed, looking up at her with a smile.

She arched a brow at you, "Are we not going to discuss what happened earlier? The bear thing?"

You felt your ears burn red with a bit of shame as you sheepishly signed, "I lost my cool, I'm so sorry. He disrespected you and I got a bit annoyed..."

She chuckled and signed with a playful twinkle in her eye, "'Annoyed'? You got furious."

"Shut up," you blushed. "It wasn't like me, I'm-"

Before you could sign 'sorry', she grabbed your hands. She wanted you to pause for a moment. She carefully moved her hands away from yours and signed, "It was genuinely the hottest thing I have ever seen you do. And imagine, I have seen you naked."

You blushed a bright red at her words, and signed back, "Maya, what the hell?"

She giggled softly and replied, "I've never seen you lose it before. Why did that happen?"

"Because..." you paused, hands stilled in that one position as you slowly signed out the right-ish words for how you were feeling, "...I care about you. A lot. And it hurts me to see some stupid man disrespecting you when you've worked damn hard to gain the power you have today. It hurts me to see you go through so much every single day, and men like that just...dismissing you because of one thing you lack."

Maya watched you patiently, waiting for you to finish. This was one thing you loved about her; her willingness to listen, even if she couldn't physically do so. She always made sure you knew you had her attention, and would accordingly respond to you.

"I can handle myself," she smiled, "but I appreciate how much you care about me. You looked adorable, by the way."

"I'm sorry, though," you signed, looking down a bit ashamed.

"Don't be," she signed, before gently tilting your head up by putting a hand under your chin. You noticed how close she was to you. You could se every detail of her face, from the way her brows were so perfectly arched, to her deep brown eyes holding every emotion that even words couldn't describe, and to her soft lips, which were now curved into the slightest of amused smiles.

"Aggressive or not, you stood up for me, and I will always appreciate that," she signed, her eyes gleaming a bit with genuineness. "I love you so much, and it warms my heart to see how much you care about me."

You didn't reply as the words from her elegant hands didn't just strike a chord within you. It composed a whole symphony.

You grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a tight hug, tucking your face into her neck as you mumbled. She didn't need to see your hands moving to know what you had to say. You'd whispered those three, four words against her skin enough number of times for her to judge the way your lips moved, and how the vibrations felt against her skin.

"I love you too."

THE END.

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