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nanisburner · 7 months

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there is no other love (it’s only yours)

Pairing(s): Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: About seven months into your relationship, you meet one of Wanda's friends for the first time. As she watches you freely converse with her friend in sign language, she begins to doubt if she is truly enough for you.

Request: "For the “sweet” au with wanda can you write something with yn meeting wanda’s friends and one of them being fluent in asl. Wanda gets jealous when she sees how excited r is to communicate with them OR a hurt/comfort where none of them know asl and r’s hearing aids hurt her head after a while so she just doesn’t feel like she fits in with Wanda and her friends."

Warnings: a bit of angst and hurt/comfort (balanced by even more fluff)

Word Count: 2.2k

Author's Note: thanks for the request, and i hope this meets all of your expectations, anon! i had so much fun returning to this au to write this, and so many feelings. something about this one just hits different... also, requests are still open!

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The first time you met one of Wanda’s friends — excluding her aptly described "goofy" coworkers from the coffee shop — was a little more than seven months into your relationship. It was not as if she was keeping them away from you, or vice versa. She could never be ashamed of you; in fact, you were all she thought about most of the day, if not the whole day. Instead, the lack of meetings was simply due to the fact that the two of you always seemed to be busy during the previous months and never had the chance to set up such meetings. With splitting your time between work, family, and your barista girlfriend, you barely had time for anything else.

One day, Wanda had approached you with the question. It was during one of your Friday evenings, which was strictly for binge-watching movies and ordering takeout. She tapped the side of your arm, given that your hearing aids were not on at the moment, and waited for you to turn your head to meet her eyes.

You smiled but immediately took notice of how she was obviously hesitant about whatever was on her mind currently. With a slight tilt of the head, you remained still and waited for her to start.

My friend came to the coffee shop today, she signed, her apprehension evident even in the way she used her hands. I told her about you, my girlfriend, and she wants to meet you. Is that okay?

Your eyes widened, unsuspecting to the question. You begin to realize that she was probably hesitant to ask because she did not want to force you to be in any situation that would make you uncomfortable. In spite of your nerves, however, you nodded your head. Any friend of Wanda's would be a friend of yours, so you trusted her enough to not introduce you to someone who was less than nice.

I would love to meet your friend, Wands, you answered. Tell me when and where, and I will be there.

She smiled, eternally thankful that she had acquired a wonderful girlfriend such as you. As a token of her gratitude, she leaned up to lay a kiss on your cheek. You grinned bashfully and redirected your attention back to the screen while Wanda pulled out her phone to begin setting up the meeting with her friend.

That was how you found yourself sitting with Wanda and her old friend from college — Darcy, you had found out — at some restaurant you had never been to before.

For the sake of everyone involved, you tried to push through the varying volumes of noise coming through your hearing aids; you tried to prevent the occasional eye twitch and furrowed brows when the glassware and ceramic plates would constantly clink and clack together; and you most definitely tried to not clench your fists so that you would not ruin this for Wanda.

But she could tell. From your first encounter in the coffee shop to now, she could always tell when you were feeling overwhelmed from the constant input of disruptive sounds.

You were attempting to drown out the noise, planning to focus on listening to the two of them speak about some story from college; but, it was not working. As the minutes passed, you were becoming increasingly frustrated, mostly with yourself. Wanda noticed the silence, not only of your words but of your actions. You remained uncharacteristically still, eyebrows furrowed; in your lap, your hands were clutching at the fabric of your pants.

Trying to get your attention, Wanda placed one of her hands on top of your own. You stopped the movement of your hands and looked at Wanda. She knows how stubborn you are, that you would never want to take your hearing aids out merely because they were bothering you; however, given the way in which you were already considerably distressed, it was the only thing she could suggest to help. So, she indicated for you to take your hearing aids out.

Your eyes widened, shaking your head slightly. You wanted to appear as normal as possible for Wanda’s friend, as worthy as possible. If taking an hour or so of hearing annoying, mind-numbing sounds was what was required, then so be it.

Wanda rolled her eyes at your typical stubborn nature but leaned in closer for you to hear her as clearly as possible when she said, “It’s okay, I promise. If they’re bothering you, we can just use our notes app to talk or something.”

You were weary but decided to listen. Upon finally removing your hearing aids, you took a sigh of relief at the peacefulness that came with the silence. Wanda smiled at the sight, seeing you become more and more comfortable with not wearing your hearing aids (with a few obstacles, of course).

You feeling better? she asked, through a few signs of her hand.

Returning the smile she wore, you nodded your head. You rotated to face Darcy again, wishing to pick up where she had left off in the story (hoping to also pick up on some of the details you missed from the previous few minutes through context clues). However, as you shifted your body to retrieve your phone from your pocket, you noticed her sign: Are you deaf?

Your eyes widened once again, shocked to see someone else sign fluently off the bat. You turned to Wanda, flickering your gaze from Darcy to Wanda in a “did you know she could sign?” type of way. Yet, Wanda looked just as surprised as you did.

Despite the shock, Wanda nudged you to reply.

Yeah, you replied, the surprise still evident on your face. How do you know sign?

She chuckled at the expression on your face but continued to sign. I have an older brother who was born deaf, she started. He got hearing aids like you, eventually, but we all used sign to communicate growing up so he wouldn’t feel left out. To be honest, sign is my first language, even before English.

From that point on, you and Darcy simply signed everything. Both of your hands were allowed to speak freely and, for one of the first times, it felt great to go out and talk to someone without having to actually talk (because that would require hearing).

Wanda tried to keep up with the conversation to the best of her abilities, even throwing in her own comments here and there; given that she was a beginner, though, she could only really capture the gist of what you two were discussing. She bit her lip and resigned herself to pushing the food around her plate, allowing you to experience this moment of elation even if she feels excluded. Maybe this simply was not meant for her.

It was not until the two of you stepped into Wanda’s apartment that you began to notice something was off. You were trying to tell her (via a typed note) that you enjoyed tonight, raving about meeting her friend who was fluent in your language; however, all you received was a nod in return. While she was normally silent around you (especially when you had your hearing aids out), she was currently exhibiting a different type of silence. It was as if she was giving you the silent treatment through her actions, constantly zoning out and looking away. To you, it was becoming increasingly clear that something was wrong with her.

You tapped her arm, but she didn’t face your direction. So, you grasped her arm and made her turn fully toward you. Her expression was unusually stoic, making your stomach churn at the thought that she was upset with you. Contrastingly, Wanda saw the frown that adorned your face. She wanted to feel bad, to take you into her arms in the most loving hug and tell you that it would be okay; though she did feel bad to a certain extent, the bad did not outweigh the nerves of inferiority coursing throughout her body.

Are you okay? you asked with your hands.

Wanda remained still, making no effort to respond to you through sign or the typical digital methods. Her breathing became quicker, demonstrating she was not as calm on the inside as she appeared with her faux, collected exterior.

Wands? you signed her name sign that you assigned to her, the concern evident on your face and in the desperate moves of your hands. What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I do something to make you upset?

Wanda finally lifted her head further up to meet your gaze. I’m sorry I’m not like her, she signed.

You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion at what she meant.

Slowly, you responded, I don’t understand.

You could see the way her throat bobbed as she gulped. Whereas she was nervous about opening up, you were petrified as to what she was going to say. You had never witnessed Wanda be so... isolated before. She had always urged you to talk to her when you were in distress, so why would she think that does not apply in reciprocity?

I’m sorry I am not Darcy, she reiterated. I’m sorry I don’t know sign language as well as she knows sign. I saw your eyes, your face. You were so happy. I’m sorry I am not good enough for you.

You watched intently as she stumbled through her words. By the end, you were attempting to suppress the laugh bubbling in the back of your throat from the absurdity of it all. You had failed, though.

As a tiny chuckle slipped through your lips, Wanda rolled her eyes and returned to her stoic, still state.

You tried to grasp her arm again in order to pull her close, but she pulled her arm out of your hold. While it hurt your feelings, you understood and respected her boundary.

Wands, I’m sorry, you began. You held a finger up to indicate you needed a moment as you tried to get the phone from your pocket. Given the nature of the conversation and Wanda’s stress, you figured it would be easier for the two of you to clearly and effectively communicate through typing in your notes app.

You tried to type your message with haste:

Wands, I am truly sorry for laughing. I promise I was not laughing at your feelings. I was only laughing at the words, which probably does not sound better but I swear it was just because I thought it was so… crazy, for lack of a better word, that you would think you aren’t good enough for me. In fact, I often think you’re too good for me. You are the most beautiful, empathetic girlfriend in existence. I could never be as good as you.

As for you not knowing sign language like Darcy, you didn’t grow up knowing it like she did. But that’s not your fault. And, in spite of that, you still make every effort to learn sign which is more than most people have done or would do. You literally took secret classes at the local college just to surprise me! So, you better be nicer when you talk about my girlfriend, or I might have to fight you next time, except maybe not because I need these hands in good shape in order to talk. >:(

You finished typing the message and turned the phone around to face her. Wanda took it into her own hands and began to read it. You observed the movement of her eyes as they scanned each word. A lone tear flowed down her cheek. You were worried that that was a bad sign; however, toward the end of your message, you saw her lips twitch into a slight smile at your humor, even during serious conversations.

When she lifted her head up from reading, sniffling and wiping her cheeks dry, you held your hand up with the sign that was essentially shorthand for ‘I love you.’

Forming her hand to be similar to the letter ‘Y’, Wanda slid it back and forth from you to herself, indicating ‘I love you, too.’

You took the hand that she held out, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. Then, in a surprising move, you used your firm grip on her hand to pull her closer. Letting her hand go, you wrapped your arms around her waist. She grinned widely at your antics but nevertheless allowed herself to be embraced, needing the comfort your proximity provided her. With her hands resting on your shoulders, you leaned your face closer to hers: forehead resting against forehead; then, nose nuzzling against nose; and then, your lips gently brushed hers.

The two of you allowed yourselves to fully experience this moment, not feeling the need to deepen the kiss. The softness, the warmth, the intimacy of the moment were sufficient for you both.

As you pulled away, you cheekily pressed a quick peck on her lips. You pulled your hand away from its place at her side to sign one more thing: Green is not your color. Your color is red, not green.

She blushed at the accusation but questioned, My color is red?

You nodded confidently, Red is love. Red is warm. You are red.

If the blush on her cheeks could redden more, it definitely had. You loved the way she flushed simply from your words. It was one of the many reminders about why you loved this woman so deeply.

End.

#reblog #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #them >>>>

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nanisburner · 7 months

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Thinking of dom!wanda helping r study by edging her and not letting rewarding her until she answers all her practice test questions correctly 🌝

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #someone pls write this i suck at smut #and yes im taking a course rn that i cant focus on and need some motivation 😭

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nanisburner · 11 months

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Widow’s Charm

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha finds herself falling for Tony’s new lab assistant and weapons technician.

Warnings: fluff

Words: 3322

Natasha walks down the hallway towards Tony’s lab, holding her widow bite gauntlets in her hand. Typically, she would have just sent them down to be repaired, but an unexpected mission came up which means she needs them fixed sooner rather than later. Reaching the entrance of the lab, the doors slide open for her as she enters.

“Hey Tony, can you fix–,” Natasha stops when she notices someone else working in the lab.

You look up from your work table at the new voice in the room and see the Black Widow staring at you curiously. You have been working at the Avenger’s Compound as the new weapons technician as well as Tony’s lab assistant for the past few months.

Since then, you’ve met all of the other Avengers already except for the mysterious Black Widow, though you have repaired some of her equipment that she had sent down previously.

Tony tells you that she prefers to keep to herself, which you can understand. You settled with the fact that you may never meet her in person, so it is a small shock to see her standing in front of you.

Putting down your tools, you wipe your hands on your apron and walk over to her. Extending your hand to her, you give her a polite smile as you introduce yourself.

“Hello, my name is Y/n L/n. I’m the new weapons technician and Mr. Stark’s assistant in the lab. How can I help, Ms. Romanoff?”

A small surprised smile forms on Natasha’s face at your words. Intrigued to learn more about you, she raises her hand to yours in greeting.

“Hi, you can just call me Nata–.”

“No, no, no!” A voice yells from down the halls outside of the lab.

Tony comes rushing into the lab, breathing heavily. Looking around frantically, his eyes widen at the two of you. He rushes over to you quickly, grabbing you by the shoulders, and pushing you away from Natasha and out into the hallway.

“I need you to go get the thing from Pepper.” He tells you.

“What thing?” you ask in confusion as you turn back around to him.

He gives you a brief wave before pressing the button on the side, shutting the lab doors in your face. For a moment, Tony remains standing by the door, tensed as he purposely avoid looking at Natasha. Then, in the next second, his entire body suddenly relaxes, and he moves casually over to his workstation.

“FRIDAY, what’s the plan for today?” Tony asks.

“The parts for the new repulsors arrived today, sir,” the AI voice replies.

“Great, get those plans pulled up for me, will you?”

Natasha blinks at the lab doors as she tries to process what just happened. She turns to Tony, looking for an explanation.

“What the hell was that Tony?” she exclaims.

Tony looks at her with his eyebrows raised. “What was what?”

“You just suddenly pushed Y/n out of the room.”

Tony's mouth presses into a tight line as he gives her a confused look. “Never heard of her. Was there somebody here FRIDAY?”

“No, sir.”

Tony nods back at her with a satisfied look.

Crossing her arms, Natasha was about to argue when the lab doors opened up again.

Pepper walks into the room towards Tony. “Y/n said you told her to get a ‘thing’ from me?”

Tony lets out a groan as he hangs his head. Sighing, he gestures to Natasha.

“Y/n met Natasha.”

Pepper lets out an exasperated sigh. “Really, Tony? We talked about this. You can’t place all the blame on her.”

Natasha raises her hands to get their attention. “Can somebody please explain to me what’s going on?”

Pepper turns to her, a small apologetic look on her face. “Tony thinks you are the reason why his assistants keep quitting.”

Natasha frowns at the accusation. “How is that my fault?”

Tony scoffs in disbelief. “FRIDAY, pull up the timeline.”

A holographic screen pops up between them showing the past year with certain dates highlighted. Tony points to one of the earliest dates in the year.

“Avery Grayson. She met you on her second day on the job. A week later she asks you out but you decline. She turns in her resignation the following week.”

Natasha raises her eyebrows at the information. “That doesn’t prove—“

Tony interrupts her. “Quinn Turner. She confesses to you a month after your first interaction. Gets turned down too and then quits three days later.”

Tony brings up the two most recent dates. “Same thing with Riley and Harper. It’s a pattern. They meet you, fall for you, get rejected, and then quit.”

Natasha looks over at Pepper, silently asking if he was serious. In response, Pepper gives her a resigned nod as she rubs her head tiredly.

Tony gets her attention when he points at her accusingly. “Do you know how hard it is to find competent people who know how to handle this level of equipment?”

Natasha lets out a huff of disbelief, crossing her arms. She remembers his previous assistants. To be honest, most of her interactions with them were completely professional. She didn’t get close to any of them personally or showed any romantic interest, which made each of the confessions surprising to her.

Still, this doesn’t explain what he was trying to do with you. She raises her eyebrow at him.

“So your plan was to what? Hide your new assistant from me forever?”

“Not forever. Just until I can find someone for her so that she doesn’t fall for you.”

Natasha rolls her eyes at his ridiculousness. Focusing back on her original intention, she places her widow bite gauntlets on the work table.

“Can you just fix these for me? I have a mission in a few hours.”

“Fine, but you stay away from my assistant.” He warns.

Natasha heads toward the exit and waves her hand, dismissing his words. It’s not like she intends to make you fall for her, but she has to admit that she is interested to learn more about you.

———

You look up from your sketches at the sound of the lab door opening and see the Black Widow stroll into the room. You give her a smile in greeting.

“Welcome back, Ms. Romanoff. Are you looking for Mr. Stark?”

She walks over to your workspace, leaning slightly against the table as she looks at you.

“Actually, I was coming to see you, and you can just call me Natasha. We got interrupted the last time we met.”

Nodding your head, you laugh softly at the memory.

“Pepper explained to me what that was about.” You give her a teasing suspicious look. “So are you here to make me fall for you?”

Natasha gives you an amused smile. Most people don’t usually get comfortable around her so quickly.

“Only if you want to.” She says it nonchalantly.

You chuckle at her response. “Unfortunately, you won’t be hearing a confession from me soon. I like my job here.”

Natasha feels a tinge of disappointment at your words, her smile dropping slightly. You don’t notice though since your attention had drifted to the widow bite gauntlets on her wrists.

“Speaking of, did you want me to take a look at that?” You can see that there was some damage from a fight probably during her recent mission.

Glancing down, Natasha shrugs. “I can do it later myself.”

“Well, that explains why I don’t see your stuff across my desk that often.” You raise your hand out to her anyway.

She stares at you curiously before slowly placing her hand in yours.

You let out a small laugh at her action. “This is nice, but I actually want the gauntlets.” You hold her hand gently in yours before turning it around to reach the clasp on the weapon.

Natasha tilts her head as she observes you. You were focused but gentle as you worked, and you didn’t show any signs that you were intimidated by who she was. In fact, you were pretty cute as you scrunch your face in concentration. She decides to tease you a little.

“You know, I don’t usually let people take things off my body until at least the second date.”

You remove the second gauntlet from her other wrist with a start before you see the teasing smirk on her face. You let out a small huff before refocusing your attention on your table. “I see what Mr. Stark means when he said you were charming.”

Natasha raises an eyebrow. “Oh? And what else did he tell you about me?”

“That you didn’t like meeting new people, though now I think that may have been a lie.”

Natasha shrugs before leaning in a little closer to you. “It’s sort of true. I just prefer to meet people that I’m interested in.”

You turn away from her to hide the smile on your face, pretending to look for some tools.

The lab doors slide open as Tony walks in while reading the tablet in his hand. Looking up, he sighs sadly when he sees Natasha next to you. “Did she get to you already?”

You give him a reassuring look. “No confessions from me. Natasha just needed some things fixed.”

Tony stares at the two of you doubtfully before pointing to Natasha. “Don’t you have reports to do or something?”

Rolling her eyes, Natasha stands to leave. She turns to you with a soft smile. “I’ll come visit more often now that I know you exist.”

You bite your lips to hide your smile as you watch her leave.

As Natasha exits the lab, she hears Tony’s voice call out.

“FRIDAY, can you restrict her access to the lab?”

“I’m afraid Ms. Potts has already denied that request, sir.”

Natasha smirks at the AI response. She should get something for Pepper later as thanks.

———

As she said, over the following weeks, Natasha visits you often in the lab. Sometimes with some equipment that needed to be fixed. Other times just to talk. Later, when she finds out that you usually eat your lunch in the lab, she would also join you if she had the time.

You look up when you hear the doors open, already knowing who to expect. Natasha walks in, waving the take-out bag in her hands.

You groan in relief at the sight of her. “You are a lifesaver.”

You stand and grab the food from her eagerly before moving it to an area where the two of you can eat.

Natasha sits on the edge of your work table as she watches you set out the food. “Well, I know how you get absorbed into your work and forget to eat.” She tells you knowingly.

Her eyes glance at the papers on your desk that you were previously working on. Most of them had rough sketches of designs for some of the equipment of the other Avengers. Her name on one paper catches her attention. Picking it up, Natasha examines the details curiously.

At the sudden silence, you glance up at her. You do a double take when you realize what she was looking at. Over time, as you worked on her equipment, you’ve noticed that her current suit’s belt doesn’t hold much ammo or gadgets, so you had sketched some ideas that you had for her.

“That’s just some ideas of some upgrades that I had. It’s not really anything worth looking at.”

Natasha shakes her head in disagreement before handing the paper back to you. “I like it. I’m sure Tony will get you the parts that you would need if you want to work on it.”

“Really?” you ask her, astonished.

She nods at you reassuringly before pushing you back towards the food. “We can discuss it later, but first, let’s eat.”

A few weeks later, you completed your first prototype, and you were excited to show Natasha and test it out.

Natasha admires the new belt on the table. It was still slim and compact, but she can see where you had added extra slots for her weapons. You also included her signature red symbol on the buckle.

You were practically buzzing with excitement. “I just need to see if there needs to be any more adjustments with the sizing.”

Without thinking, you grab her hand to pull her closer to you. You move quickly as you remove her current belt. Taking the new belt, your hands wrap around her waist as you grab one end before bringing it to her front and snapping it into place. You fidget with the belt, checking for any snags or looseness, totally absorbed in your work.

Natasha’s initial surprised expression melts into an amused and fond look on her face as she watches you. You were adorable when you concentrated on your work, and honestly, she’s not sure how much longer she can hold in her feelings for you.

After performing your final checks and detailing little changes that needed to be adjusted, you suddenly froze when you realized Natasha hadn’t said a word since you started.

Your eyes widened, mortified when you see your current position. Your body had moved closer to Natasha’s when you were making adjustments. One of your hands was still placed atop the belt while the other was resting against her stomach, and you could feel her toned body underneath your hand. You swallow nervously as you look up at her.

She tilts her head at you as you continue to stare at her. “Everything okay?”

The closeness between your bodies was making it hard for you to think. Eventually, you were able to get your brain to function enough to respond.

“Yeah…all good.” You unconsciously lick your lips out of embarrassment.

You see Natasha's eyes flick down to your mouth at the action, and you feel your face heat up even more. You should definitely step away from her now. As you go to move, Natasha’s next words causes you to stop in surprise.

“Would you like to go out with me?”

Your eyes widen at her question, and you see a hopeful expression on her face as she waits for your response. Instinctively, you want to say ‘yes’ and close the distance between you two, but you stop yourself, hesistating.

Natasha sees the conflicting feelings on your face, so she decides to ease the pressure a little with some teasing.

“You know, according to Tony’s theory, since I’m the one who confessed, a rejection would mean that I would need to quit my job.”

You can't help but laugh at her reasoning before giving her a playful smile, teasing back. “Well, we can’t have the Black Widow quitting over a failed confession.”

Natasha places her hands on your waist, pulling you in closer. She tilts her head at you in question. “I haven’t failed yet. Technically, you never gave me an answer.”

You move your arms to wrap around the back of her neck as you pretend to think about your decision. “So I still get to keep my job?”

Natasha nods reassuringly. “For however long you can stand working with Tony’s ego.”

You give her a fond smile. “Then yes, I would love to go out with you.”

———

Tony was throwing you a party to celebrate your first anniversary since working with the Avengers and him, even though you insisted that it wasn’t necessary. He disagrees, saying how nobody has lasted this long, so you relented.

Naturally, you went with Natasha as your date since you have been dating her for several months already. The only problem is that you forgot to update Tony about your new relationship.

When the two of you enter the party, Natasha leans down and whispers next to your ear. “I’ll go get us something to drink.” With a light touch against your back, she walks away toward the bar.

You are lost in your thoughts as you admire her walk away, so you are startled when Tony slides in front of you, excitement in his eyes.

“Y/n! Good, I found you.”

You smile at him, used to his frantic energy by now. “Hello, Mr. Stark, was there something that you needed?”

He waves his hand dismissively at you.

“This party is for you, and you’ve been working with me for a year now. I’ve told you to just call me Tony.”

You give him an apologetic look before asking him curiously. “You said you were looking for me?”

Tony claps his hands at the reminder.

“Yes, I want you to meet someone. She’s a nice person, has a great personality, and she works as a pilot.”

You raise your hand to try and stop him. “I already have some—“

“Oh, here she is!”

You give him a tight smile as the woman approaches the two of you. Tony pats you on the back in encouragement, turning to leave.

“Alright, I’ll leave the two of you alone.”

“Wait, Tony—,“ you try to stop him, but he rushes away. Turning back to the woman, you give her a polite smile as she introduces herself.

Meanwhile, Natasha was standing at the bar, waiting for your drinks.

“I am the greatest boss ever,” Tony exclaims, sliding in next to her.

Natasha rolls her eyes at his words. Deciding to indulge him while she waits, she asks him to explain. “How’s that?”

“I just found the perfect date for our favorite weapons techie.”

Natasha frowns when she realizes what he said. Turning around to look at where she left you, she sees that you were currently talking with a beautiful woman.

Her posture relaxes when she reads your body language. You had a polite smile on your face as you listened to the woman, but she could see how tense your body was, and your hand at your side kept fidgeting with your dress.

“Now I don’t have to worry about her falling for you.” Tony says smugly.

“No, we wouldn’t want that,” Natasha smirks as she turns back around to grab the drinks that the bartender just placed in front of her.

Tony notices the two drinks in her hands and raises his eyebrows at her. “You have a date?”

“Girlfriend.” Without explaining further, she heads back toward you. By the time Natasha reaches you, the other woman was already turning to leave, nodding at Natasha in acknowledgment.

You let out a breath of relief as Natasha comes back to your side. Thankfully, the woman was understanding when you explained the situation to her.

Natasha hands you your drink as she returns her hand around your waist, pulling you against her. She sighs in disappointment as she watches the woman leave. “Here I thought I had the chance to be a hero and save you.”

You give her a teasing smile. “Maybe next time.”

Natasha presses a soft kiss to your lips in response before pulling away.

You tilt your head curiously at her. “What was that for?”

Natasha gives you an affectionate look. “First, because I love you.”

Her expression shifts into a smirk. “Second, is Tony freaking out?”

You look over her shoulders at the bar and see Tony gaping at the two of you, pointing accusingly at Natasha while Pepper holds him back from rushing over.

You turn back to her, giving her an amused look. “He’s going to lock you out again.”

Natasha just shrugs, unbothered. “He can’t keep me away from you.” She raises her eyebrows suggestively at you. “He also can’t stop you from visiting me in my room during your breaks.”

You push her lightly before bringing her face close for a kiss.

When you accepted this job, you never thought you would end up in a relationship with the Black Widow. Then again you never imagine that she would end up falling for you.

#reblog #natasha romanoff x reader

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nanisburner · 1 year

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ahh I’m so glad you liked it!! ☺️ i missed your input on my fics ngl and yes i love stories with r who carries the baby 😭

Pietro is alive, yes (I hate killing him off in my fics tbh).

And I actually have written out some ideas to make this into an au, so you’ll definitely see their journey with the baby :)

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Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and your wife reminisce about your life together

Warnings: Character death, violence, blood, weapon use (it’s like 98% fluff i promise)

A/n: favorite Wanda fic of mine / enjoy :)

When people asked about how you and Wanda came to be, you would tell them that it’s a long, complicated story, and you were never one to lie. To others, your story would seem to lie on the brink of impossibility, but to the two of you, it was your everyday lives. Your life was full of crazy alien invasions, evil robots, bad organizations, and family. A family that neither of you grew up with, but learned to love nonetheless. You smiled just thinking about it.

“What’s going on in that cute little head of yours?” A small smile formed on your lips at the sound of your lover’s voice.

You continued to stare at the four-month-old baby girl in your arms who was sleeping soundly.

“About us. Everything.” You finally looked up to see Wanda with a large smile, her eyes full of love and adoration as she watched you hold your guy's daughter. She was leaning in the doorway to the baby’s room before walking in and kneeling in front of the chair you were sitting in.

“Hmm.” She hummed as one hand cradled the baby’s head while the other settled on your knee. “And what about us? Good things I hope?” She joked, and you smiled down at your daughter.

“It’s only ever good things.” The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, and Wanda’s eyes studied your features as if it was the first time she was seeing you. Her eyes strayed to the scar on your neck. “I was actually thinking about our story.”

Wanda broke out of her daze at your words. “Our story? What do you mean?”

“You know… How we met, how we fell in love. Who this little one got named after.” You wiggled your daughter’s hand that was gripping your finger tightly.

“Everything that brought us here to today.” You looked at Wanda lovingly. “It was a lot, wasn’t it?”

“It was.” Wanda breathed out. The emotion in your eyes always threw her off, no matter how many times she looked into them. She supposed it was because of her never ending, and ever growing feelings for you.

The baby started to fuss and woke up, crying a bit as she nuzzled her face into your chest. You laughed and held her out to Wanda.

“She’s hungry, hold her real quick?”

“Come here, little one.” Wanda said as she held the crying baby in her arms. She stood up and bounced her gently up and down as you freed your breasts and got comfortable.

“Here Wands.” You held your hands out, and she placed the baby in them. You hissed as she latched onto you, and Wanda looked at you, concerned.

“Are you okay? I can get her a bottle instead. I know you’ve been sore, so maybe you should take a break-"

“Wanda! I’m okay. She just bit me. I’m fine, she doesn’t even have teeth.” You laughed, shaking your head at her antics. “Your mommy is just so paranoid, isn’t she?” You whispered towards the baby and smirked at Wanda when you heard her scoff.

“God forbid I worry about my wife.” You crinkled your nose at her and looked away from her. “What?” She asked with a tilted head.

“Nothing. I just love it when you call me that.”

“What? My wife?” You nodded and hummed. “Then it’s a good thing I’ll never stop.”

“And I’ll never let you.” You gave her a playfully stern look before moving the baby away from your chest since she was done. “Can you take her again, please? I need to clean up since she missed some milk.” You giggled and passed the baby back to your grinning wife.

“Of course. I’ll lay her down. Wanna wait for me in the bedroom?” She wiggled her eyebrows at you and you rolled your eyes before leaning up to peck her lips.

“Always.”

Wanda watched as you walked out of the room, absolutely in love with you. And she wasn’t so scared of that fact now, not that she was before, she knew you harbored the same exact feelings. She smiled down at her baby, kissing her forehead before laying her in the crib. Wanda tucked her in and spoke to her softly.

“I love you so much, radost moya.” She kissed her forehead. She stayed staring down at the sleeping baby. “I’m not paranoid, am I?” she mumbled.

“No, your mama is just very, very accident prone. And she has been since the day we met.” Wanda didn’t know whether to smile or cry at the memory. Sometimes, she did both.

— Eleven years ago —

“Are we sure that we want to fight superhuman twins and… an army of robots?” Your nervous voice traveled through the jet full of Avengers.

“I mean, the girl Wanda? Already kind of messed us up pretty bad…” you mumbled when you received a disapproving look from Natasha.

You slumped in your seat when she looked at you like that. You didn’t want to let her down since she was the one who recruited you, and your closest friend out of the Avengers.

“Y/n, you’ve been training with us for almost a year. You’re more than ready to take this on.”

“Yeah, kid. As long as you stay with Natasha you’ll be fine.” Tony said.

“We won’t let anything happen to you, but we need you Y/n.” Steve chimed in. You looked at everyone who nodded their head in agreement and you took a deep breath.

You would be fine.

Turns out you were not fine.

The second you guys stepped into Sokovia, Ultron’s robots came full power at you guys, and you found yourself following Steve instead of Natasha. She went off to who knows where, and you were too busy trying not to die to look. So Steve cleared a path for the two of you and you took out whatever you could, but you couldn’t keep up with a super soldier.

You were surrounded, you were slicing, and taking down as many robots as you could, but you were also getting hit. And you were getting tired. You silently thanked Tony for the vibranium sword he had made you, or else you wouldn’t have lasted this long.

“Guys!” You heard Clint over the comms. “Hey, the twins. They’re with us now.”

“Has anyone seen Y/n?!” Natasha yelled and you would have answered were it not for the robot that hit you into the nearest building’s wall. The team heard you groan into their earpieces.

“Y/n?!”

“Answer us kid, where are you?”

You blinked the dizziness away and tried to raise yourself up to your feet, only to stumble backwards into the wall again.

“Can you hear us? Y/n!”

The voices of the team were muffled and you could barely concentrate. Your sword long gone from your hands.

The robots were coming closer, and you tried your best to get into a stance. Before a move was made, your vision went black. The last thing you remember seeing was a robot wrapped in red mist.

“I- I found her!” Wanda called out, using her magic to keep you from collapsing harshly onto the ground.

Natasha then ran past her, followed by Steve and Thor. She hesitantly trailed after the three Avengers towards your body. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of you. She thought you were beautiful.

Yeah, you were bruised up here and there, and yeah, maybe it was weird for Wanda to think about how attractive an unconscious girl was, but she couldn’t help it. And she found herself wanting to always protect you like she did today.

When they had finally destroyed the falling country of Sokovia, the Avengers took the twins in and settled you into the medical wing at the Avenger’s tower. Wanda surprised herself by asking to stay by your side, which Natasha was a little wary about at first, but she saw the determined glint in Wanda’s eyes and allowed it.

“If you hurt her…” Natasha warned Wanda, who cowered only slightly before gaining the confidence to speak.

“I won’t.” She gave the spy a definite nod.

“We’ll be watching you.” Natasha said, pointing at the security camera in the corner of the medical bay. When Wanda looked back to where Natasha was standing, she was gone. She let out a long breath and took the seat beside your hospital bed.

She finally studied all of your features for the first time up close. The oxygen mask covered your nose and mouth. There were bruises on your cheekbones, neck and Wanda could only assume that there were more on the rest of your covered body. The thought made Wanda feel upset. She didn’t know why she felt so drawn to you, but she did and she couldn’t find it in herself to mind.

It took you five hours to wake up. The twitching of your muscles alerted Wanda, and she sat up fully in her seat, waiting for you to open your eyes.

You winced at the harsh light of the medical bay, and Wanda rushed to dim them for your comfort. You looked around and when you saw Wanda you freaked out, causing the heart monitor to start speeding up.

In your hazy mind you couldn’t remember anything that happened in Sokovia. After you lost Steve, it was all a blur for you.

Wanda reached over to stop your hands from grabbing at the mask, and you flinched and backed away from her, almost falling off of the bed.

“S-stay away f-from me.” You choked out, your words muffled by the oxygen mask. Wanda frowned and tilted her head.

“I’m on your side. You don’t have to be scared.” Her accent prominent, and it sent shivers down your spine.

You tried to wrack your brain up for any memories of Wanda helping you out, and that’s when you looked around to see you were safe and sound in the Avenger’s tower. Your anxiety slowly going away, but you were still weary.

“Where’s Nat? I want to see Natasha.” You said while looking around still.

“She had paperwork.” The witch lied, not wanting to leave the you alone. “But she is watching us if you’re worried.” She pointed at the security camera that was pointed out to her earlier, trying to ignore the relieved feeling in her chest when you visibly relaxed.

“So, what? You’re good now?”

“I am. I…” She hesitated when you looked into her eyes. It’s like she could see the conflict in them, fear mixed with gratitude for… her? “I wanted to say I was sorry. For fighting you guys at first.” She bowed her head in shame, causing you to feel bad for her.

“It’s…” You wanted to yell at her and get her away from you, but she genuinely looked so distraught at the fact that she was an enemy before now. So you softened up a bit.

“It’s fine. I’m sorry too.” She whipped her head up at you.

“Why- Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything wrong.” You tilted your head at her.

“I’m assuming you’re only here because you have nowhere else to go? And your brother is here too?” She nodded, confused as to where you were going with this.

“Well then I’m sorry for your country, Wanda.” You said softly. “I’m sorry for your home.”

“Thank you.” She said quietly.

And on that day, two promises were made in that room. Wanda had promised to always protect you, and you promised to always make Wanda feel at home. The two of you just never knew that until years later.

— Nine Years Ago —

“Tony, are you sure this is the right warehouse? There is nothing here.” Wanda said over comms. Tony had found a still standing HYDRA base, and so Fury sent Tony, Steve, Wanda, you, Sam, and Natasha to scope the place out.

Sure HYDRA was destroyed for a couple of years now, but Fury wanted you guys to check up on some of their old hideouts here and there just in case. So now here the six of you were spread out in duos to walk around. You were with Wanda, Natasha with Sam, and Steve with Tony.

“Have I ever been wrong, witchy?”

A combination of “Yes you have” and “all the time” rang throughout the comms and Tony rolled his eyes.

“Funny. Yes, I’m sure this is the right place.”

You and Wanda were on the bottom floor, walking down what looked like an old prison hallway. There were closed and open cell doors, lights flickering off and on.

You were lingering close to Wanda since she was using her powers as a light when you guys heard muffled voices from the door at the end of the hall.

It was a thick metal with a small window at the top. Wanda pushed you behind her and gestured for you to be quiet. You nodded and quietly slipped your sword from its sheath, and followed Wanda.

“We hear someone down here. Bottom floor.” Wanda whispered into the comms, and you heard Steve and Natasha tell you guys to wait until they were down there.

“It doesn’t sound like a lot of p-" Wanda covered your mouth with her hand and pulled you into the nearest cell, causing you to drop your sword. Wanda was pressing your body against the wall so you two were hidden. You heard the metal door opening and Wanda stared into your eyes with a pleading look.

“Be quiet, detka.” She spoke into your mind and you nodded, looking right back into her eyes. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you didn’t know if it was from the pressure of Wanda’s body against yours or the fear of your situation.

Honestly, a bit of both.

“We’ll be okay.” She said in your mind once more and you could only nod… again. The voices and footsteps from the people who walked out of the door were getting closer, and you could hear their conversations better.

“I swear, when we get our hands on that precious technology of Stark’s, no one will ever know what’s coming.” A man said.

“And that onesie wearing team of freaks is going down.” A woman said, her voice dark and full of hate. You would have laughed at her insult for you guys were it not for the situation.

“Save that anger for when we face them head on, friend.” Another man spoke up as he patted the woman on her shoulder. They were right outside the cell you were in now.

“You already know I am. They reall-" Her words were cut off when her foot kicked into your sword, sliding it a few feet away. They all stopped, and you felt Wanda press into you more, her hand still tightly covering your mouth.

“Someone’s here.” The woman hissed out, and you heard guns being drawn.

“There’s no point in hiding now.” They laughed.

“Just come out, and we’ll make your deaths… painless.” Wanda drew out a breath before speaking into your mind again.

“I’ll take their guns out while you stay here.” You went to protest in your mind.

“But Wands-"

“You don’t leave this spot until I tell you to, understand?” Sighing, you nodded. You knew that Wanda always got her way in times like this. She slowly let go of your mouth and stepped away from you, holding eye contact the whole time.

You grabbed her hand and squeezed.

“Be safe.” You mouthed out, and she squeezed back in reassurance. Wanda watched as the three agents walked past her cell, and she threw the two men against the wall with her powers.

“Hey!” the woman yelled and started shooting at Wanda, which she deflected pretty easily. She forced the gun out of her hands and she charged towards the woman.

You watched as Wanda and the woman exchanged punches, and you finally decided to make a move when you saw one of the men getting up. You ran for your sword and grabbed it, turning around only to be met with a gun to your face.

The man smiled at you with a dark glint in his eyes. “Didn’t you hear? Never bring a knife to a gun fight.”

“Are you- This isn’t a knife.” You said exasperated, and he was almost thrown off by how unfazed you seemed to be, even with a gun pointing at your head.

“It’s actually a vibranium sword, you know. Stark’s technology that you and your buddies want, oh so badly.” You mocked with a smug grin and swung at his gun, cutting it in half. His eyes went wide, and he lunged at your legs, knocking the wind out of you when you landed harshly on your back.

The man got up and straddled you, swinging the back of his hand against your face. “You little shit, you’re going to get what’s coming to you.” He swung again.

You got a grip on your sword and plunged it into the man’s leg, causing him to cry out and fall off of you. You dug it deeper until you were sure he was down and looked up in time to see the woman fly down the hallway with a red mist attached to her ankles.

You and Wanda locked eyes and smiled, relieved that you were both okay. The moment of ease was only short lived.

“Y/n!” Wanda exclaimed, and you were grabbed from behind. One arm was holding yours, bringing the sword up to your neck while the other one held your free arm behind your back.

You struggled against the man holding you, but he was bigger and stronger, and when you tried to twist out of his grip, the sword pressed onto your neck and you hissed in pain.

“Let her go!” You looked at Wanda and her eyes shone red, the mist surrounding her hands. You cried out when the man pressed the blade harder onto your neck, causing Wanda to freeze in her place, dread filling her body.

“You make one freak move and she’s dead!” The man yelled while stepping backwards. You saw the conflicted look in Wanda’s eyes when the red hue disappeared and you nodded at her.

“I’ll be fine, Wanda.” You repeated her words from earlier. The man was almost to the metal door when Sam’s redwing flew full speed at towards you and the man.

You tilted your head to the side right before it crashed into his head, causing him to go limp. The sword cut you a little more, and you fell right with him.

“Y/n!” Wanda practically flew to your side, Sam and Natasha following close behind.

“Did you all see that?! Now that’s how you do it!” Sam kicked the man to see if he was really knocked out and nodded.

Natasha and Wanda raised you to your feet, and Wanda shakily placed her hand against your throat using her powers to stop the bleeding.

“You need to stay awake, okay Y/n?” You heard Natasha speak, feeling barely able to mutter out a response.

“I-I don’t want t-to.” You whimpered as Wanda’s magic pressed into your wound more.

“I know, detka. We know, but you have to stay awake. Can you do that for us?”

You nodded and laid your head on her shoulder, squeezing your eyes shut when you all walked out of the warehouse building, Steve and Tony standing outside by the jet.

The six of you were on your way to the compound now. Wanda kept having to shock you now and then to keep you awake.

“Ow! Wanda stop.” You whined in your mind, not being able to speak out loud properly. She shook her head and did it again. You weakly slapped at her hand.

“I need to keep you awake until we can get Dr. Cho to look at you.”

Soon enough, you were once again in the medical bay, at the compound this time. Wanda and Natasha were both sitting by your bedside.

“You seriously don’t want Helen to heal the scar?” Wanda asked. You shook your head.

“If I ever get to tell this story to my kids, I would want proof.” Natasha scoffed.

“Proof of what? How you got your ass kicked?” You covered your mouth and laughed.

“No!” You giggled and traced around the bandage on your neck. “Proof that I survived.”

— Present —

“Are you telling our daughter lies about me?” You teased from the doorway of the room. Wanda laughed and turned to look at you.

“No, I’m just justifying my paranoia when it comes to you.” She said, watching as you rolled your eyes and walked closer to her.

“Well sorry for making you worry so much.” She smiled when you tucked yourself under her arm, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I worry about you, too. You know?” You confessed quietly. “All the time.”

“I know.” Wanda pulled you closer to her side. The two of you stood in comfortable silence, watching over your baby until Wanda spoke up again.

“Bedtime?” You looked up at her and leaned up for a quick but loving kiss.

“Bedtime.” You dragged her off to the bedroom after having set up the baby monitor, and now you and Wanda were both in the bathroom doing your nightly routine.

“You know, you forgot to tell the baby about all the dates I was planning on getting with the scar.” You smirked when Wanda rolled her eyes.

“And how did that work out for you?” She deadpanned.

“Oh, I got the date.” You said cheekily. “And with the only one I have ever wanted."

— Nine Years Ago —

It’s been four months since your last mission. Natasha, Steve and Tony have refused to let you on anymore until Tony finished your new suit. A new suit that would have a neck covering on it.

You complained about it to Wanda only to have her agree with them. You groaned and fell onto her bed.

“Traitor.” You mumbled out.

“Yeah, I’m so bad for wanting you safe.” She mocked and your heart skipped a beat at her words. “Now come on, get up. We need to get ready for the party tonight.”

You whined. “I don’t even want to go. Can we stay in, please?” You pouted at her and Wanda’s breath caught in her throat at how cute you were before shaking her head, looking away from you.

“It’s mandatory. Come on, don’t you want to show off your scar? Get a date?” She said through clenched teeth and you bit your bottom lip at her suddenly upset state. You decided to mess with her a bit.

“Why? Jealous? You know jealousy doesn’t really suit you, Wan.” She whipped her head around and crossed her arms. She glared at the smirk on your face.

“I’m anything but jealous. I couldn’t care less about any of those pathetic dates you want.”

Okay, that hurt and it must have showed because Wanda softened up before mumbling an apology. She turned around to her closet again.

Your brain was scrambling for something to say. Should you say sorry? Press her even further? Leave? Cry? Tell her that you’re in love with her??

Wanda froze. Oops. You might have thought that a little too loudly. Did she just-

“Wanda…” You sat up to talk, but she turned around before you could finish.

“Did you mean that?” Her face was blank, and you wanted to cry at how unreadable she was, especially after she had just heard your most vulnerable thought. “You really-"

“Yes.” You choked out, and suddenly you couldn’t hold the tears that had built up in your eyes. Wanda just stared at you with her mouth agape.

“I do. I-Is that okay? I don’t-" A sob cut you off and you turned away from Wanda to get ahold of yourself. This was definitely not how you wanted this to go. You really would have preferred if it didn’t “go” at all.

You felt the bed behind you shift and you waited for the “I love you but not in that way” speech you always imagined you’d get from Wanda when this day came.

Instead, you got a soft hand on your shoulder, and you stiffened at the contact.

“Y/n…” Wanda pulled at your shoulder and you reluctantly turned around and sat with your knees to your chest in front of her. You stared down at the space between you guys, sniffling and roughly wiping at your tears with the sleeves of your shirt.

“Look at me, please?” You childishly turned your head away as if to tell her you weren’t going to look at her. She sighed and concealed a smile at your stubbornness.

“Detka,” You almost caved when the nickname rolled so sweetly off of her tongue. “I want you to look at me when I tell you I love you, too.” Your eyes went wide as they landed on Wanda before they lowered again.

“L-like how I love you?” You asked timidly, scared she was just trying to let you down gently. “I don’t love you like how I love Natasha or Sam. I love you like-"

“I’m in love with you, Y/n.” She rushed out and gave you a soft smile. “I think since we’ve met.” Wanda grabbed your hands and sat closer to you.

“I remember that day like it was yesterday because it was the day my life changed for the better. I saved you, and I remember thinking that that was something I wanted to do forever. Protecting you.” You laughed.

“Really? I seemed that fragile to you?” Wanda playfully rolled her eyes and tried to keep the smile that was forming off of her face.

“No. I don’t know why, but I just felt this need to get to know you, to be there for you. And so I did, and I fell in love. Fast, but I didn’t mind.”

“Why not?”

“Because it was you. You just brought me this never ending comfort that made me feel safe when falling for you, you know?”

You started crying again. “Wanda…” You whined, and she laughed. “You’re making me cry. I mean, how am I ever going to top that speech?” She rolled her eyes playfully and smiled.

“I can think of a few ways.” Her eyes darted to your lips and your face burned when you realized what she wanted. You shifted, so you were in front of her on your knees and you held her face in her hands.

“I don’t have a lot of experience.” You mumbled.

“Then let me guide you.” She said before pulling your lips down to hers.

Your eyes instinctively fluttered shut as you surrendered to her control. She pulled you into her lap without breaking the kiss and her tongue swiped at your bottom lip. You gasped at her squeezing your hips and she slipped her tongue in your mouth.

You moaned when she deepened the kiss and pulled you flush against her. You tried conveying just how much you felt about the witch, since words had failed you before. You followed her movements and pulled her even closer, wanting nothing more than for her to invade all of your senses completely.

Your hands tangled in her hair, not at all caring when you started to feel lightheaded from the loss of air. But then Wanda slowly pulled away from you and your eyes stayed closed, too blissed out to even think straight.

Her giggling pulled you back to reality, and you looked at her with a toothy grin. “How was that?” She asked.

“Good.” Wanda quirked an eyebrow at you, her hands raising to your sides.

“Just good?” Before you could answer, she started tickling you and pushed you backwards to the bed to keep you in place. You threw your head back and squealed, trying to push her off.

“Wanda! S-stop.” A loud laugh cut you off. “I-It was better t-than good! It was am-” You almost yelled when she didn’t stop. “Amazing!” She finally gave you a break and held herself up by her arms as you laid there panting.

“That’s what I thought.” Your eyes bore into hers and you couldn’t keep the smile off of your face. You wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her down to you, kissing her until you were both breathless again.

The party you guys had to attend was long forgotten by the end of the night.

— Present —

“Remember when we told Nat about us?” You sighed as you pulled Wanda down to the bed.

“Yes, you were a bit dramatic, weren’t you?” You pushed her away from you.

“Don’t even. I was overwhelmed with all of my emotions.” Wanda barked out a laugh before pulling you back into her.

— Nine Years Ago —

“We just wanted to tell you that we’ve been dating for a couple of weeks now.”

Natasha just looked between the two of you with no expression.

“You guys are… kidding, right?” You furrowed your eyebrows as your mind went to the worst place.

Did she not accept that? Was she mad? You hated making Natasha mad. She was like your best friend mixed with an older sister and you didn’t want to lose her in any way. Wanda noticed you weren’t going to say anything, so she did.

“No, why? Is there something wrong with that?” She crossed her arms out of defense for the two of you, and Natasha softened up.

“No, I just thought you guys have been dating. For like, years now.”

“Nat, we’ve only known each other for two.”

“Exactly!” She laughed. “How have you guys not gotten together sooner?”

“You’re not mad?” They both focused on you. Your nervous habits not going unnoticed by the two of them. Fingers fiddling in your lap, leg bouncing up and down as you avoided eye contact. Wanda put her hand on yours to calm you down, and you looked at Natasha. Your nerves instantly easing at the sight of her comforting smile.

“Of course not. I’m happy for you guys, really.”

You jumped forward and gave her a hug.

“Thank you.” You breathed out. She looked at Wanda confused before wrapping her arms around you.

“For what?” She asked, and you pulled away to look at her.

“For accepting me.”

“Y/n you don’t have to thank me-"

“I do.” You cut her off. “I have to thank you for everything. For recruiting me, giving me this home instead of sending me to off to some kind of jail, for being my friend, and for being my mentor in not only training but in life.”

She was taken aback by your sudden admission of how much you appreciated her. And Natasha, the woman who doesn’t do well with emotional talks, didn’t know what to say.

“Uhm… O-of course, Y/n.” She wanted to tell you how much she appreciated you too, but she didn’t know how.

You gave her one last hug before sitting back down by Wanda’s side. You looked sheepishly at the two before lowering your gaze.

“Sorry. Your opinion just really matters to me.” You said, and Natasha straightened up her posture, all the vulnerability making her feel weird. Nice, but weird.

“Good, at least I know you listen to me then.” You rolled your eyes and Natasha looked towards Wanda.

“If you hurt her, Maximoff…” Your girlfriend had a case of deja vu when Natasha gave her that same threatening look from two years ago.

“You know I won’t.” Wanda knew Natasha thought back to the same day by the look on her face, and they both shared a knowing smile.

— Present —

“Huh.” You took in Wanda’s words. “So that’s why you guys had that weird look on your faces.” You shifted on the bed so you could rest your head on your hand, looking at Wanda.

“You know…” You trailed your fingers lightly over her collarbone. “You never did hurt me.”

“I did make a promise not to. I wasn’t the only one who always wanted to protect you.” You smiled sadly while trying to stop the tears that were forming in your eyes.

“I know.” You whispered before laying back down by Wanda, the tears finally falling. “I miss her.”

You choked out a sob and Wanda pulled you into her arms where you always felt safe enough to just let go.

— Three Years Ago —

“Let go, Y/n.”

“Nat, no! We can find another way, please.” You cried out when Natasha’s hand started slipping from your tight hold.

When you first became friends with Natasha, you were sure she was going to be the godmother to your child. Your bridesmaid at your wedding, the neighbor to your first home with your wife.

But of course, as an Avenger those types of things are never guaranteed.

Which is why you were now sobbing for her to hold on while she was doing everything she could to let go. To sacrifice herself for the world, for her family, for Wanda.

It had been five years without Wanda. without half of the universe. Although you would do anything to bring them all back, you didn’t think having to lose your best friend was on the list of those things.

But it was.

“There isn’t one, Y/n. It’ll be okay.” She nodded when you shook your head. A single tear fell down her face, and it only made your chest ache even more. You’ve never seen her cry before. Not once.

“I can’t lose you too, Nat. Please.” Natasha gave you a sad smile.

“I’m sorry, I love you.” She said before kicking herself away from the cliff, effectively pulling her hand out of your grasp causing her to fall towards the ground. You don’t even remember if you screamed her name or if you just went numb when it happened. You can only recall that one second you were staring at your best friend’s lifeless body, and the next you were alone with the Soul Stone in hand.

And you returned home with a heavy heart.

— Present —

“Shh… You’re okay, detka. I’ve got you.” Wanda had now maneuvered the two of you so she was leaning against the headboard with you on her lap. You were calming down now, but still let quiet sobs out while you clutched onto Wanda’s shirt.

“She- I didn’t even get to say ‘I love you’ back.” You buried yourself further into your wife while she held you.

“I know, baby. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.” It hurt Wanda to see you like this. She knew a lot about losing someone close to you. How it felt to lose your family, and it was a pain she wouldn’t wish on her own enemies. So seeing you like this tore her apart.

“If it helps, I know that Natasha knows how much you love her too. I mean, we did name our daughter after her.” Your lips curled up into a smile. You let out a sound between a laugh and a sob before sitting up in Wanda’s lap to look into her eyes.

Her hands came up to wipe your tears away, thumbs brushing your cheekbones lightly.

“I wish Talia could meet her.” You sniffled and Wanda nodded. “She would have really liked her I think.”

“I think she would have loved her, just like she loved you.” You smiled and leaned in to give her a long, soft kiss, your hands moving to rest on her shoulders. She responded to it immediately, and her hands moved down to your waist. She hummed as you pulled away.

“What was that for?” Your hands lightly brushed against her neck and you shrugged.

“For everything. A thank you for always being so understanding and patient with me, for always knowing what to say. I love you.” She blushed, and you smiled.

“You don’t have to thank me for those things, my love. It’s easy to be so patient and understanding when you do the same for me. When you love me like how I love you.”

“That I do.”

The two of you sat in silence for a while, just enjoying the other’s company and touch. You had your head on Wanda’s shoulder now, you placed gentle kisses on her neck here and there, to which she would respond with a kiss on your head.

She was humming a song now, and you smiled when you realized it was the song you guys had danced to at your wedding.

You loved these moments with Wanda. No words were said, but you both knew exactly what the other was feeling just by the emotions you poured into our affections. It was your favorite thing about being in love, and married to her. That, and the daughter the two of you now had together, and the home you three shared. The home where your long, complicated story would continue to go on.

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SIXTEEN CANDLES CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Sixteen Candles

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Mama!Natasha Romanoff x Mama! Wanda Maximoff x Teen!Reader

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TW: mentions child abuse and SA of a minor and also religious talk and self-harm

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The sleek black car zoomed down the highway, its tires humming against the pavement. You were nestled in the backseat, the hum of the engine providing a comforting rhythm. Natasha, sat in the driver's seat, her hands confidently gripping the steering wheel. Wanda sat beside her, her calming presence emanating throughout the car.

As the Avenger's compound grew nearer, a mix of excitement and nerves flooded your veins. You had heard so much about this legendary team, their incredible abilities, and their heroic feats. But deep down, a fear gnawed at you. Would they accept you? Would they like you?

Unable to contain your worries any longer, you leaned forward in your seat to address Natasha, who glanced at you briefly before focusing on the road.

"Mom," You began, your voice quivering slightly, "What if the team doesn't like me?

Natasha's emerald eyes met yours in the rearview mirror, reflecting warmth and understanding. She spoke in her calm yet firm tone, "Bunny, you have nothing to worry about. The Avengers are a family. Our family. They will love you. They already love you.”

You bit your lip, absorbing Natasha's reassuring words. Still, doubt lingered in your mind. Turning to Wanda, you sought her wisdom, knowing her empathic abilities would help ease your concerns.

"What do you think?” You ask.

“I think that Natasha is right,” Wanda speaks carefully. “I also know they’re pretty excited to meet you. We’ve talked about you so much. It’s about time they put a face with the name.”

“If you’re sure,” You lean back into the seat. You could only hope they were right.

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As the car approached the towering gates of the Avenger's compound, your heart raced with anticipation. The grandeur and magnitude of the place overwhelmed you. It was like stepping into a world where heroes thrived and incredible powers collided.

Natasha expertly maneuvered the car through the security checkpoints, her badge granting her access. The guards nodded respectfully, recognizing the famed Black Widow and her companions. The compound stretched out before you, a vast expanse of cutting-edge technology and sleek architecture.

You couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Being Natasha and Wanda's foster child was a privilege, but meeting their coworkers, the legendary Avengers, was an entirely different prospect.

As the car rolled to a stop, you glanced out the window, taking in the sight of your new surroundings. The compound was bustling with activity. People in suits, working diligently. Others wander around attempting to look busy.

You turned to Natasha and Wanda, who wore expressions of pride and excitement. Their confidence and reassurance helped steady your nerves. You were a part of this incredible world, and they were with you every step of the way.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the car door and stepped onto the compound grounds. The weight of your new identity, as a part of their family, settled on your shoulders, and you felt a mixture of humility and awe. This was where the Avengers assembled, where battles were fought, and where legends were born.

As you walked alongside Natasha and Wanda, their presence acting as a shield against your apprehension, you couldn't help but notice the occasional glances and smiles from the passing people. They were clearly in awe of the two women who flanked your side. With each step, your confidence grew, and you realized that being a foster child in this extraordinary world was not a burden but an honor. You’re about to step into an entirely new world. You should be grateful. The butterflies in the pit of your stomach say otherwise. You’d rather just go back home.

As you walked with Natasha and Wanda through the Avengers' compound, your eyes widened at the sight before you. The magnetic energy of the place seemed to multiply as you approached a gathering of familiar faces. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized the Avengers were waiting inside the lounge, eager to meet you.

A broad smile stretched across Tony Stark's face as he took a step forward, his charismatic presence lighting up the area. "Well, well, well," he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine excitement. "Look who's finally here! Bunny, we've been eagerly awaiting your arrival!"

Your eyes widen in surprise at him using your chosen name. You look to Natasha, she gives you an encouraging nod, and you reach your hand out for Tony to shake it.

“Hi,” You greet before looking over at the others. Beside Tony, the rest of the Avengers wore welcoming expressions. Steve Rogers, known as Captain America, stood tall with an open, friendly demeanor. Natasha, who had warned them to be gentle with you, cast a watchful gaze over the scene, her eyes silently urging her colleagues to tread lightly.

Bruce Banner, often transformed into the Hulk, appeared calm and approachable. Thor, the mighty Asgardian, stood with his hammer Mjolnir by his side, a sense of regal warmth radiating from him.

Wanda, squeezed your hand gently, grounding you in the moment. Their presence was a comforting reminder that you were not alone and that you had a family within this extraordinary group.

A sense of quietness settled over you, a shyness that made it difficult to find your voice amidst the palpable excitement. You took a moment to observe the Avengers, noticing something remarkable—they were all dressed in casual attire. It was a stark reminder that beneath their heroic personas, they were simply human, just like you.

Tony's grin softened into an understanding smile as he took in your subdued nature. "Hey there, Bunny," he said gently, taking a step closer. "We know this can be a bit overwhelming, but trust me, we're all thrilled to have you here. We're just a bunch of normal people who happen to do some extraordinary things. And we're here to support you every step of the way."

Steve stepped forward, extending a hand. "Bunny, it's an honor to have you join our team. We're a family, and we'll do everything we can to make you feel at home."

Thor's booming voice carried across the courtyard. "Hello, young one. Welcome, Bunny."

You felt a warmth spreading through your chest, a glimmer of connection forming. These incredible individuals, these Avengers, were truly welcoming you with open arms. It was in Tony's eyes, in Steve's reassuring smile, in Bruce's understanding gaze. Maybe things will be alright with them.

As you stepped forward, the Avengers closed in, their genuine excitement palpable in the air. Tony, Steve, Bruce, and Thor all leaned in, their expressions eager to continue speaking with you. But before they could speak, a gust of wind stirred up around you.

Suddenly, a blur of movement streaked past you, leaving a trail of breeze and a faint echo of laughter. It was Pietro, the speedster known as Quicksilver, coming to a sudden stop in front of you. His silver hair was disheveled, and his clothes clung to his body, drenched in sweat.

With a playful grin, Pietro fixed his gaze on you. "Well, hello there, if it isn't the newest addition to our little family. Bunny, right?”

You nod. You couldn't help but be drawn to Pietro's infectious energy. His bright eyes twinkled with mischief, and his words danced with wit. He exuded a sense of lightning-fast confidence that matched his superhuman speed.

Still finding your footing amidst this whirlwind introduction, managed a small smile. "Yes, it's Bunny. It's nice to meet you, Pietro."

Pietro's grin widened, and he leaned closer, his voice filled with playful teasing. "You know, Bunny, being around us Avengers can be a little overwhelming. But don't worry, I'll try to keep up with you."

He began to throw his arm around your shoulder, clearly a testament to his friendliness, but Natasha could see your hesitance before anyone else.

Amidst the laughter and lighthearted banter, Natasha stepped forward, her voice laced with a touch of caution. "Pietro, take it easy with Bunny. Remember what we discussed."

Pietro's mischievous smile softened into a genuine expression of understanding. "Don't worry, Nat. I'll be on my best behavior. Bunny, I'm here to make sure you never have a dull moment." He returned his arms to his side. It’s then you wonder how much they know. How detailed were the stories about you recounted to them?

As you looked into Pietro's eyes, you could see the genuine care and acceptance he offered. In his quick-witted and playful nature, you found a kindred spirit—a connection that transcended words and settled in the realm of shared experiences.

“I’m fine,” You promise Natasha.

“That’s good then,” Pietro smiles. “I have a lot to show you.” He promises. This should be fun.

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As Pietro and Wanda took you on the grand tour of the compound, Natasha found herself engaged in a conversation with Tony, Steve, Thor, and Bruce. The topic of discussion was none other than you. Your presence, your journey, and the impact you had already made on their lives.

Sitting in a comfortable lounge area, Natasha leaned forward, her expression filled with pride. “She's such a remarkable kid.” Natasha raved. “A bit shy, yes, but there's so much strength and potential within her. She's already brought so much joy and light into our lives."

Tony, ever inquisitive, raised an eyebrow. "She’s a cute kid. How did she end up in foster care again?” He asked.

Natasha sighed softly, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and determination. "Bunny's bio mother is in the picture. She’s there but it’s not worth an entire conversation.” Natasha dismisses. “She had a difficult upbringing and faced challenging circumstances.”

“She seems so…normal,” Steve begins.

“She is normal,” Nataha defends. Steve apologizes.

“I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant,” Steve, with his empathetic nature, reached out to place a reassuring hand on Natasha's shoulder. "Nat, I know Bunny is lucky to have you and Wanda as her foster parents. You've always had a knack for bringing out the best in people. She's in good hands."

Natasha offered a grateful smile, appreciating the support from her friends and colleagues. "Thanks. She has been through a lot, but she's resilient. We're doing everything we can to provide her with a safe and nurturing home, surrounded by people who care."

Bruce nodded in agreement, his voice filled with compassion. "It's incredible, Natasha, how you and Wanda have opened your hearts to Bunny. The love and guidance is what a kid needs.”

Natasha's gaze drifted toward the door, where Pietro, Wanda, and you had exited. "I just hope Bunny knows how much she means to us. We see so much potential in her, so much goodness. She's already become a vital part of our family."

Tony, ever the charismatic one, leaned back in his chair. "Well, Nat, I've got to hand it to you. Bringing a kid into this crazy world takes guts. But if anyone can navigate parenthood, it's you. I have no doubt she is in excellent hands."

Natasha's eyes sparkled with a mix of gratitude and determination. "We'll do whatever it takes to support Bunny and help her thrive. A lot is going on with the system. I don’t like how they treat these kids. It’s shameful.” Natasha shakes her head. “She draws, Steve. I think she’d enjoy it if you asked her about it.”

“Noted,” Steve nodded. He was already thinking of ideas to connect with you. If someone meant so much to both Natasha and Wanda he had to get to know you.

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Pietro, true to his word, took it upon himself to give you a comprehensive tour of the Avenger's compound. With Wanda closely following behind, her comforting presence serving as a reassuring anchor, you set off on an adventure within the vast halls and hidden corners of the compound.

Pietro, for once, decided to forgo his lightning-fast speed, opting to walk beside you at a leisurely pace. He flashed you a charming smile, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Alright, Bunny, get ready for the grand tour. We've got a lot to see!"

You nodded, eager to explore your new surroundings. "I’m ready."

He gestured toward a corridor lined with high-tech doors. "This is the Avengers' training facility. It's where we hone our skills and prepare for battles. Trust me, it's a lot of blood, sweat, and tears—mostly mine."

You chuckled, finding comfort in Pietro's light-heartedness. Wanda squeezed your hand, her voice soothing. "It's a place where you can push your limits and show off some muscle.” He flexes, earning a smile from you and an eye roll from Wanda.

As you continued the tour, Pietro pointed out various rooms and facilities—research labs, a state-of-the-art medical bay, and communal areas where the Avengers gathered to bond and relax. With each passing moment, you felt more at ease, realizing that the compound was not just a fortress but a home—a place where friendships were forged and dreams were realized.

Pietro's quick wit and natural charm made the tour an adventure in itself. He spun tales of his antics, injecting humor into every description. "And down here is the kitchen. We've got a never-ending supply of shawarma, Tony's favorite post-battle treat. Trust me, you won't go hungry around here."

Wanda chimed in, her voice gentle. "But if you ever need a quiet moment, Bunny, there are plenty of peaceful spots within the compound—a rooftop garden, a serene library, and even a meditation room. It's important to find your sanctuary whenever we are here."

As you roamed the compound's halls, Pietro introduced you to the Avengers you hadn't yet met, each encounter filled with warm welcomes and genuine interest. He made sure to highlight their unique qualities and abilities, emphasizing how each member contributed to the team's strength.

"You see that guy over there?" Pietro said, pointing to Sam Wilson, also known as Falcon, who was running laps around the track outside. "He's got a pair of wings that'll put any bird to shame.”

You smiled, appreciating Pietro's efforts to make you feel at ease and connected to this remarkable group of individuals. With every step, you realized that the Avengers were not just heroes; they were people—people who faced their fears, doubts, and insecurities, just like you.

As Pietro continued leading the tour, his energetic strides brought you and Wanda into the bustling heart of the Avengers' compound—the kitchen. The savory aroma of freshly brewed coffee and delicious food filled the air, making your stomach grumble in anticipation.

Pietro leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Prepare yourself, Bunny. This is where the magic happens—the kitchen, the realm of culinary wonders."

Wanda chuckled, nudging you playfully. "Don't let his theatrics fool you. Pietro's cooking skills leave much to be desired. But the kitchen is indeed a place of comfort and connection."

“I guess you really are twins then,” You mutter playfully. Wanda’s mouth drops open and Peitro snickers.

“I love this kid already,” He laughs. Wanda simply shakes her head.

As you entered the bustling kitchen, you noticed two familiar faces engaged in a conversation. Pepper Potts, the formidable CEO of Stark Industries, stood tall, her presence commanding yet approachable. Maria Hill, a seasoned S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, exuded a sense of determination and professionalism.

Pietro, always one for grand introductions, approached the two women with a charismatic flair. "Ladies, may I have your attention? I present to you Bunny, our newest addition to the Avengers family. And this," he paused dramatically, "is the formidable duo of Pepper Potts and Maria Hill."

Pepper and Maria turned their gaze towards you, their expressions softening with warmth and curiosity. Pepper's eyes twinkled with a motherly affection, while Maria's confident demeanor softened ever so slightly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Bunny," Pepper said warmly, extending a hand.

“Hi,” You shake her hand. You pull back to wipe your sweating hands against your faded jeans. You weren’t usually this nervous.

Maria, her tone light yet professional, added, "Maria Hill. Nice to meet you.” Maria shook your hand, her shake firm, and her expression a little stiff. She did offer you a bright smile which made you feel a bit better.

As you exchanged greetings, Wanda noticed a subtle change in your demeanor. There was a shy sparkle in your eyes, a faint blush on your cheeks whenever Maria spoke. If she didn’t know any better she would say she could see a crush forming right before her eyes. Maybe it’s nothing.

“Well, if you’re hungry we have sandwiches here,” Pepper gestured.

“No, thank you,” You declined before changing your mind. It’s rude to decline food when you’re a guest. You can remember your mother’s voice echoing in your head. You follow Pepper over to the sandwiches where she helps you choose one. You choose turkey and cheese and she passes you a plate to hold it. “So, you and Tony are married right?.”

“Unfortunately,” She sighs. You can hear the playfulness in her tone so you don’t take it too seriously. “It's been a few years since we’ve been together. I like him well enough.” She winks.

“That’s cool,” You nod. You turn to look back at the others. It’s so weird being here with your heroes, speaking with them, and basking in their presence. It feels like a dream that you don’t deserve.

As you observed Maria, Wanda, and Pietro engaged in light banter, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. It was heartwarming to witness their playful exchange, a glimpse into the camaraderie that existed among the Avengers.

Maria, with her sharp wit, teased Pietro, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Pietro, I hope you're not causing too much trouble on this tour. We don't want to have to clean up after you."

Pietro chuckled, his silver hair ruffled by a playful breeze. "Oh, you wound me! I'm a model tour guide—charming, witty, and a paragon of responsibility. Bonus points for being hot."

Wanda, unable to resist the opportunity for her playful banter, chimed in, "Well, Pietro, your definition of responsibility might be a tad different from the rest of us. But I have to admit, your tours are always... interesting.."

Pietro grinned, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "I’d say exhilarating, Wanda. Life is too short for dull tours. We need to keep Bunny on her toes, right?"

Maria, her tone laced with amusement, replied, "Just make sure she doesn't get too overwhelmed, Pietro. We want her to enjoy her time here without any high-speed mishaps."

You couldn't help but giggle at their banter, finding comfort in the lightheartedness that surrounded you. It was reassuring to witness the genuine camaraderie and playful dynamic between everyone.

As the lighthearted banter continued, the entrance of Sam Wilson brought new energy to the scene. He strolled into the kitchen, sweat glistening on his brow and a playful smirk on his face. His weary but friendly demeanor instantly drew your attention.

"Hey there!" Sam greeted you with a warm smile, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a towel. "I heard there's a new member in the family. Welcome to the Avengers! How are you finding this crazy bunch so far?"

You returned his smile, feeling an immediate connection to Sam's friendly nature. "Hi, um, everyone has been welcoming. It's been quite an adventure already."

Sam chuckled, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Well, get used to it, Bunny. The Avengers sure know how to keep things interesting. Just make sure you bring your sense of humor and your running shoes. We'll need 'em!"

You laughed, appreciating Sam's relatable and down-to-earth demeanor. He made you feel at ease as if you were talking to an old friend. There was something about his authenticity and easygoing nature that resonated with you.

Pietro, never one to miss an opportunity to tease, interjected with a playful smirk. "Watch out, Sam. Bunny might challenge you to a race. She's got some hidden speed, you know."

Sam raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Is that so? Well, Bunny, I hope you're ready to eat my dust. The Falcon doesn't go down without a fight."

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling a sense of camaraderie with Sam. His fun-loving spirit and relatability made you feel seen and accepted like you were already part of the team.

“I’m not a runner,” You deny. “I think I’ll leave that to the professionals.” You say. You finish with your plate and dump it into the trash. You move to stand next to Wanda, reaching to grab her hand, before you stop yourself. You’re much too old to still need someone to comfort you when you’re feeling overwhelmed. Right?

Feeling a longing tugging at your heart, you looked to Wanda, the weariness apparent in her eyes. With a gentle voice, you asked, "Mama, may I be excused for a moment? I'd like to explore a little on my own if that's alright."

Wanda offered you a tired but understanding smile. "Of course,” She searched your eyes for any signs of discomfort. “Take your time and explore. If you need anything or if you want to talk later, We’ll be here.”

Grateful for her permission, you nodded and made your way toward the training facilities. As you stepped into the well-equipped room, your eyes widened with wonder. The gleaming equipment, and the vibrant energy surrounding it all, sparked your imagination.

You found yourself walking amidst the weights, the training dummies, and the various gadgets used by the Avengers to hone their skills. The room was a testament to the dedication and determination that the team poured into their preparations.

As you observed the array of equipment, a question formed in your mind, one that had been lingering ever since you became part of Natasha and Wanda's family. What would life have been like if you had grown up here, within these walls, with Natasha and Wanda as your mothers?

You imagined training alongside the Avengers, learning from the best, and developing your own unique set of skills. The thought brought a mixture of excitement and curiosity, as you wondered how your life would have unfolded in this extraordinary environment.

But then, a wave of gratitude washed over you. While the Avengers' compound held a certain allure and mystique, you couldn't help but feel immensely grateful for the love and care Natasha and Wanda had bestowed upon you. Their presence in your life had already brought about immense change, grounding you with stability, warmth, and unwavering support.

As you immersed yourself in contemplation, Natasha's presence interrupted your thoughts. She stepped into the training facility, her eyes scanning the room until they met yours. Concern furrowed her brow as she approached you, her voice gentle yet firm.

"Bunny, is everything okay? Mama said you came here alone. Are you alright?"

Your heart skipped a beat, knowing that you couldn't hide your feelings from Natasha. Her ability to perceive even the slightest shift in your emotions was both comforting and daunting. With a sigh, you decided to open up, to share the weight that had been burdening your heart.

"I... I'm struggling,” You began, your voice tinged with vulnerability. You press a hand to your forehead before dropping them by your side. "Life has been so unfair, and now I'm here, surrounded by amazing people who have already accepted me as you promised. But, I don't know if I can fit into this life. I don’t deserve it. It's all so overwhelming."

Natasha's eyes softened, and she reached out, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Bunny, it's normal to feel overwhelmed when faced with new experiences and a new way of life. But let me tell you something—you already belong here. You've already made an impact on all of us."

You looked up at her, uncertainty flickering in your eyes. "But what if I can't live up to their expectations? What if I can't be as extraordinary as everyone else?"

Natasha's voice held a quiet strength as she replied, "Bunny, being extraordinary isn't about measuring up to someone else's standards. It's about embracing your uniqueness, your journey. We don't expect you to be anyone other than yourself. And let me tell you, you've already changed our lives for the better."

Tears welled up in your eyes, a mix of emotions swirling within you. You had longed for acceptance and love, and now it was being offered to you by the people you admired most. Natasha's words resonated deep within your soul, reassuring you that you were seen, valued, and cherished.

She continued, her voice filled with unwavering belief, "Bunny, life may have been unfair to you in the past, but here, with us, you have a family that loves you unconditionally. We believe in you, and we'll support you every step of the way. It's not about fitting into a predetermined mold—it's about discovering your path and growing into the person you were meant to be."

As Natasha spoke, a flicker of hope ignited within you. Maybe, just maybe, this extraordinary life could be yours too. With a grateful smile, you nodded, feeling a newfound determination blossoming within your heart.

"Thank you," You whispered, your voice filled with gratitude. "I’m sorry for being emotional and everything.” You wipe at your eyes. “I’m probably just tired or something.” You sniffle.

“You were up until two am talking on the phone,” Natasha reminds you. “Riley’s mom must be a deep sleeper.”

“I wasn’t talking to Riley,” You inform her much to her surprise. “It was Monet. She’s nice to me.” You shrug. “I mean, she doesn’t know everything that’s going on. It kind of felt good to talk to someone that doesn’t know.”

“Hmm,” Natasha acknowledges. “I know the feeling.”

“Remember when I said I wanted to learn to fight?” You look to her. You shake your head. “Nevermind.”

“No, I want to know,” Natasha steps forward. “What are you thinking?”

You look down at your feet, hesitating for the slightest second, before looking back into her concerned eyes. “What if he can prove that I lied about everything?” You begin. “What if people believe him and not me? I didn’t fight back and sometimes I just let him…” You choke on your words.

“Bunny,” Natasha frowns.

“Sometimes I just let him do things and it was because it hurt when I did fight and,” You turn to look at something that isn’t there. “If I knew how to fight maybe I could have stopped him. I don’t know. I just keep thinking about the things I didn’t have. What I couldn’t do. Then I come here and I sit with you guys and we talk. I eat lunch with the freaking Avengers and I can’t get out of my head long enough to enjoy it. “

“Oh, baby,” Natasha sighs. “This is something you’ve been thinking about for a while.” Natasha takes your hand gently to drag you over to a bench. “I think that sometimes, a lot of the time really, our minds take us to very bad places at the most inconvenient times. I think you did what you could with what you had. That counts for something.”

“Yeah,” You mumble. “I’m sorry for making this weird. I just needed a minute. Everyone’s so nice.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Natasha takes a finger under her chin to get you to look at her. “What that boy did. What you went through. You didn’t deserve it. You weren’t weak. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am,” You nod. “Can we just sit here for a while? I know you want to see your friends and all.”

“Eh, I see them all the time,” Natasha dismisses. “I want to spend more time with you. I’ll never get tired of that.” You lean into her body, reveling in her warmth, as she asks you. “So, who’s your favorite so far?”

“I like Pietro,” You name. “And Sam. Maria Hill too. Everyone seems pretty nice.” You shrug. You were telling the truth.

“Hmm, they’re okay,” Natasha says jokingly. “Can you tell me about your new friend? Monet is her name? Should I be worried about her?”

“No,” You furrow your brows. “I don’t think so. I’m still sorry for sneaking out. I just needed to get away. I didn’t want to see my mom.”

“I understand,” Natasha truly does. “You scared us for a little bit.” She reveals.

You know they’ve heard stories in the foster care classes. Stories about runaways and how much trouble they are. You hope she doesn’t have the wrong idea.

“Monet’s cool,” You device this part of the conversation is fine to talk about. “She’s a bit touchy. I don’t know how to tell her I don’t like being touched.” You look to Natasha for answers.

“I think being straightforward is the only way,” Natasha treads carefully. “Something along the lines of ‘I don’t like being touched. It makes me uncomfortable. No hard feelings.”

“What if she gets angry?” You question. “I’m not exactly in the business of losing friends.”

“Any friend that doesn’t respect your boundary isn’t your friend,” Natasha reminds you. “If it’s a hard no for you it’s a hard no. You have the right to your body. No one else.”

You wished you could believe her. You wished Natasha’s words made you feel better.

“Can we go back to everyone else now?” You ask. Natasha leads you back to the lounge where everyone is talking.

You walk hand in hand to sit next to Wanda. She wraps her arm around your shoulder and you melt into her embrace. You don’t notice the collective awe across the other occupants' faces.

As you reflected on the events that had unfolded today, a whirlwind of emotions stirred within you. The concept of autonomy danced in your mind, intermingling with the warmth and acceptance you had found among the Avengers. It was a delicate balance, one that both excited and frightened you.

The journey towards autonomy had been a tumultuous one. Life had thrown its unfair share of challenges your way, leaving you longing for a sense of control over your destiny. But as you stood within the embrace of this extraordinary family, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope.

Meeting the Avengers had been a daunting prospect, an encounter that had filled you with both anticipation and trepidation. The idea of being accepted by a group of heroes, each with their unique skills and experiences, seemed like an insurmountable task. Yet, to your surprise, they welcomed you with open arms, embracing you as if you had always belonged.

Their genuine warmth and acceptance had cast away the shadows of doubt, replacing them with a newfound sense of belonging.

As you witnessed the bonds forming between yourself and the team, a bittersweet sentiment enveloped your heart. The overwhelming sense of camaraderie, the feeling of being understood and valued, made you hope that this moment would never fade. You longed to hold onto the sense of security and love that the Avengers had provided, fearful that it might slip away like a passing dream.

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