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Phone Calls

Summary: Natasha doesn’t know what’s wrong until she meets your family.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow x Sonokinetic!Fem!Reader

Genre: Holy trinity of fluff, angst, and hurt/comfort

Warnings: Homophobia, sizeism (or fatphobia, idk what the word is, I’m sorry!!!), mental health, eating disorder.

Requested: yes/NO

Words: Like 5k

A/N - This is a vent fic, which is why I’m making it fem, and I have personally had these conversations with my parents. I have these recordings and notes. Please be kind. Love, Rory.

(This is how I imagine Natasha at the end dinner scene)

The day started ordinarily before you got the phone call.

Your ‘internship’ came through, and you had earned the privilege to work with the Avengers. In reality, your ability to manipulate sound meant Steve and Bucky had approached you privately whilst on a tour to the Avengers Compound, showing footage of you using your power and asking you to do a one-year trial run with them.

The next day, you moved out of your apartment and into the compound, with your polite request to be at the end of the hallway granted. They never knew why you asked, and that was the plan, even if it meant you had to wake up an extra five minutes early just to get to training or the kitchen for your turn at breakfast.

You became fast friends with Wanda and Vision, acting like the couple’s adopted child when in reality, you were only a few months off of the young witch herself. You sat with her and exchanged cool demonstrations of your powers, helping her realise that they weren’t a curse, but rather a neat party trick.

You helped cook dinner multiple times with her, even when it wasn’t either of your turns, simply because you could. Still both rookies, you were kept off of the most dangerous missions and either handled stealth or full brute force.

But to do that, you had to train - and with none other than the Black Widow herself.

You couldn’t lie to her even if you wanted to. She was so confident and so sure of herself that initially, you were jealous. But it wasn’t until a stakeout mission came along that you two really bonded.

She was the one to speak first because she had a nightmare whilst you were on watch. The sweat on her body, the pale colour of her cheeks and the wildness in her eyes were all you needed to know that this was the nightmare to rule all nightmares. She shook in your arms as you cradled her close, knowing nothing on how to comfort her in any other way than how you wanted to be comforted.

You held her tight against your chest, one hand wrapped around her side whilst you forcefully pressed her ear above your heart, using the rhythm and accenting the sound in your hands to calm her down.

“Ms Romanoff? Are you better?” You asked softly, your voice so soft it felt trained.

“I-It was from my-my past.” She shuddered between breaths.

“May I ask what happened?”

She looked up at you and saw the genuine question in your eyes, staring into her emeralds like you were observing the roughened and burned edges of her soul, wondering what could have done that to something so beautiful.

“I was kidnapped. Taken, as a child. I trained in this place called the Red Room, where they turn little girls into assassins. It’s how I got on SHIELD’s radar - Clint came to take me out… he made a different call.”

The sound waves you produced in your hands eased her erratic state, almost lulling her back to sleep.

“And I thought I told you to call me Tasha.”

You gulped down your anxieties and smiled weakly. “You are older than me. I was told that unless stated otherwise, I should call you by your proper title.”

“By less than five years.” She chortled back, grinning as she took your hand away from her stomach.

“That tickles.”

She didn’t know why she was being so open with you. Normally, she’d kick or punch someone lightly (not so) if they asked a question about her past, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that to you.

“Malyshka…” She whispered, watching you get the chills that she noticed would happen every time she spoke her mother tongue.

“I don’t know what that means, but yes?” You answered, helping her sit up when she moved to do so.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”

Your eyes bulged and you tensed with shock.

“Why?” Was the only question that you could mutter out, causing her to frown.

“Why? Because you intrigue me. I like to know the people I am intrigued with, and nobody said you were unavailable. Unless, of course, you are, and you can hit us both with enough sound waves to make us forget.”

You chuckled softly at her ramble and placed a finger on her lips, silencing her easily. “No, I am not unavailable. But… Yes, I would like to go on a date with you, Ms- Tasha.”

“Good, because Clint has been giving me the signal for the past three minutes and we only had a window of four.”

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You noticed how you affected Natasha over the next eight weeks. She seemed to smile her happy smile and giggle under her breath when you would kiss her nose, but you only knew because it tickled your skin.

She came out to the team with your hand in hers, knowing you would have her to yourself if they did not agree. Of course, they did, and you watched Natasha sigh in relief, hugging her best friend tightly whilst Wanda and Vision hugged you.

“Look at her, Vis. She’s all grown up.” Wanda fake-cried, a little bit of true emotion when you saw her happy smile.

“I am still confused with this on-going metaphor, but I am happy for you both, Ms Y/N.” Vision smiled softly.

“Thanks, you guys.” You grinned, only to squeal as Natasha spun you around and kissed you deeply which earned you a cheer from Bucky, Sam and Tony whilst Pietro and Peter told you to get a room.

“So, yours or mine?” You snickered.

“Definitely mine - you’re too far away.” She smirked, pecking your lips once more before she led you to her room.

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“Ms L/N, you have 96 new messages on your Twitter account.” FRIDAY spoke from above you in the living room, confusing you whilst Natasha sipped on the juice you had handed her.

“What?!” You pulled out your phone and saw the notifications, scrolling down to the last one.

‘Y/N L/N is IN A RELATIONSHIP with Natasha Romanoff’, the automated message read with a celebratory emoji.

“Oh.” You scrolled back up slowly, not even tapping on your mother or father’s notifications before putting your phone away.

“What’s wrong, lyubov?” Natasha asked, wrapping her arm around you only for you to unwrap it.

“Why did you make our relationship public? I asked you not to.”

“I was just updating my status-”

“Natasha, there are reasons why I ask you not to do things.”

You hadn’t called her Natasha since she told you to call her Tasha. You didn’t know why, you liked her full name, but she insisted on it.

“I’m sorry, malyshka, I’ll take it down.” She hurried to pull out her phone, but you felt yours vibrating in your pocket.

“Don’t. If you want it there, keep it there. I just want you to ask me about these kinds of things before you do them, okay?” You asked softly, kissing her forehead before you made your way to your room.

Her eyes stayed on your body, keeping her thoughts to herself, and eventually followed you when you didn’t return after ten minutes. She knew a phone call could be long, but more than five minutes made her start to worry.

She couldn’t find you anywhere, and her heart skipped multiple beats before she heard your voice come from your bedroom. It was muffled, distorted by something, and that only made her hurry more.

“I’ve gotta go. Bye, Ma.” Was all she heard before she saw you exit your room, a bright smile on your lips that matched your eyes.

“Who was that, baby?” She asked, her arms tickling up and down your sides as she held you softly.

“Just Mama. And Papa, but he was in the background.” You chuckled, kissing her before tapping her forehead.

“You’ve got a crinkle. What are you worrying about?”

“You, you boofhead.” She snickered.

“What, you thought I ran off with the circus?” You jested, earning a dramatic gasp from her and a runway-worthy walk - but the minus point was that it was away from you.

“Get back here, cheeky!”

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Natasha knew that phone call was bad.

You hadn’t told her anything about your past since you had only questioned hers; wondering about how she got so good at what she did, how her first few missions were, how to land without breaking a bone.

However, she wasn’t so helpful with that last one, stating that her landing would break multiple bones if she wasn’t a super soldier. Then, your question about super soldier serum came up and she didn’t have time to talk to you.

After that gym session, you told her you were going to have a shower and headed to your room. Unbeknownst to you, she followed you, knowing your showers had become longer and longer as the days passed since she had been studying you.

Secure in the shower, you hummed softly to your favourite song and Natasha’s heart only melted further behind its stone cold cage. You seemed so carefree, so warm, even when she was quite harsh to you in the beginning. She was an instructor then, but now she’s your girlfriend.

“JESUS-” You jumped at the sight of her on your bed whilst you were wrapped only in a towel.

“What are you doing here?!”

“Waiting for you so we can go watch a movie.” She looked at you, watching your eyes dart around the room and look at certain items.

Sure, you weren’t clean, but your room wasn’t a pig sty - your shirt from the training only a few minutes ago was on the floor, whilst last night’s towel hung off of your chair and your pile of fresh laundry sat in the seat of it.

Every second you didn’t touch those things, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You quickly threw the towel back on the heat rack and placed your gym shirt in the laundry basket, whilst taking your selection of clothes from your pile before putting it neatly away.

You really only registered Natasha’s presence when she came up behind you and wrapped her arms around you, taking a hold of your hands.

“Y/N… breathe.”

The entire time, Natasha watched you panic. Your breathing was short, your eyes were wide almost in fear, and she felt like you had omitted a key detail in your relationship.

“Wait… I just need to…” You reached for your last shirt to put away but Natasha’s grip on your hands was tight enough to stop you.

“What you need to do is breathe, baby. Come sit on the bed.” She cooed in your ear, picking you up when you didn’t move.

“Now… would you like to tell me what’s wrong? What have I missed?”

You looked up at her and said nothing, but you opened your phone and left only two apps running - Notes and Voice Recordings.

“I can’t be here.” You murmured, leaving the room.

She looked down at your phone, unlocking it since it had timed out - your password was her full name in numbers - but she felt hesitant.

“FRIDAY, can you send these to me?”

“Both Ms L/N’s Notes and Voice Recordings application data have been copied and sent to you.” FRIDAY answered.

“Thank you. And where’s Y/N/N?”

“She is cooking with Ms Maximoff. She seems distressed, and is crying.”

It pained her to not be there for you, but she needed to get to the bottom of this. You had told her the basics of your life - how you had been bullied as a freak in high school, but you had two loving parents who supported you entirely. You played sports, you had good grades.

What was wrong with her precious malyshka?

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After three hours of held-back sobs, reading your notes and listening to your voice recordings, Natasha had finally calmed down. Her poor baby girl…

She was pissed. No, she was livid.

“FRIDAY, where is she?” She growled out.

“Ms L/N is in her room. Shall I let her know you are coming?” FRIDAY asked.

“No.”

She stormed down the halls, passing a confused Steve and Bucky whilst Wanda and Vision came from your direction, the witch standing in front of her.

“Natasha-”

“Uydi s moyego puti, Wanda. (Move out of my way, Wanda.)” She snarled, her eyes a sparkling and daring green.

Wanda regrettably stepped out of the way and she continued her silent hurricane down to your room.

“Ms L/N, Ms Romanoff is approaching from the hall. You have asked me to notify you of motion within 50 metres of your bedroom door.” She heard FRIDAY talk in your room.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit…” You sniffled, clearly from crying.

However, you didn’t have time to clean yourself or your tidy/untidy room as Natasha came to stand in the doorway, her silhouette terrifyingly matching with her emotionless expression.

“I read them. And I heard them.” Was all she said, her eyes analysing you as your head slumped over in defeat.

“Please, Natasha, you have to believe me. I wasn’t making it up, they said those things, and I just-”

You were cut off by Natasha’s crushing weight on top of you, both her momentum and limpness sending you flat on your back.

“I believe you. I’ll always believe you, Y/N.” She murmured in your ear, her simple words cascading down your spine and easing the tension it held like you were Atlas.

Tears poured from your eyes once more, soaking yet another redhead’s shirt until they were red and painfully puffy again. She pulled you away from her, moving so that she didn’t put any pressure on you except for the lightest of touches to take away your tears.

“You are too beautiful, too kind, and too caring to be shedding so many tears.” She whispered, analysing your face but in the best way possible.

“I believe you, my darling Y/N, because I know you hate to lie. You felt so guilty telling Thor about not eating one of his poptarts that you went out and bought him five boxes whilst apologising.”

You kicked out her legs and elbows and held her tightly on top of you, needing to feel something so that it could drive out the pressure in your lungs that felt like they would implode. She recognised it.

“I’ve got you.” She murmured, wrapping her arms around your back and pressing light kisses to your neck, ear and jaw.

“I’ve got you, my beautiful girl.”

After half an hour of simply holding her, you felt the pressure seep away, Natasha’s presence opening the valve of anxiety in your mind.

“I have to go see them for a family dinner.” You muffled into her shirt.

“See who, kotenok?” She replied, now brushing strands away from your face as you pulled away from her shoulder.

“My parents. My brother is out of town and my sister is in a tournament. It’s my father’s birthday tomorrow.” You spoke in as short a sentence as possible.

“I didn’t know you had a brother and a sister.” She cooed, letting her nails tickle the skin of your face as she traced everything.

“I’m the middle one.” You giggled softly.

“Well, maybe you can meet my little sister soon.”

You gasped, thankful you had found something to tear her focus away from you. “I want to know everything about her. Now.”

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Your hands fidgeted nervously in your lap as you looked out the window of the car, watching the signs go past and rearrange the numbers and letters in numerical and alphabetical order, creating patterns where someone seemingly didn’t see them. It was what got you into your ‘internship’, both truthfully and figuratively.

Tony had seen your genius whilst others saw a nuisance, asking you to help him from time to time and solving equations with ease.

“Did you know octopuses have three hearts?” You asked Natasha, your mind resorting to random facts as the numbers and letters game didn’t work to ease your nerves.

“No, I did not. What else is cool about octopuses, beautiful?” She took your closest hand subtly, watching the other one tap seemingly random patterns on your thigh.

“Well, the three hearts have jobs - two of them pump blood past the gills whilst the other heart’s blood goes to organs. Speaking of their blood, it’s actually blue. Another fact is that whilst their ink might not hurt humans, it is an irritant to most of their predators and can kill themselves if they stay in the cloud for too long. And speaking of killing-”

“Y/N.”

You only now noticed the car had stopped, glancing out to your left to see your family home.

“We’re here.” She murmured, noticing your hands start to shake.

“I can’t do this. What was I thinking? Adam’s taken the night shift off and Laura’s tournament isn’t for a week. This is for me, they want to talk to me-”

“Y/N/N, my sweet beautiful girl, you need to take a breath.” Natasha smiled warmly, kissing you to make you focus on your breathing.

“Promise you won’t leave me alone with one of them?” You asked as you pulled away.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” She nodded.

You stepped out of the car, thanking the chilly wind silently as it got you to the front door faster before Natasha knocked sharply on it.

“Y/N! Oh, we didn’t think you were coming!” Your mother, greeted you, hugging you tightly as you laughed.

But Natasha could finally hear the slightest difference in your tone, telling her you weren’t actually laughing.

“You know I wouldn’t miss Papa’s birthday, Mama.” You chuckled, stepping to the side.

“And this is Natasha, my-”

“It is lovely to meet you, dear!” She smiled at her, shaking her outstretched hand.

“Y/N is a great girl, you raised her well.” Natasha offered her best smile, but you had known for aeons that it was fake.

“Come in, come in! Get away from that cold wind!” Your father entered and you relaxed slightly at the sight of him; his joking and relaxed nature was a sharp and calming contrast to your mother’s.

Natasha took off your coat and hung it up on the rack, doing the same with hers whilst putting it on top of yours. She grinned widely at your choice in outfit - a simple pair of jeans and a shirt, but she had seen you exposed to her before and it made her feel special.

“Natasha, you don’t have any allergies, do you?” Your mother asked.

“No, ma’am.”

“Oh, please, we are past the point of that. I’m Diana, this is Joe.”

Natasha simply nodded and watched you cook beside your mother, noticing how you stood back mostly and scanned her continuously - she’d seen that look, because Steve had once yelled at you and looked at him like that for an entire week until she howled at him to apologise.

“Do you need any help with anything?” The Widow offered, but you shook your head quickly until her question was finished.

“What I wouldn’t give to have another daughter like you! Gain some notes from your friend, Y/N/N.”

Natasha already despised those two sentences, and it hadn’t even been three seconds since they came out of Diana’s lungs. She looked at you and gave you an eye-smile, letting you know that she took none of it to heart and she saw you relax slightly.

“Natasha, you like tennis, don’t you?” Joe called from the couch.

“Yes, I’ve seen Y/N play many times-”

“Great! Come and watch - it’s Serena Williams versus Maria Sharapova.” He cut her off, waiting until she sat down before he turned back to the game.

Dinner was quickly served and you brought Natasha a bowl of the curry dinner, only to go back and fetch yours. She looked confused and you shook your head silently, giving her a grave look.

It had been almost two hours and you hadn’t spoken a single word other than your greeting at the door.

“Oh, come on! Like that’s an injury.” Diana grumbled, watching as Serena called for a time out.

“Well, considering she is an elite athlete, injuries are suspected.” You commented, snarkily.

“You would know if you came to any of my tennis matches.” You muttered under your breath, unfortunately close enough to Natasha that she heard it.

“Taking in the fact that she only had a baby a few months ago, it’d be much harder to get back into the game without proper training.” Natasha added.

“I suppose that is a factor… but I mean, really? Look at that tummy…” Diana pointed out, the 4k screen good enough to show the toned stomach Serena had.

“And then look at Sharapova.” The screen changed and showed Maria checking on Serena, her stomach almost the same but she was a smaller woman than Serena in general.

“They are different people. Different people means different body types.” You countered.

“Yeah, but she could always lose a few kilos. Nobody wants to see that tummy.” Diana stated, a tone Natasha recognised as passive-aggressive.

You looked up from your half-finished dish and placed it to the side, only to feel your mother’s eyes on you.

“Finish your plate, Y/N M/N. There are starving children in this world who would kill to have your leftovers.” She huffed, waiting until you took the bowl back and began to continue, even though it made you feel sick.

Eventually, the game was cut short and Diana put on a show of her liking, even though you complained that you hated that show.

“Why, honey?” Natasha asked you softly.

“It’s homophobic.” You muttered out a whisper.

“It is not. These are the best clapbacks, and you ought to use a few of them, especially with those bullies from high school still around.” She countered, scoffing before chuckling along with Joe.

Natasha was not happy.

You crawled up against her, casting your eyes away from the screen and fiddling with her fingers that she happily let you do, knowing it helped to soothe you. And you were right - not only was the show homophobic, but the conversation your parents had fallen into was downright rude.

“So, you know how Y/N went to see that dietician when she was little? Well, it turns out that she was charged with medical fraud the other week and all of her diagnoses have been revoked!”

“So our little girl doesn’t have an eating disorder?” Joe asked, receiving a resounding nod from Diana.

“And that psychiatrist has been discredited; so Y/N isn’t depressed or anxious either!”

They both smiled happily before returning to the show, Natasha’s kettle long boiled. She stood up quickly after adjusting you to sit on your own, her eyes holding that same steel look you saw only last night.

“Y/N might be depressed, and anxious, and suffering with an ED, but you two are fucking psycho! You make all of these comments, these underlying conniving little comments, and you don’t see how it affects her!”

Diana glared at Natasha and the Widow immediately moved in front of you, shielding you with her body.

“You think you can come into my house and disrespect me? I gave her a home! I put food on the table, she got good grades, she was healthy and she was happy-”

“She doesn’t look happy to me! She’s not my sweet Y/N who likes to build me flower crowns! She’s not my girlfriend who talks happily about her hobbies! She shudders at the mere mention of you, and she had a panic attack last night because her room wasn’t spotless!”

Your mother made eye contact with you and her eyes grew with what you knew to be disappointment, but Natasha saw it as storming rage. “I taught you to be better than that.” She began to walk up to you and Natasha fell over the edge when you whimpered.

“No! You don’t get to talk to her like that!” She shoved your mother back, watching her stumble until she fell back into her spot on the couch.

“Nobody touches my wife and gets away with it.” Joe got up, and now you saw the anger in him.

It was pure anger, and you had seen it before. You saw it with your brother, when he would argue that it wasn’t his turn to do the dishes but his hair was pulled until he stood in front of the sink. You saw it with your sister, having her phone taken and smashed when she came home from a night out and didn’t respond, a genuine excuse that the bar had a no videography policy.

You turned to your mother, remembering the somewhat peaceful nights until she would come upstairs to your room and try to chat with you, only to tell you to clean everything otherwise she’d ground you for a month and steal your phone, even when you had worked your ass off to pay for it and its bill.

Anger built inside of you, just like it built inside of them. You pushed Natasha out of the way before you screamed, your power flooding outwards with your rage as it sent them flying back through the glass door to the backyard.

After your scream, you felt dizzy and Natasha caught you, throwing two solid punches to your parents’ faces to knock them out cold when they tried to come for your weakened state. She raced out and grabbed your coats, placing you in the passenger seat before redefining pedal to the metal as your father brought out a sniper rifle.

Her heart raced as she looked over at you, asking FRIDAY to take control as she slid you and herself into the back, holding you close as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

“I… What did I do?” You murmured, touching your face to see and feel nothing but tear stains.

“Easy, Y/N. You used a lot of energy in that scream.” Natasha cooed, holding you close.

She’d never seen you shake like this, ever. You were her happy bright girl, the sunshine to her rain only to make rainbows.

“It’s inside of me, Natasha. Their anger… I don’t want it. Please, Natasha, take it away…” You whimpered, feeling a loss of control since you had never done anything but bottle up your anger.

“It’s not. I have to believe that it’s not, Y/N, because you are nothing like them. They are the negatives that made you a positive.”

“I’m not in the mood for science jokes, Natasha.” You chuckled dryly, wiping away your tears before you winced.

“Let me.”

Natasha kissed your cheek softly before she pulled out the shard of glass with precision, kissing the wound that sat just underneath your eye.

“You are not a bad guy, Y/N, they are. I haven’t met Adam or Laura, but if they are anything like you, then I know they are good people.”

“They are.” You nodded weakly, feeling fatigue set in your bones.

“FRIDAY, go faster.” Natasha hurried, watching you fall unconscious.

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You woke up in your bed, a weight beside you as a sensation tickled the shell of your ear.

“Good morning, krasivaya.” Natasha cooed, kissing you softly as you recognised her raspy morning voice.

“Did you sleep okay?”

You shook your head, your voice not cooperating. You looked down as you felt an itch on your arm, seeing an IV drip and a bag hanging from a stand on the other side.

“You had me worried there for a second, malyshka.” Natasha joked, but you could hear the concern in her voice.

“Please don’t do that again. I can’t lose my beautiful Y/N.”

You nodded slowly, gesturing to the water on Natasha’s nightstand she had set aside for you especially. You drank it all and she gave you a cough drop afterwards, watching you sigh in relief.

“Thank you.” You croaked out, only for your eyes to widen.

“Don’t worry, they are under arrest. I know I should have asked, but I gave them everything you gave me and they said it was enough for at least 48 hours in a holding cell. They’ll have a psychiatrist look over my transcriptions of your voice recordings and your notes before they’ll determine a sentence. And if it’s not enough to get them into jail… the Avengers have ways of making battlegrounds dirty.”

You widened your eyes at Natasha, but she didn’t back down. “They hurt you. Nobody hurts the woman I love and gets away with it so easily.”

You sighed, knowing it was the best you’d get from your stubborn girlfriend. She brought her lips to yours and you kissed her lovingly, brushing your tongue against her bottom lip but she denied you entry.

“And we could always get Wanda to make them forget about you. Or maybe make Joe forget about Diana… He’s a good man, but he fell for the wrong woman.” She stated between kisses.

“I like that better than them being dead.”

Your phone rang from the side of the bed and you sat up weakly, answering the JAWS ringtone.

“Yes, Diana?”

“You are going to regret this.” She seethed from the other side.

“Aww, you wasted your call on me? How thoughtful.” You snarled, making Natasha’s eyes widen.

“We can fix this, Y/N/N. Joe left me last night and provided extra proof for the police… I could be out of your life forever.”

“Good. I haven’t wanted you in it since I came out.” You hung up to the sound of her wail, grinning as you looped your arms around Natasha and fell back into the bed.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“How about we watch She-Ra and I can gush at how you are so much like Catra?” You grinned, knowing she wouldn’t say no to you.

“Only if I get to adore you.” She shot back playfully, sticking her tongue out from the corner of her mouth.

“Don’t get all punny on me.”

“Hey, Y/N.” She spoke sultrily, just like the show’s antagonist and you blushed deeply.

“Stop it. Right now.”

“Cuddles for stopping…?” She pretended to think about it before pulling you in close, having your heartbeat rest on her chest.

“I’d trade anything for a moment with you.”

A/N - as always, leave a request and I’ll make it happen

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