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Sparks Fly

Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

Warnings: red room ways of raising girls, bad coping mechanisms, mission gone wrong, deaths of people (not major characters), language, mentions of blood, gauze, and wrap

Genre: Angst + Fluff ending

Summary: Natasha’s mission failed, leading to civilian deaths, and she ends up coping in a way she was thought by the Red Room.

A/N: Reader is Bulgarian in this because I am lazy and I don’t feel like dealing with google translate right now, so I just used my home language cuz it’s also slavic, ok? Ok!

Translations:

Bulgarian:

любов моя - my love

мое златно сърце- my golden heart

Russian:

Детка-baby

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The mission was for the team to rescue the Hydra “experiments” then blow up the base. However, the outcome of the mission ended up being a blown up base with just two or three experimented on kids being saved. It was all a miscommunication, but Natasha blamed herself for it. She thought that she should have been able to help fix the chaos and save the rest of the kids, but there they were, back at the tower, filling it with thick melancholy in the air.

Y/N tried to soothe Natasha and help her not think of it all as her fault. She wasn’t at the mission, but she knew that Nat wasn’t fully at fault and that Nat did everything in her power to get the mission to go right. Natasha Romanova may seem cold but she always does her best to save everybody.

Finally, Nat just told Y/N that she wants some alone time to process things. Y/N wasn’t sure that it was best for Nat to be alone at such a time, but she let her have her personal time.

Hours later, Y/N was concerned that she had still not heard anything from Nat, so she went into her room, only to find no one there.

“Jarvis, where’s Tasha?” You ask worriedly.

“Miss Romanova has left the tower. She appears to be in a ballet studio Downtown.”

“Oh shit… how long ago did she leave?”

“Miss Romanova left the tower at 1 pm today.”

“Jarvis, send me the location of the ballet studio.”

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N. It has been sent.”

You look down at your phone, putting on navigation to the studio, and run off to the elevator.

After a few minutes, you park in front of a studio with blurred windows, but you only see one person inside.

Running off to the door, you walk in slowly, knowing you probably startled the redhead inside. She looks at you for a second before hiding her face away from you and continuing her “practice.”

“Hey baby, I need you to pause, okay?”

She just quietly continues dancing to the music of the silence in the room.

“Nat. I’m serious.”

She ignores you again.

“Natalia, stop,” you say in a low, stern voice.

She stops, slowly lowering her arms and leg from the position she’d been in, still refusing to face you. She lowers to the ground, rolling up in a ball and hiding her face in her legs.

You walk over to her, sitting down next to her. You hug her.

You speak, softer than before“Baby, you have been dancing for…” You check your phone, seeing the time being 5:04, “four hours now. You are hurting yourself. You don’t deserve to be punished, sweetheart. You aren’t there anymore. I’m here, okay?”

A quiet sob escapes her lips as she whispers, “I killed them…”

“No, you didn’t. You have never killed anybody on purpose, любов моя.”

She just keeps crying quietly for a bit.

You softly caress her foot and ask, “can I take them off?”

“Mhm” she mumbles out, sniffling quietly.

You slowly untie the ballet shoes, sliding them off her feet. Noticing how bloody her feet have gotten under her ballet shoes, you sigh in concern and open your little bag you carry around, finding the gauze and wrap, putting on the gauze on the worst places, and wrapping it up to secure it in place before softly massaging each foot, enough to make her feel a bit more relaxed, but not too much, careful not to hurt her.

“Baby, can you look at me, please?” You ask in a whisper.

She looks up, her reddened face wet from tears. You move your hand calmly up to her cheek, brushing away the last tear prickling down her beautiful face, and giving her a loving smile.

“I will always love you,” you whisper.

She looks at your eyes and smiles slightly, whispering back, “I love you too.”

You get up, reaching for her hand as you pull her up, hugging her. As you are hugging, you slowly start moving side to side, as she rests her head on your chest.

“Drop everything now…” you begin singing slowly, slower than the tempo of the actual song.

“Meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain, ‘cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile,” you twirl her and continue dancing while looking at each other, “get me with those green eyes baby as the lights go down, give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around,” you boop her nose and she giggles, “cause I see sparks fly whenever you… smile,” you smile as you see her already smiling at you.

“Okay let’s go home now, okay? We don’t need your feet hurting even more. I love you, мое златно сърце.”

“I love you too, детка.”

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nattyscuddlycabin · 10 months

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Idk if this really matters to anyone but i believe that i will not be able to write anything for 3 weeks, but i do have one story scheduled to post around the middle of the 3 weeks :) after im back ill try to post once or twice a week bc i clearly do not have a life 👍

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nattyscuddlycabin · 10 months

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By the way, this is a side blog so all replys will be by @nattys-swiftie :) thats my main blog

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Midnight Cuddles pt. II

natasha romanoff × f!reader

platonic!nat x clint bc that’s just friendship goals

A/N: Part two was requested so why not make it! If you want me to keep adding parts to this, I will do my best to! I also should have requests open (not sure im kinda new to tumblr lol) so if you want to request a story or another part and what you wanna see in it, go ahead :)

Genre: fluff <333

Warnings: slight language

Summary: Reader is a new recruit to the Avengers, and everyone but one person seems to warm up to them, or that's what they think. Now, that person may become the Reader’s softie lover, but not without Clint’s teasing, of course.

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The next morning, you wake up alone on Natasha’s bed, beginning to remember the events of the night before. You are surrounded by your bear and her bunny, and assume that the redhead has gone off to training. To confirm your assumptions, you find a peanut butter sandwich, a cup of cooled down coffee, and a note on the bedside table.

You reach for the note and see something written on top of the note: ‘To my restless bear’

You smile as you open up the note and read:

‘Good Morning Sleepyhead,

I brought you breakfast, I hope the coffee isn’t too cold when you wake up. I am in the training room if you need anything.

Nat’

You couldn’t help but blush softly at the little note.

Just as you pick up the sandwich, the door opens and Natasha walks in sweaty from her workout.

“Oh! You’re still here?” She says suddenly.

“I just woke up,” you say, taking a bite of the sandwich, giving her a soft smile.

“Well Good Morning, detka”

“Hi” you say after swallowing a bite, “Thank you for breakfast!”

“Anything for you” She says, making you blush.

Before you can reply, the not-fully-closed door opens quickly, as Clint bursts in.

“Nat I-“ he turns his gaze to you, “Oh!”

“Uhh Clint, listen-“ Nat begins to explain but Clint cuts her off.

“I’m just offended I wasn’t told about this,” he slams his hand on his chest dramatically, “I thought were best friends, Nat!”

“Calm down it happened last night.”

“Ahh! Spare me the details!” He shields himself with his hands.

Nat flicks his head with her finger, “Not like that, you idiot. She had a nightmare.”

“Ouch! Okay! Okay!”

You watch them conversing and giggle while eating your sandwich.

“So what now, are we gunna have to bring Aunty Y/N/N to meet Laura and the kids, too?” he raises his eyebrow in question.

“We aren’t even official, yet! Slow. Down.” Nat lectures him.

“What? Can I not be excited that my lonely best friend is finally gotten her ass in a relationship?” He chuckles.

“We aren’t even officially dating, yet, Clint!!!”

You giggle, interrupting them, “Hey, Natty, do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

She gives you a playful glare, smiles, and quietly says, “yes,” then turns back to Clint, “I hate you, Clintosaurus.”

“Aww, I love you too, bestie!”

“How does Laura tolerate you?” Nat punches his arm playfully.

“The same way you do,” he laughs and starts walking out.

Nat rolls her eyes at him and walks towards you, hugging you while you are still sitting on the bed.

“So, how’s my girlfriend’s morning going?”

You try to push her off, playfully complaining, “Ahhh! Stop! You are sweaty!!! Go shower!”

“Only if you join me,” she smirks.

”We have been dating for about two minutes, you goof!” You laugh, grabbing her shirt and pulling her forward, pressing your lips together softly. “Go shower, and I’ll go get ready in my room. Maybe then you can take me out on a proper date first.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll come pick you up from your room in 20” she says, walking towards the bathroom, “bye babe!”

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Pt. I

#natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanova #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #clint x natasha #soft natasha romanoff #cute natty

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Midnight Cuddles

natasha romanoff x f!reader

A/N: hiii this is my first fic and english is my second language so feedback is welcome just please don’t be mean! Idk why I decided my first fic to be so heavy, I just need some cuddly Nat.

Genre: fluff <3 but also angst

Warnings: body issues, self-loathing, kidnapping, human trafficking and experimentation, child abuse, childhood trauma, probably PTSD, anxiety, and depression.

Summary: Reader is a new recruit to the Avengers, and everyone but one person seems to warm up to them, or that’s what they think.

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Your childhood was rough. You were initially raised by a single mother with a lot of anger issues, all taken out on you. After years of dealing with her, you were kidnapped by this old organisation by the name of Hades. Pretty much the original Hydra. They experimented on kids and teenagers trying to give them some superhuman abilities for their own purposes.

That's where you got your powers. You could manipulate people’s minds into seeing, feeling, smelling, tasting, and hearing things that aren’t actually there. That’s also where you got your name, The Illusionist. Hades fell down due to the lack of money to continue their experiments years ago and just threw all of you out onto the streets.

One thing led to another and now you are the new recruit to the Avengers team. Of course. The 6 original Avengers were the mightiest superheroes, and you were to join them.

At first, you weren’t thrilled. They were all way more skilled in fighting, as Hades never got to train you, only give you your powers that you can semi-control. That also made you look less muscular than them which would never leave your mind when near them. Not to mention everybody knew who the 6 heroes of the world were. Nobody knew you.

Slowly, most of the team warmed up to you. Tony joked around goofily all the time, making you laugh, Bruce helped you regulate your powers a bit better, Thor acted like you were the big family’s little kid even though you really were 28, Clint popped out of the vents to scare you a few times, Steve asked you to help him figure out his phone like a thousand times, but there was one person who always just gave you a cold shoulder. That was Natasha. You attempted to talk to Natasha. It was hard to get the confidence to even go up to her as she is so intimidating, then each time you approach her, she just answers shortly before walking away.

To be honest, you understood her. You were a random person that suddenly joined her big family. But on the other hand, you craved her validation.

The tower didn’t have a floor assigned for you specifically, at least not yet, so it was decided for you to take a guest room on Natasha’s floor for now, as you are both women and you would be more comfortable. At least that’s what everyone thought.

Every day you walk out of your room and see Natasha walking out of hers. You always greet her kindly, but all she responds with is an annoyed “hello.” Never looking at you in the eyes.

Others tried to comfort you and tell you that she would warm up to you soon and that she is just not used to you, yet, and you tried to believe them but couldn’t help think the worst. What if she thinks you are too low on skills to be in the team? What if she thinks you aren’t fit enough to be on the team? What if she thinks it’s a mistake that you are on the team?

One night, you get your first nightmare while sleeping in the tower. You undeniably get nightmares from parts of your life. You wake up sweating and breathing heavily as you think of the nightmare. It had been things that your mother and the Hades people had said to you. It all replayed over and over again in your head as your mind began agreeing with the things said.

Usually you have some comfort in your own little apartment you had till now. It was familiar to you. Now, everything is still too new, that it adds on to the anxiety and thoughts. Your mind began also thinking of Natasha saying those things about you.

Things were getting bad, you began losing control over your breath, tears streaming down your face as you tried searching for your little comfort teddy bear. It might’ve been “childish” but that was the only thing that normally helped you calm down. But for tonight, nothing helped.

A little voice in your brain seemed to speak through all the negative thoughts, telling you to run to Natasha’s room. You instantly got up and ran to her room, putting no thought into what you were doing until you already knocked on her door. As you knocked, you started thinking even worse.

“Why did I knock?!” You thought, starting to sob even more, “She hates me!!! And crying like this?! She will be so mad at me for crying and waking her up and bothering her again!”

But before you could run away, she opened the door. Her green eyes showed clear surprise and worry as she quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you inside her room. The redhead closed the door quickly, hugging you.

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay, I’m here!” she said, scrunching her eyebrows in concern, “what happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I- I- I’m sorry! I’m sorry I woke you up!! I’m so sorry!!! Please don’t hate me even more! I’m sorry!” you cried, shaking violently.

“It’s okay! It’s okay! I don’t hate you! Cry it all out, okay? I’m here.” She exclaims worriedly as she pulls you to sit on the bed next to her and hugs you tightly, rubbing your back.

After a few minutes of crying and hugging her, your tears slowed down and you pulled away.

“I’m sorry…”

“Why are you apologising?” She questions.

“I just… I came in here crying like that and interrupted your sleep and bothered you just because of a stupid nightmare… I’m sorry…”

“I get nightmares, too, okay? It’s okay to ask for help for them. It’s okay to cry from them. And I’m proud of you for coming to me.”

”You- you are proud of me? Why would you be proud of me for that? I’m too sensitive…” You look at her in slight confusion.

“Yes, yes I’m proud of you. You aren’t too sensitive for crying or coming to me. It’s tough to come to someone about something like this. Do you want to talk about it?” She lifts your chin up with her finger, asking you to look at her.

“I thought you hated me…”

“I don’t hate you…” She looks down, “I was just nervous…”

“Nervous?” You ask, confused.

“Yeah… you are new and powerful and pretty…” She immediately regrets saying the last part but you just giggle. She looks up at you in confusion.

“I thought you thought that it was a mistake to add me to the team…”

“No, why would I ever think that?”

“I don’t know…” you look down.

“I love your little teddy bear, by the way” she giggles softly and it’s the most beautiful sound you have ever heard.

Then you realise it. You accidentally brought your bear with you to her room. How much more humiliating could this be? You cover your face with your hands, embarrassed.

“What? It’s cute! I have a bunny. It helps the nightmares.” She reaches back over her bed and grabs a little white bunny plushie and uses it’s little hand to wave at you. Your cheeks flush, hoping the darkness is enough to hide the blush, as you slowly raise your plushie and wave it’s hand back.

She smiles and craws back to her spot in her bed then looks over at you with a soft smile.

“You coming or not?”

“You want me to stay?”

“Yes, Y/N/N, come here!”

You move over so you are laying next to her as she covers you with the blanket and you both face each other with a bit of distance between you.

“You are really pretty too…” you break the silence.

Natasha tries to hide her blushing face with the little bunny. You put your bear in the same position and grab it’s hands and move them as if tracing an imaginary heart. She does the same with her bunny. Seeing her this flustered, you get a sudden confidence and move closer to her. So close that your noses are almost touching. You boop her nose and giggle.

“Never thought the stone cold Black Widow was this cute in the middle of the night.”

She moved a bit closer to you. You could feel her warm breath on your lips, as she spoke, “Never thought the Illusionist would be this confident in the middle of the night, either.”

“Maybe she is.” You close the gap between you, feeling her soft, warm, full lips move simultaneously with yours. When you both run out of breath, you pull away, breathing heavily. You quickly realise what you just did and hide your face in the crook of her neck, hearing her beautiful giggle again, as she pulls you closer, as close as the plushies between you two would allow.

“Good night, you little teddy bear.”

“Good night bunny.” you say, looking up at her and pecking her lips quickly before you go back to her neck. She wraps her arms around you, and you both fall asleep happier than you would have ever thought you’d be on a random night like this.

(￣o￣) zzZZzzZZ

A/N: hi again! There’s something that makes me so warm and fuzzy inside about Nat having a secret little plush bunny. I feel like she would always go back to it after a bad mission or injury. It would be her little way of healing ❤️‍🩹

Pt. II

#natasha romanoff fluff #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romonova #black widow #natasha romanoff angst #cute natty

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