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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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hi can I request a fic where Nat works as a teacher and catchs a bad cold/flu which is going round. Nat tries to teach as usual but her constant sniffling and sneezing is too much, then R gets a call from the Nurses office asking for her to come and pick Nat up. maybe using the prompts “Do you actually think I’ve had time to go out and get a flu-shot?” “It’s chaos here. I can’t just stop working because I have the sniffles.” and “Baby, I think this is more than just the sniffles.”

Nurse’s Office

〚 Notes – This was such a cute request that I had to do it literally as soon as possible. My brain was just full of ideas for this. I’ve gotten so many reqs too, I'm genuinely almost at 40 so I may have to close my inbox soon just so I don’t get overwhelmed with them all! Slightly desperate to feedback on this too! I think it’s the longest fic I’ve done :) 〛

〚 Summary - Nat loves her job as a teacher, she gives it her all but it seems she has a lesson to learn when it comes to taking care of herself. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 4310 〛

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Nat was sure she felt fine earlier that morning but as she sat hunched over her desk, she couldn’t help but squint as the overhead light shone down directly into her eyes. Looking over her lesson plan for the day, she sighed. First period was the youngest class of students that she taught and it was safe to say they were a handful. Glancing over to the main clock on the wall, Natasha realised she didn’t have long before her students were due to arrive. At least she didn’t have a lot to set out, she’d stayed late the previous night to photocopy some worksheets and papers.

Walking round the room, Nat made sure every student had the correct worksheet on their desk, she was just placing the final paper down when she felt a sudden prickle in her sinuses. Twitching her nose only amplified the annoying itch and Nat knew she was going to-

“Hi’kkshiew!”

Natasha buried her face into her elbow as she sneezed, sniffling slightly afterwards. As she sniffled Nat felt the familiar feeling of congestion begin to settle in her sinuses and quickly came back to her desk to grab a tissue. The sound of a loud bell rung as Nat swiped a few from the box and she’d just finished blowing her nose when students began to fill the room.

She took a moment to gaze around the classroom and was greeted by twenty-seven rowdy children. It wasn't the first time she'd felt anxious, when standing infront of class. Nat wouldn’t call herself an experienced teacher just yet, she’d been working at this school since graduating almost 4 years ago but even so, she still had her moments of doubt.

She opened her mouth to say a cheery ‘good morning’ only the words got caught in her throat, leading her to cough to a little. She thought nothing of it though, simply clearing her throat a few times before continuing her greeting, trying hard to ignore the growing pain at the back of her throat.

“...so today we’ll be looking at genetics. Does anyone know what DNA is?” She looked around among the raised hands before calling on a student, “yes?”

The student gave a pretty good answer and Nat nodded in agreement.

“Ah, well done, that’s correct. The only thing I need to add is that DNA is made up – Hh- of a double hel-Hh'tshiew! Oh, excuse me!” Nat had to fight to stop herself from blushing red with embarrassment as she sneezed down against her wrist.

Natasha rubs her eyes and her sinuses in unison, wiping at the wetness that trails from her nose. A sudden pain throbs deep within her throat, behind her sternum. And hacking, wheezing cough sent left her leaning against her desk as she tried to compose herself.

The students chuckle to themselves as they shift in their seats. One boy turns to whisper something to his friend, and they both giggle at Natasha. The boy behind him—the one who had answered the question—looks her in the eye and laughs. Natasha's skin stings, but she refuses to let it bother her. "What?" she asks. "What is so funny?"

She sends them a glare, instantly silencing them before continuing on with her lesson,

Only throughout the hour, that pain at the back of her throat only grows worse and she’s beginning to sniffle repetitively. The room feels heavier—hotter—and her vision is dimming slightly.

But still Nat pushes through, and by the time the bell rings to dismiss the class, she’s exhausted. Her voice is failing fast and her throat is quickly being shredded with her increasing sneezes. In the small 5-minute window between lessons Nat had already gone through 8 tissues and that number only increased from there.

Second period soon came. The school bell chimed again and soon enough, her second class of the day came flooding in, their loud chatter striking a painful throb through her temples.

Natasha didn’t even bother to try and talk instead; she scrolled through her computer’s files to find a relevant video to play on the projector. The video barely got 5 minutes into in before Nat had to quickly scramble to grab a tissue before sneezing loudly.

"Bless you!" a boy piped up in response, he's wearing a bright orange sweatshirt. His legs swinging back and forth under the desk. "Are you okay Mrs Romanoff? Do you have that bug that’s going round?”

Natasha coughs into her elbow, the sound making several students visibly recoil, “I'm fine thank you.” She tries to muster up her best reassuring smile but it seems nobody is convinced.

The students exchange uneasy glances amongst themselves as their teacher held her head in her hands. Nat grimaced, she could feel her skin breaking out into a sweat beneath her blouse and her vision is beginning to fade in and out as the room grows hotter and hotter. Even the noise from the ongoing video seems somewhat distorted as she tries desperately to not disturb anyone any further but the urge to sleep was almost overbearing and Nat could feel her eyes slowly drifting closed…

“Mrs Romanoff?” A recognisable voice pulled Natasha from her slumber as she blinked groggily giving a little groan at the pressure which had settled behind her eyes. She tried to sniffle but was met with a snuffly noise of congestion, “Mrs Romanoff?”

Nat blinked up, as she tried to shield her eyes from the lights overhead, had they somehow gotten even brighter? Looking up Nat saw the worried face of her colleague, Miss Leslie. Miss Leslie was older than Nat but they’d both been hired around the same time and the two of them had developed a fairly close relationship – it helped that they both shared an office space too - so it wasn’t unusual for either of them to quickly stop by in each other's classes but this time was different.

The loud background chatter of Nat’s students was almost too much for her to handle, “Quiet!” Natasha tried to sound authoritative but her voice came out in a weary rasp, barely audible to anyone other than her close by colleague.

“Natasha?” Miss Leslie spoke in a hushed voice, “One of your students just came into my class and said that I had to come back with him immediately. Natasha, I’m not surprised he did. You look awful honey. Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine.” Nat mumbled, “Just a little tired. I just need to get through the rest of this lesson then I’ll drink some coffee or something.” She sniffled, feeling her nose begin to run again.

Miss Leslie’s concerned eyes looked over Nat again then to her students, “Forget coffee, you sound like you need to be in bed. You caught whatever gross bug thats been sweeping its way round this place?”

“I’m fine, absolutely per-Hh- Hhet’tshoo! Hush’tshoo!”

“No Natasha, you’re not. Seriously, go back to our office, I’m taking over for you.” Miss Leslie’s voice was firm in her words as she urged the redhead to stand, not missing the way she swayed in place, “Go sit down, I’ll be there soon.”

Miss Leslie’s hand came to grip Natasha’s shoulder as she helped her up out of the seat, her careful eyes watching over the redhead as she wordlessly shuffled out of the room and towards her office.

Nat wasn’t even sure how much time had passed when the door to her office swung open, letting in a cold breeze with it. She didn’t bother to look over, she didn’t bother to look anywhere, hell, even just opening her eyes hurt. Everything was a blur.

There was a voice somewhere in the room though she couldn’t quite make out any words. Everything felt muffled. Nat barely even registered the fact that her colleague had come to squat down beside her until she felt the touch of a hand clasp her forehead lightly.

“Oh honey, this isn’t good.” The concerned voice of Miss Leslie sighed, only then did Nat find the strength to look up at the worried face of her colleague, “You’re way too hot.”

“Leslie? What are you doing?” Nat mumbled as she forced herself to sit upright, the room spinning as she did so, “What about the class?”

“They're on break. Its 11pm, didn’t you hear the bell?” 

Nat shrugged, no, she definitely did not hear any bell. She was about to get up when she felt that familiar prickle in her sinuses forcing her to quickly swivel around in her chair to avoid sneezing all over her colleague.

“Hh’iishoo! hHeh’ktshhiiew!”

“Bless you.” The older woman replied as she squeezed the redhead’s shoulder, “You aren’t seriously thinking about going back to class still?” She asked in shock as the younger teacher went to pick up her files.

“I have too, I have my upper-years next and we’re already behind schedule, theres so-“ Nat broke off from her teary rambles with a loud barking cough, it felt as if her chest was constricting with every breath.

“Natasha you can’t go on like this, we’ve both seen how many bugs and germs are spreading round this place. Hell, we’re basically working in a petri-dish and I know we’re meant to push through when we’re not feeling too well for the sake of the kids but Nat, you really shouldn’t be here.”  The older woman sighed deeply as she lectured the younger teacher.

“I- I just feel like everything’s going wrong today.” The redhead finally admitted as she wiped at her teary eyes, “I felt fine this morning and now-“ She sniffled thickly, unable to breathe properly through her stuffy nose.

“I know, I know.” The older woman sympathised as the younger teacher went to grab some tissues from the box on her desk, “Maybe we should let the nurse take a look at you.”

Nat sent her a look, “I don’t really think that’s necessary. It’ll just waste her time.” She sighed wearily as she rubbed at her temples again. That congestion really wasn’t helping her headache at all.

“Honey, I mean no offence by this at all but you’re a mess. I’ve never seen you like this and quite frankly it’s a little worrying, so please? Let me put my mind at rest, go and see the nurse Natasha.”

Natasha took another tissue as another set of raspy coughs choked up through her throat. God I really am a mess. Nat admitted to herself. Her throat feels like a lump of coal and she swore she could almost feel the fluid in her sinuses sloshing about like stagnant sludge. Just to avoid her co-worker's concerned stare, she reached to the desk beside her and grabs a pen, feebly scribbling onto a sticky note.

To Substitute,

Textbooks are in the back cupboard. Get the upper-years to read page 18 and answer the questions using correct exam technique. Put an educational film on for the younger ones. Email me if needed.

- Mrs Romanoff

Miss Leslie gave Nat a nod as she read over the sticky note which had been pressed into her hand – though she did discreetly scribble out the final sentence when Nat’s back was turned, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure everything goes smoothly. Now come on, let me give you a hand getting to the nurse's office. I doubt you’ll make it on your own...”

"Thanks..." Nat mutters as Leslie props her up, helping her hobble down the hallway. She grips onto the older lady's arm, feeling as though she'd collapse any second. Her lungs burn and her brain is hazy. She tries to focus, to listen to what Leslie's saying... but everything feels so far away. It's as though it's happening through the lenses of a camera. Every time she blinks, the hallway spins a little faster. Her legs are like lead weights, her arms limp noodles, and she doesn't stop shivering. All around her are the confused stares of students, not used to seeing their usually so resilient teacher being helped down the hallway but Nat doesn’t notice, she hears only a dull, thudding heartbeat as her skin tingles with fever.

〘✧〙

You day had been pretty boring. You’d finished all your work so you had just been sitting at your desk, scribbling away on Microsoft Paint on the computer infront of you, you were halfway through drawing a little picture of a flower when the screen of your phone lit up as it began to vibrate from across the table. Snatching your attention, you picked up the device and looked at the number displayed on the incoming call, unknown. Strange. You tried to think back to see if you could remember anyone that had been meaning to call you recently but you came up with nothing so with a shrug, you pressed on the little green button and accepted the call.

“Hello? Is this Y/N speaking?” A friendly voice came through the phone, an older woman by the sound of it.

“Hi, yes, it is. Can I help you?” You replied, trying to see if you could recognise the voice.

“This is the nurse speaking, from Natasha’s school. Natasha’s actually here with me right now, she’s not feeling very well at all. Is it possible for you to come and collect her?”

“Nat’s sick?” Your mouth dropped open in surprise, she had seemed fine that morning, “okay, I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

The call ended and you quickly gathered up your things before rushing over to your boss's office to explain the situation. He didn’t have an issue with you leaving, especially since you’d already gotten the day's work done, infact he even told you to take the rest of the day off – he knew you’d only be worried sick if you came back. You said a very grateful thankyou before jogging out of your office towards the company car park, quickly starting the ignition and driving off in the direction of Nat’s school.

You made sure to park close to the entrance as you entered the school grounds. With a swift click of your keys, you locked your car and headed towards the entrance. The school Nat taught at was nice, that’s one of the reasons Nat loved teaching so much, the campus was great. Entering the reception, a young-looking brunette smiled at you over from the desk, her nametag reading ‘Miss Sharp’.

“Hi, I got a call from the nurse to come pick up Mrs Romanoff.” You explained politely and a knowing look flashed across the receptionist's face.

“Oh, you’re Natasha’s wife! It’s lovely to meet you finally, I’ve heard great things about you,” The receptionist smiled as you blushed slightly, “Why on earth she decided to come in today is a mystery to me, I'm not surprised that you’re here to take her home. Anyway, the nurse's office is just through the main doors, take a right and then keep going down the hall. It’s a white door, you can't miss it.”

You flashed her a grateful smile, “Thank you so much.”

“No problem!”

The sound of the school bell rang as you approached the white door at the end of the corridor, getting closer you could see the distinct label of ‘Nurse’s Office’ displayed beside the door. You knocked on the door lightly and waited until you heard a faint voice call “Come in.”

Opening the door, you were greeted by a kind, elderly face. Her nametag simply read, ‘Cindy’.

“Mrs Romanoff’s wife? Y/N? Is that correct?” She asked.

“Yes, that’s right.,” You replied with a nod, but the rough sound of pained coughing came from round the corner just beyond your sight, and you hoped to God that Nat wasn’t the one making it, ”You called me about Nat?”

Cindy seemed to pick up on the worried tone slipping into your voice as you spoke, “I did. She’s been adamant on working, but I’ve kept her here for the last hour or so,” The next sound you recognised, you winced at the sound of Nat’s desperate sneezes which echoed through the office, “Poor dear... She’s been like that the whole time; I hate to think that she’s been teaching in that condition. She’s just through here.”

As Cindy rounded the corner and motioned for you to follow, you felt your shoulders drop upon recognising Nat. Her back was resting against the wall as she sat on a bed. The light pink blouse that she had left in earlier that morning was sitting at the end of the bed, only now the blouse was noticeably damp in certain areas and she was now dressed in a loose-fitting black t-shirt with the school's emblem embellished on the front.

“Natasha!” You gasped, quickly scurrying to her side as you reached up to cup her feverish cheek, "Baby, you're completely burning up." You whispered as you looked over her flushed face and wet neck. The warmth of her skin spread to your fingers as you reached up to place your palm against her forehead, prompting you to bite your lip nervously.

“She hasn’t let me take her temperature yet,” Cindy sighed, shaking her head in disapproval, “I was hoping you’d convince her otherwise.”

“Nat...” You frowned as you crossed your arms, you voice taking on a serious tone. You took a firm grip on Natasha's cheek, so she’d look you in the eye and her head tilts to the side in a gesture of mild defiance. The tip of your thumb traces her cheekbone. "Nat, you're so warm, we need to know what your temp is so we can help you feel better. Please?”

“Fine.” Natasha’s voice comes out in a throaty rasp, it’s the first time you’ve heard her speak and you definitely didn’t like how she sounded at all. If she had sounded anything like how she currently did earlier that morning, you would’ve practically forced bed rest upon her... Speaking of though, why hadn’t Nat seemed ill this morning?

Cindy nodded appreciatively towards you as she went to retrieve the thermometer from her desk. It was the old type of one and she instructed Natasha to place it beneath her tongue as you asked the burning question, “How long have you felt sick for ‘Tasha, tell me the truth.”

Nat thought for a moment, in all honestly, it had all her hit at once. She had felt a little sluggish this morning sure, but it was nothing compared to how she felt now. When Nat went to voice this, she interrupted by the frantic itching of her nose. Despite trying to hold back the tickle, she only had seconds to quickly snatch the device out from her mouth before sneezing down into her cupped hands.

“Hah’hishoo! Hhih-tschiew! Hh-Hi'TshhIEW”

“Goodness, bless you honey.”

You expected Nat to put the thermometer back in her mouth, but she kept her hands cupped over her mouth; her eyes slightly wider than earlier as she looked towards you then down to the tissue box over on the table beside the bed. You knew instantly what she wanted, and she sent you a pitiful look as you handed her a tissue. You waited until she’d finished to pick up the nearby trashcan and you held it up so that she could throw her soggy tissue away.

“So, how long has it been?” You repeated once Nat had settled back down.

She shrugged a little, “I was a little tired this morning before I left, but it mainly hit after I got in, it all seemed to come at once.”

You looked over to Cindy to see if this was even possible and she was giving an understanding nod, “That’s how the flu tends to come on I’m afraid. It usually hits pretty hard and fast. Can you finish taking your temperature for me though poppet?” The nurse kindly urged, picking up the thermometer and holding it to her mouth. Nat saw no point in arguing. It’d only end with you getting annoyed with her so reluctantly she opened and held the device beneath her tongue.

"38.9," Cindy comments after a moment, turning the thermometer upside down to observe the final reading, "Oh, bless. You should’ve stayed home today dear."

The way her head slumps forward in her exhaustion is heart breaking. She looks utterly miserable as she weakly excuses, “It’s chaos here. I can’t just stop working because I have the sniffles. There's already so many students off sick so I’m having to set all the catch-up work and then th-Hh-theres the overdue –Hih- inspectio-HH-Heh’iishioo! H-Heh..Heh’kshuu!”

“Poor thing bless you, but I’m sorry baby, I think this is more than just the sniffles.” You pouted sympathetically as you sat down beside her, and in response Nat let her tired head come to rest against you, “you’re working yourself way too hard.”

“Sniffles? Deary me, I’ve seen so many cases of flu this week Mrs Romanoff, and you’ve got one of the worst I’ve seen by far. Like I said, the flu usually comes on pretty fast, it fits your symptoms.” Cindy sighed as Nat began to cough roughly, her lungs making an awful chesty sound and you could practically hear how the congestion in her chest shifted, “I see your flu shot did nothing to help though.”

“About that... I haven’t got one yet” Nat admitted with a wet sniffle as she brought her hand to her temple, trying to get some relief from the throbbing in her head.

"Nat." You whispered, disappointment and pity seeping into your words as you nudged her gently with your elbow. She shifts as she sniffles against your shoulder, staring up at you with a hint of blearily defiance. You tilt her chin up, and she's looking back at you with a mix of exhaustion and guilt. "We've been over this. I told you to go and get one weeks ago. It’s important.”

Both you and Cindy sighed as Nat sneezed again, “Do you actually think I’ve had time to go out and get a flu-shot? She only paused to accept the tissues that you’d reached forward and grabbed for her, “I’ve just been so busy lately, I guess I forgot about it.”

"You didn't forget. You just prioritized other things." Cindy spoke up, her friendly tone being replaced by a stern motherly edge as she chided your wife.

It seemed Nat hadn’t heard that tone being used by her before, you noticed that her lip trembled a little at the voice and how her eyes drifted towards the floor at the sharp reminder that she could have protected herself against the virus. She shifts and rests her arms at her front, folding them as she mutters a quiet, “I'm sorry."

The way your heart squeezed at seeing her pout was indescribable, and the sight of her slightly-teary gave you no choice other than to wrap your arms around her shoulders and pull her in for a tight hug, your fingers combing through the softness of her hair as you whispered, "It's okay, moya lyubov, It's okay."

“You should make sure she gets lots of rest and fluids, keep her hydrated.” Cindy instructed as she came to give your shoulder a much-needed comforting squeeze, you weren't exactly doing the greatest job of hiding your worry, “She’ll be okay dear, Mrs Romanoff just needs to learn when to give in and let herself rest instead of running herself ragged.”

“It won't happened again...” The redhead mumbled apologetically as you helped her stand with a supporting hand before giving in to your urge to pick up your feverish wife, supporting her carefully in your strong arms.

“I’ve got you baby,” You whispered, kissing her forehead when she leant it against your shoulder, hiding her face in the crook of your neck, “Thank you so much for calling me, I really appreciate you looking after her.” You gave a genuine smile to the elderly nurse as she went to hold the door open for you.

“It’s not a problem at all. It’s my job to take care of people, be they students or stubborn teachers.” Cindy smiled as you said your final thankyous and goodbyes.

You said another goodbye to the kind lady in the reception as she buzzed the door to let you out but not before letting her know that Nat wouldn’t be in work for the next week or so. It was a good job you’d decided to park close to the door, it meant you were quickly able to get Nat out of the windy weather and into the warmth of your car. Setting her door in the passenger seat, you reached across to buckle in her seat belt, placing another gentle kiss to her forehead, your touch bringing a sense of comfort to the fevered woman. Natasha had to turn her head away from you as she sneezed down into the collar of the fabric of the cotton t-shirt and you regretted not thinking to bring any tissues with you.

“Bless you my love. You’ll be okay, I promise. We’ll get you home in no time, okay?” Your tone was soft as you closed the passenger door and came round to the driver's side. Sitting down in your seat, you made sure Nat was comfortable before starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. You both wanted to get home as soon as possible.

“Thank you for coming to get me.” Nat mumbled tiredly as she let her head come to rest on the window, the coolness of the glass providing some comfort against the heat blazing through her.

“Don’t worry about it my love, I’m sorry you’re so sick.” You replied as you speedily drove down the empty streets, “We’ll get you feeling better soon, okay?”

“Okay.”

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auroracalisto · 1 year

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So... Now that it's January 1st officially... I have my first ask for your 2,000 follower celebration. 😊 But first I need to say again, congratulations! 🎉 You're amazing, and you deserve each and every one of your followers. 💖

For the celebration, can I get a blurb with Natasha or Steve and this prompt "Oh, sweetheart, you're too good for this world."

thank you! and i'm so very sorry for how late this is. i appreciate you! here's a little piece of domestic fluff <33

"Oh, sweetheart," she said, hands gently cupping your cheeks as her lips pressed to your forehead. "You're too good for this world."

You looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. You were still in your pajamas, hair showing evidence of your weekend sleep (the kind you only get when you have absolutely nothing planned for the day).

"What are you talking about?" you asked, arms crossed over your chest.

"Shh," Nat pressed a kiss to your lips, grinning. "Just let me savor the moment."

How often did she have the mere minutes of an hour just to glorify the love she had for you? Between work and her personal endeavors, she tried her hardest to make it known how dearly she loved you, even if it meant teasing you in the early hours of your day.

Natasha smiled at you once more before she stood up, hands gently clasping on your shoulders.

"How do waffles sound?"

"Incredible," you said with a smile, lips once again meeting with Nat's.

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observeowl · 1 year

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Moonlight N.R

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: After being injected with a serum, R have a unique allergy that prevents her from going out at night

Natasha POV It was early morning when Fury brought in the new recruit. All training was postponed when we received the announcement. Fury told us she managed to escape Hydra during an airstrike and chaos but unfortunately, while escaping, she breathed in the vapour from the destroyed laboratory chemicals and ended up gaining power. While her power was not as strong as they intended it to be, she still suffers from the side effects of it. She was so close to escaping as a human being with some trauma from the kidnapping but now she has to suffer through the side effects as well.

"Right, everyone's here." Fury said when he walked in with the new recruit. She stood slightly behind Maria as she got introduced. "This is Y/N Y/L/N, she'll be starting in the lowest rank and hopefully become a full fledged member before dying."

"Nice meeting all of you." Y/N finally said when Fury and Maria left.

"Likewise. We only got your name and a little bit of yourself from Fury. Mind telling us about your abilities?" Steve asked. Everyone was equally curious about what she has in store for us.

She nodded before saying. "My power involves shadow manipulation." But obviously none of us got what she meant and tilted our head slightly.

"For example." She looked around before turning off one of the lights. "Try moving your legs." She nodded towards Steve.

I saw Steve trying to move his legs. He tried his hardest but he was only able to twist his torso and bend his knees. "I- I can't"

"That's because I used your shadow and got a hold of your legs." She explained. "But if it gets too bright then I wouldn't be able to use my power since no shadow would be formed."

"Nice of you to join us." Steve said and told her where her room would be located. After a rough tour, we went for the training that we we're supposed to attend.

Your POV Steve told us I was going to fight with all of them so everyone can get a feel of how I fight and so do I. In the end, I got posted with Sam as my buddy since my fighting style is more of assisting rather than aggressive. Especially since my hands are out of commission when I use my power. Steve, Thor and Natasha were the toughest to defeat, not only because they were better at hand to hand combat but when I did manage to strike a punch, my fist hurts like hell.

Apart from that, I also like knife throwing. It's just something satisfying that I am able to throw something with a strong enough force to kill someone.

"Y/N, the team is heading out for dinner, do you want to join us?" Steve asked after everyone had rested from the training session.

"I'll just stay behind, I'll order pizza or something." I declined his offer.

"Steve, you don't have to be so serious when asking someone to join the team event. But seriously, you don't want to join us? The whole team is going. If it's about cash, you don't have to worry about that. I got it covered." Tony said, pulling Steve slightly behind to speak.

"Thank you, but I'm really okay staying behind."

A couple weeks passed and things were going really well. It's similar to school if you think about it. The main bulk of 'studying' would be training and learning about how to improve my power, I do that with Wanda and Vision occasionally accompanying her. After that's done, I'm free to go anywhere or join the others. But I'm usually at my computer playing games.

Natasha has been coming to observe my sessions with Sam. She usually makes snarky remarks with Sam while I enjoy their bantering.

"Can I talk to you for a moment, Y/N?" Natasha said when my training with Sam ended. I nodded and walked towards her. Before I was able to take my water bottle, she had already unscrew the cap and passed it to me. I mumbled a small thanks before asking her what she wanted to talk about.

"Nothing much, just wanted to ask if you wanted to go have some dinner with me."

"Dinner?" I asked. She nodded her head in confirmation.

"Can we maybe have breakfast or lunch? I'm free tomorrow if you are." I didn't want to go for dinner but I feel bad if I just declined her straight away.

"S-sure. You're busy around dinner time?"

"Not really, I'm not a fan of going out at night."

"I'll see you for lunch, is that okay?" She questioned and I gave her the green light. After Natasha left the training room, I threw some knives to cool down from the fight I had with Sam before picking them out and heading to my room for a shower.

Natasha POV I finally plucked up my courage after consulting with Maria and she swerved out of it. But at least we get to have lunch together tomorrow. Why is it so hard to ask her out for dinner? Oh well, it gives me more time to prepare myself.

"So, how did it go?" Maria asked as she sat on the edge of my bed and waited for my answer. I only shook my head and sighed.

"She declined dinner but asked for lunch instead. I wasn't sure if she understood my intention." I flopped face first onto my bed. It went way different compared to what I imagined in my head.

"You still got yourself something in the end. If you're not sure if she understood your mind, just tell her before going. That way you'll have a nicer time during lunch if she agrees." Maria stated as she stood by the door ready to leave.

"But what if she rejects? It's going to be so awkward." I sat up properly and looked at Maria before she left.

"Then just don't go at all!" I should definitely get a second opinion, I'm not too sure the one I went for gave me good advice or a cookie cutter solution.

I didn't really sleep that night. I had a couple hours enough to function but I kept thinking about if I should tell Y/N how I feel about her before or after the meal. I didn't even notice that I was still laying in bed until Wanda came and asked me if I was going down for breakfast.

Y/N was already there eating her breakfast and gave me a small nod when I entered.

"Where should I wait for you for lunch later?" Y/N asked when the majority of the team left after eating.

"U-uh, I'll knock on your door."

"Someone got herself a date!" Wanda squealed since she was on dish duty today. I quickly shushed her and checked if Y/N was nearby to hear her.

"She doesn't seem to know it." I said dejectedly.

"Then it's your job to tell her." I groaned when I received the same advice as Maria gave me yesterday.

"I know, I got it. I still have a few hours so stop pestering me." I was already very nervous going into this and people rushing me is not helping. I've never done this before so all this is very foreign to me.

I went through in my head what I wanted to say to her but none of them seem right. I kept changing a few words here and there but it keeps getting worse. I didn't want to scare her off or make things awkward between us but it's so hard to strike a balance.

Time passed faster than I think it normally did and I found myself taking a few deep breaths before getting myself ready to knock on her door.

"Y/N?" I psyched myself into knocking and dealing with the consequences later.

"Give me a sec!" She shouted before opening the door. "Hi."

"Hey, you look great." I greeted. She was wearing the standard denim jeans and white tee but man was she looking gorgeous.

"Thanks, you too." I stood at her door and we stared at each other at her door, none of us made a move to do anything until Y/N cleared her throat.

"Uhh.." I scratched my head. "I just want to say that I was asking you out on a date if you don't mind. Or if not, we can just have a regular lunch. Or if you're really not feeling it, we can cancel this whole thing-"

I was cut off with Y/N stepping forward and holding my hand. I stepped aside so she was able to come out of her room. "I don't mind. Do you have anywhere you planned to go?"

"Uhh, I was planning to bring us to the cafe nearby, I heard it has good reviews. But if you'd rather go somewhere we can." I started rambling again.

"No it's alright. I like trying new things." She smiled and started dragging me to the elevator. She asked if we were walking or taking my car before pressing the button on the elevator for the garage.

Towards the end of the lunch date, I felt so relieved. I never thought it would go so well. It really shocked me when Y/N took my hand like it was the easiest thing to do. The lunch is going great so far and she was really kind with the waitress. We talked a lot about her life before she got kidnapped by Hydra and it seems like she's quite an active person with a good amount of friends. It begs the question, she was always declining invites from the team to head out for dinner so I thought she was uncomfortable eating outside but this proved me wrong.

"This may seem like a weird question but why do you always decide to stay in the compound when there's team dinner?" I watched as her expression turned solemn and placed down her fork and knew this was a sensitive topic for her. "I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I quickly added.

She sighed and gave a small smile. "It's nothing really. Ever since I got the power, I kinda get allergic to the moonlight. Once the moon is out, it gets harder to breathe and I start to black out."

"I see. What a shame, the night view can be really fascinating." I called for the bill to be paid.

"Yeah, but it's an okay price to pay to stay alive."

We walked out of the café and were ready to go back to the compound when I saw the excited look on Y/n's face. "Do you want to go anywhere else? I'm free for the whole day."

"Can we go to the arcade? I haven't been there for a long time!" She asked excitedly.

"Yeah, we can go anywhere you want today." I looked at her like she's the best thing that happened to me because she is. She makes me look forward to each new day.

Your POV Things were going great with Natasha. She was understanding about the hindrance of not being able to go out at night and made it up with spending the time outside in the morning or afternoon and just relaxing in the compound at night.

After a few dates with Natasha, she asked me to be my girlfriend and I said yes.

The team figured out about our relationship when they started realising that we started heading out more together, as compared to the usual preference of staying in the compound.

I tried introducing Natasha into joining me playing Call of Duty during our nights in and we can go up to 3 hours or more playing on the console. Sometimes I would be playing while Natasha was working on her reports.

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The dates I have been on with Natasha have been great. After learning about my interest in arcades, she made it her mission to bring me to different arcades around and find those that have unique games.

There was one machine that was really fascinating. It has cuffs that wrap around your wrists and ankles so it was able to detect movement and transfer it to the game. Most people use their all when playing but the trick was to use minimal movement because speed was not incorporated in the game. It's the same as playing on the console. Pressing it hard isn't going to make your player hit harder.

It was actually Maria who found the arcade and told Nat to bring me there. So that's where we are now. Maria decided to join us on this trip but told us she'll leave us alone for the date, she was just here to release some pent up energy at some racing game.

Someone was using the machine and we waited for our turn. It was a player vs player game so Nat took the other seat when it was our turn. Of course, Nat won the first match and I grumbled because she was good at everything. She always masters things really easily. We left the seat to queue again since there was a line waiting.

While waiting, Nat went to get us some drinks and snacks from the counter. Each round lasted about 7 minutes so there was still some time before it was our turn again.

Finally after waiting, we were finally the next people in line.

"Get out of the way. This is my spot." Someone pushed me aside and took the seat that I was going to sit on, causing the drinks on my hand to spill on the floor.

People around started murmuring, recognising the guy that was obnoxious. "Isn't that Lucas?" // "He's the number one on the game."

Without caring about the commotion, he swiped his card and started the game choosing the character he was famous for. Nat noticed I was standing instead of playing against her and stood up to check things out.

"Hey! It's not your turn. So why don't you queue up like the rest over there?" Nat dragged the guy out of his seat and dropped him to the floor.

He chuckled and stood up. "I don't think you get it. That seat over there is mine." Hearing this, Nat drew a punch and hit him in his jaw.

"And real life is mine." Nat glared at him until I pulled her away as we were gathering quite a crowd. I didn't want to cause trouble that I can avoid. I saw Maria standing amongst the crowd and plead for her to come and persuade Nat to get out of here. She didn't want to leave without putting him in his place and gave him one last kick in his shin before leaving.

"Why did you pull me out? He's a dick for doing that to you." Nat huffed when we dragged her out of the arcade.

"I know. It's okay. We can come another time when he's not here." I tried calming Nat down. "Come on, let's eat. I'm hungry. Maria, you coming?" She nodded and we proceeded to some ramen shop for lunch.

Third POV After lunch, it was time to head back and they walked towards Nat's car feeling very satisfied about the food. It even managed to stop Nat from rambling about how much he hated that guy from earlier and even suggested that Tony should buy over the game and ban him from playing ever.

"Why can't I sit in front?" Maria complained as we reached Nat's car.

"Because you're not my girlfriend. It's as simple as that." Nat said as she unlocked the car.

"Agent Romanoff?" They heard a female voice and footsteps approaching, causing them to turn their heads and see that Dorothy was waving at them.

"Heading back to the compound?" She asked.

"Yeah that's right."

"That's great! Can you give me a ride? I need to head to SHIELD."

Nat looked unsure as she knows that Dorothy has a crush on her and she didn't want to make Y/N uncomfortable. "I don't know about that. I need to send Y/N and Maria back to the compound." She politely declined.

From the back, Maria could see the same face Y/N made when she was at the arcade. The face of being wronged and as if her jaw lost its muscle as she was unable to keep her smile up. "Nat, it's alright. We can give her a ride." Maria stepped forward and placed a hand on Dorothy's shoulder.

"Thanks. I like to sit in the front so I don't get carsick." Without a care in the world, she pushed Y/N out of the way and got in the passenger seat happily going to buckle herself in until a hand reached forward to help her.

"What a coincidence, I love to sit in front too." Maria smirked at her as she buckled her in. Dorothy turned and looked at the back to see Natasha holding Y/N all cozy in the back. Nat gave her a cocky smile and said.

"I hope you don't get carsick. Or you'll see the bill getting deducted from your pay."

After Maria dropped Nat and Y/N at the compound, Dorothy miraculously decided that she had somewhere else to be at and left as soon as the car was parked in the garage.

"Thanks Maria." Y/N said as soon as the back of the lady was gone.

"It's not a problem Y/N. She needs to learn her place."

"Y/N." Nat held her hand and took her attention. "I have a surprise for you but I need to set it up in your room." She softly explained.

"Do you mind if you stay in my room until it's done? I've already moved the console to mine so you can hang there until I'm done?"

Y/N chuckled and nodded her head. "How long do you think you're going to take?" She whined when Nat dropped her off at her room.

"Two hours tops. But to see the actual surprise is still going to be a long time."

"Kiss." Y/N pucked her lips and requested for having to be alone for such a long time. Nat cupped her cheeks and compiled giving her a kiss until oxygen became a problem.

"I'll try to be quick."

With that, Nat retreated into Y/N's room and locked the door making sure no one could enter.

Y/N on the other hand, quickly grew bored of playing COD while waiting for the surprise to be revealed. She had played a few rounds of warzone but she couldn't concentrate as she kept thinking about what Nat was doing that would require her to take this long in her room.

Finally giving up on waiting, she went knocking on her door asking if Natasha was nearly finished. She was done with what she needed to do but she told Y/N could wait by the door as she was almost done. She just needed to do a bit of tinkering and adjusting to make everything right.

When Nat was done, she went to open the door not knowing Y/N was placing her forehead on the door. Y/N fell forward not expecting the sudden movement and failed to balance herself.

"Woah." Nat caught her before she fell face first to the floor.

"S-sorry." She steadied herself as Nat put her on her feet.

"It's alright. I like that you're falling for me." She teased. "Right. The surprise is ready but we have to wait until it's night to show you." She pulled Y/N to her bed and cuddled together while watching a movie to pass time.

"What did you do to my room?" Y/N looked around but was unable to see anything amiss. Nat had her lips sealed and refused to give anything away.

"Just be patient sweetheart."

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Finally, after some nap and dinner, Nat was ready to reveal what she had done. Y/N sat on her bed as instructed and looked at Nat as she began connecting something to the projector. The curtain in her room was shut to prevent the moonlight from shining in.

"Okay, got it." Nat said and took a remote Y/N has never seen before. "I enlisted the help of Tony and Peter for this." She pressed a button on the remote and the projector displayed something against the curtain causing the lady to turn away and close her eyes.

"Hey hey, it's okay. It's not real, it's not going to do any harm to you. You can open your eyes." Nat reassured her girlfriend. Slowly, she peeled open her eyes and took in her surroundings. On the curtain, where the projector was shining was the scene of the night sky. The streets with the lights on and how the lights on the building showed the outline. Most importantly, she was able to see the moon hanging in the sky.

"Y/N..." The redhead was afraid that she did something wrong as she saw the tears streaming down on her face. Y/N lunged forward and tackled Nat into a hug.

"Thank you so much." Knowing that everything was alright, Nat ran her hand on Y/N's back to calm her down. "You have no idea who much this means to me."

"I'm not done yet." She revealed. Repositioning themselves so they were in a more comfortable position, Nat pressed another button to show another view. "This is the view from the top of the compound, earlier is the one right outside your window. Everything is happening in real time. I had Tony build it and Peter to install it on the wall of the compound."

"Nat... this is just perfect."

"Now you can enjoy the night view without any side effects."

#natasha x y/n #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x you #blackwidow x reader #black widow #moonlight #my writing

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prismuffin · 1 year

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“Don’t Fuck It Up.”

Yelena Belova x gn!reader

Summary: Yelena needs a new haircut and decides to stop at your shop right before closing

A/n: Can be read as mutual pining but it’s mostly reader being nervous and Yelena teasing. (I didn’t wanna make it blatant mutual pining because Yelena’s Aroace)

[more under the cut]

Type of fic: Drabble

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You had just finished sweeping up the excess hair from previous customers in the day. You sighed as you stretched, glad that you could finally close and go home when you heard the bell above the shop door ring. "Oh sorry we're actually..closing..." you trailed off as you looked towards the door to see one of the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. Hands down.

"Aww can't you make a little extra time? For me?" She asked with a smirk and you blushed at the sound of her voice. Her thick accent seemed to get lost in the walls of your mind. "I-I- uh, I mean it's-“ you glanced quickly at the clock on the wall. “I technically have ten minutes until I have to close.." you mentally cringed at the sound of your stuttering. "Great! I just need something quick." She said while walking over to a booth and grabbing a pair of scissors that sat in a cup full of other hair products. She felt the sharp tip, nodding to herself before waving you over to her as she sat in a chair.

You quickly grabbed a barbers cape and walked over to her booth, throwing it over her as you pumped up her chair. "Uhm any specific style you want?" You asked as she gasped slightly and leaned forward in her seat, "are my eyes really that far apart?" She asked no one in particular. "Uhm miss?" "Huh?" She looked at you in the mirror. "Uhm," you cleared your throat, "do you know what style you want?" You asked again, "Oh! Is that what you said? You were speaking so quietly earlier I could barely hear you, you're like a little mouse." She laughed slowly to herself before taking a breath. "Uhm nope, no idea, what do you think I should get? I don't want it too short you know- but I feel like I want something new." You nodded slowly and thought for a moment, looking at all the hair style references on the wall near the front of your shop.

"How about curtain bangs?" You asked her, looking at the picture of them on the wall. She followed your line of sight and thought for a moment. "Sure why not." She went to hand you your scissors but quickly stopped as you were about to grab them. "Remember, I'm trusting you not to slit my throat ok?" You paused, "I- uhm, ok?" "Good. Here you are. Be careful they're sharp." She said as she handed you the scissors. You were about to get started on her hair when she spoke up once more "Oh, and please don't fuck it up. It won't end well for you if you do.”

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Hope you enjoyed! Have a nice day!

(Just in case: this was posted on my old Wattpad account a while back but I’ve decided to re-write it and republish it for Tumblr)

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#marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x you #mcu #florence pugh #yelena belova #Yelena belova x reader #Yelena belova x gn!reader #gender nuetral reader #black widow #blackwidow x reader #black widow x reader #mcu x reader #Yelena #belova

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armylily · 1 year

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13. Mountaintop Battle

~(Y/N) POV~

Thor smirked and gently grabbed my hand, wanting to lead me somewhere. I let him as we passed a few rooms to see a new armor set. My eyes widen in awe as I thoroughly look at it. The metal shined beautifully from the light of the torches. I walk closer to barely skim the cold metal with my fingertips.

"Do you like it?", Thor asks behind me.

I turn around with a big closed-eyed smile. I hear him chuckle and shuffle around. I smile when I see Thor in front of me, holding my hands.

"I'm glad you like it. You can try it on after you get cleaned up."

My eyes widen slightly as I remember that I don't look presentable. I nod and Thor leads me out of the room holding the glory.

He stops in front of a door and opens it. It held a large tub of steaming water and four maids. They all smiled as we entered. Two maids pulled me and began to take off my hood, cape, and boots. I blush in surprise and look back at Thor.

"You'll find me in the armor room." He exits the room while closing the doors.

As the maids undress me, the other two both were blushing at me. I never noticed how toned my arms and legs were until I actually looked. I have a rather somewhat masculine shape. I sit down in the tub of warm water and groan at the relaxing feel. I'm not sure how long it's been but it felt forever since I relaxed.

The maid on my left grabbed a rag and began washing the dirt and grime off my face. I smile softly as the others started to scrub my legs and right arm.

"Oh, you don't have to do that, ladies. I can do-"

The maid by my right leg interrupts me, "No, Lady (Y/N). It is an honor for us to wash your body, to even touch you. We are doing this willingly."

She finished her sentence with a smile and I look at her with wide eyes and a blush rising to my cheeks. I nod while looking away and they continue.

~Time skip cuz it'll be awkwardly homosexual if I continue~

After I dried myself off, I began to put my undergarments on. My bra was slightly tight but that's a good thing. I would rather not have my breasts flipping around and hitting my face. I then throw on my tight, black, long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and socks.

After my hair is dried, I finally look in the mirror. My dull, (E/C) eyes are full of life, my skin is now a beautiful shade of (S/C), and my lips are soft and moisturized. I look so much better than when I was dying. I smile and get up to try on my new suit of armor.

It took me a few minutes to remember the way back but I found it none of the less. Thor looks at me and smiles.

"You look great." I show him a soft smile back.

"Are you saying I didn't look great before?" I ask in a fake sad tone, just wanting to tease the god of thunder a little. His eyes widen and he shakes his head 'no' quickly.

"No, no, no, you look great in general- no, beautiful I mean, I-"

"I'm just japing with you, Thor. But thank you for the compliment." I smile back at him while he blushes slightly.

"Oh, right." Thor nervously laughs and scratches his neck. He walks towards the door and says, "Come out when you're done and we'll be on our way to your first mission." He smiles and closes the door. I turn to the set of armor and smiled.

Time to suit up.

~Another time skip~

I look into the large mirror on the wall and see another person. Another woman. Another angel. Another warrior. But as I look longer, I saw me. A new me. I smiled brightly at my new identity.

It was a huge struggle getting my wings through but Thor thought about them beforehand so I'll give him credit. I walk out of the room to see Thor looking at me in awe. I smile bashfully and twirl around like a young girl that got her very first dress.

I hear Thor's deep laugh and he comments, "You look like a familiar warrior angel I know. Have you seen her anywhere, my lady?" I look at him and shake my head.

"Thank you. For everything, Thor. I don't know what I would do without you."

I walk up to Thor and hug him. I could tell he was surprised by my action but he hugged me back. He starts to rub my back, slightly trying to avoid my wings. I decide to move my wings to huddle over Thor, shadowing the both of us.

"They're beautiful. I'm surprised at how well groomed they are," Thor compliments me and I reply with thanks.

I pull my wings back and ask, "Would you happen to have a sword and dagger for me? My hand-to-hand skills can only go so far." Thor then gasps and hits his forehead with his palm.

"Pardon my forgetfulness, my lady. This way."

Thor then walks to a room about 2 hallways away from the armor room and hands me a sword. It's a single handheld with not too much weight to it so that's a positive note. He walks to a rectangular burgundy box on the side and brings me a beautiful dagger.

I pick up the dagger, amazed by the beauty of how it was designed. Thor says, "That dagger belonged to my mother but she claimed that she didn't want it anymore, of course, it was too beautiful to just throw away so I kept it. Now, I'm glad I can bestow it to my hero."

I look up from the dagger and smile. I set the sword in my belt and stuff my new dagger into my left boot.

"I'm ready," I say with confidence and adrenaline.

Thor smiles and walks out of the room with me following behind. He pauses and stretches his left hand out. I raise my eyebrow in confusion but realize what he's doing. I quickly fly up, barely getting hit by Mjolnir. He then looks up at me and nervously laughs.

"Guess I should've warned you. I apologize," He says to me and I shake my head with a smile.

I start flying towards the large golden doors with Thor on my right-hand side. As the doors open, we zoom through the rainbow bridge. I laugh, feeling the harsh wind against my face. It felt so refreshing.

We began to slow down as we got closer to the circular building. I just remember a certain something or someone.

"Thor, what about Isolde?" I set my hand on his left shoulder and he stops walking.

"She's already in my stables, do not worry. She will be taken very good care of." I nod nervously and let go.

Thor looks away and looks at Heimdall with a nod. Heimdall also gives me a nod as we walk to the portal entrance. Thor walks in first and I follow after.

It took a few seconds for us to arrive but it was very dark. It must have been night here but as I begin to look around, I notice very tall trees all around me and I smile. They all look like the trees at the Valkyrie camp, large and green, even in the darkness. I walk up to one and touch the harsh brown bark, enjoying the feel of the covering.

Thor speaks up from the silence, "Loki is close by. We must go."

He began moving his hammer in circles and he flies away. I spread my wings and follow after him, my sword in my dominant hand. I hear thunder and see lightning strike to my left side. I am now by Thor's side as he nods towards something flying with bright white lights in the clouds.

Thor flies to the top of the aircraft and I see a hatch opening. I walk fast to the gold and red figure and knock him back with my fist as Thor grabs Loki out of it and flies off with me. I look at the man with a red, white, and blue costume and the man looks at me with shock. I set my sword back into the holster, dive out of the aircraft and, fly away to Thor. He settles on a small mountain and throws Loki down. I fly to his side, my body in a fighting stance for anything suspicious of the god of mischief.

Loki groans from the impact and laughs. I look at him with a scowl while Thor asks, "Where's the Tesseract?"

"I missed you too," Loki replies with sarcasm definitely in his voice.

"Do I look to be in a gaming mood?!," Thor bellows out with frustration.

Loki then says, "You should thank me. With the Bifrost gone, did the Allfather have to muster to conjure you and your pet here to your "precious" earth?"

Thor reacts before me and stomps his way to his brother. He pulls him up with his large hand on his throat. I push down the blush when Loki looks at me with a smile and shoots me a wink. I see Thor's hand tighten its grip.

"I thought you dead." I look at Thor with confusion. Loki was known to be dead??

Loki looks at his brother with a smug look. "Did you mourn?"

I frown at his words. If anyone random had passed, of course, there will be people that miss them.

Thor replies with a shakey voice, "We all did. Our father-"

"Your father," Loki interrupts. He then pushes Thor's hand off of him and makes his way to me.

"He did tell you my true parentage, did he not?"

As Loki says that sentence, he circles me while looking up and down. I wrap my wings around my body, attempting to avoid his gaze but failing as he continues to look in fascination.

Thor looks at Loki with sadness on his face, "We were raised together. We played together. We fought together. Do you remember none of that?!"

I could tell that Thor truly does care about his brother, not caring that he was adopted. I wish I would have one sibling, regardless of gender identity.

Loki turns to look at Thor with a blank expression but I could tell he's very upset, "I remember a shadow. Living in the shade of your greatness. I remember you tossing me into an abyss. I, who was, and should be, king!!"

Thor argues back and walks up to his trouble-making sibling, "So you take the world I love as a recompense for your imagined slights? No. The Earth is under my protection, Loki."

He then chuckles darkly, "And you're doing a marvelous job with that. The humans slaughter each other in droves while you idly fret. I mean to rule them, as why should I not?"

Thor shakes his head in disappointment, "You think yourself above them?"

Loki says in an obvious tone, "Well, yes."

Thor replies, "Then you miss the truth of ruling, brother. A throne would suit you ill."

As he said that, Loki grabs Thor roughly and pushes him out of his way, walking towards the cliff. I walk and stand by Thor, my blade still intact as the tension between them grows.

Loki yells, "I've seen worlds you've never known about! I have grown, Odinson, in my exile. I have seen the true power of the Tesseract, and when I wield it-"

Thor struts towards Loki and demands, "Who showed you this power?! Who controls the would-be king?"

"I AM A KING!"

Thor then grabs Loki by his shoulders and continues, "Not here! You give up the Tesseract! You give up this poisonous dream!"

I interject in a soft voice but it's loud enough for the men to hear, "You can come home."

They both look at me as I walk towards them but mostly Loki with soft eyes.

He scoffs and says, "I don't have it." Thor then lets go of Loki with a push.

Loki states, "You need the Cube to bring me home. But I have sent it off, I know not where."

I then hear something unusual. I turn around to see a blue light coming towards us fast. My eyes widen and I push Thor out of the way only to be met by a force pushing me away from the mountain and to the ground. As I try to balance standing, the red and gold figure stands 6 feet in front of me.

I growl, "Do not touch me."

The mask goes up to show the face of the man wearing the suit, "Then don't take my stuff, doll." I deepen my scowl at the name.

I reply, "You have no idea what you're dealing with."

The man mocks me by turning left and right and says, "Shakespeare in the park?"

I look at him in frustration and confusion. He continues, "Doth Mother know you wear-eth her drapes?"

My anger grows, "This is beyond you, tin man. Loki will face Asgardian justice." I pull out my blade for any surprise attacks from the man.

He replies with, "He gives up the Cube, he's all yours, doll. Until then," His mask goes down to cover his face and his mechanical voice says, "stay out of the way....tourist."

I frown more and fly towards him, punching him and making him fly back through a few trees. I feel a presence beside me and look to see Thor with a scowl.

I look up to where Loki was and he's just sitting there, watching. Creepy but at least he's not gone. I look back at the mortal, again in my fighting stance. Thor then starts to swing his hammer in circles and the man slowly rises and shoots a blast at me, knocking me back into a tree. I hear blasters then punches being thrown. I groan and look up to see the men fighting.

I push myself out of the tree while Thor gets kicked back through another tree on my right. I shake my wings off and fly towards the metal man. I then kick his legs out from under him and push him down with my hand. He groans in pain and shoots me with another blast. I go into the air but begin to fly to stop myself from falling.

Thor then raises his hammer and gathers lightning from the dark sky. Mjolnir shows sparks on the sides as Thor aims it at the armored mortal. As the lightning shoots out at the man, he gets pushed back a few feet but is still standing. I watch from above, ready to strike when I hear a mechanical "How about that?".

The man then uses his hands and chest beams at Thor and I dive down. I kick him down into the ground and pull him up, throwing a few punches and then throwing him in Thor's direction. Thor doesn't succeed as the other man flies towards him and takes him through the trees. I look up at Loki and he shows me a smirk.

I feel heat rise to my cheeks as I look away. Why does he have to be so attractive? I hear more trees being torn down as I look up to see both of the men hurdling downwards and into the ground. They weren't too far so I ran towards them. As I ran, Thor threw a punch and gripped the metal man's forearms.

The man blasted him in the face and headbutted him. Thor was unphased and also did a headbutt, sending the man flying. I giggle at the scene but turned serious as I jumped up to punch the man in the back and onto the ground. He puts both of his hands on the ground and flies up, hitting my jaw and giving me a bad headache.

I move back and groan in pain, holding my jaw. I adjust it and look up to see Thor crouching. They both ran towards each other and began to have a fistfight. Thor had the upper hand because of his strength as he picks up the tin man and throws him back on the ground.

Mjolnir arrives in Thor's right hand as he readied himself to slam it on the other man but he flies out from under him and makes Thor trip. I ran towards Thor but see that the metal man was coming back so I block the punch and push him back. As the man, Thor, and I raise our fists, something hits the two men.

"Hey!", I hear a voice yell out.

I turn around to see the same blue, red, and white costumed man from the aircraft now holding a red, white, and blue shield.

"That's enough."

The man hops down from the broken tree with a huff. He looks at me with a soft look in his eyes than to my side, or Thor, with a frown.

He says with caution in his voice, "Now, I don't know what you two plan on doing here."

Thor replies, "We've come here to put an end to Loki's schemes."

The strange costumed man looks at me again then back to Thor, "Then prove it. Put the hammer down."

The mechanical voice pitches in, "Uh yeah, no. Bad call. He loves his hammer-"

Thor interrupts his sentence with a hit of his weapon, sending the tin man flying backward.

Thor then yells out, "You want me to put the hammer down?!"

He jumped up with Mjolnir raised, ready to strike the costumed man. I hastily fly in front of Thor with my sword in front of his hammer.

"THOR, NO!!"

A bright light erupted from the collision and it pushed all of us back, clearing out a yard of trees on the outside of the already damaged ones. I hit the ground hard and groan from the impact. Now my wings are starting to hurt, I must've hit a rock. I hiss in pain as I push myself up with my sword.

As I stood up and walked towards the men starting to stand up, I let out a deep breath and look at Thor, waiting for his next move. He looks at me and nods, signaling me to stand down.

I set my sword back into my belt and hear the strange costumed man say, "Are we done, here?"

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scarletts-scribbles · 2 months

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Sleeping Beauty

⁀➷ Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

⁀➷ Notes: Hey! I am so sorry this took so long! Things got busy and life was in the way so enjoy an almost 4k long saga of pure Nat fluff as a humble apology <3 (excuse editing mistakes, its too late :,)

⁀➷ Summary: The 5 times Natasha Romanoff falls asleep where she shouldn't and the 1 time she does.

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Falling asleep was usually done in a bed. Preferably a comfy bed with a large spread of blankets to nestle into. That was your idea of a good place to sleep at least. However, as you’d come to learn, Natasha wasn’t exactly picky on where she chose to sleep.

The first time it had happened, the two of you were on a long train journey across Europe. You had been tasked with a mission in Prague, and Natasha insisted on accompanying you – which of course, you didn’t object to. Despite the urgency of the mission, the train ride had offered a rare moment of respite from the chaos of your usual lives.

You were only a couple hours or so into the half-day long journey when Natasha had seemingly lost interest in the book she’d been reading over, shifting in her seat as she folded the corner of her page and set the book on the small accompanying table. The train the two of you were riding was fairly modern, which made a pleasant change for once, so the luxury having a table with your seats was definitely something she was going to make use of.

You glanced over down at her, observing her subtle movements. She caught your gaze and offered a small, mysterious smile before leaning back in her seat. She sat there for a moment before you heard her shift again, this time you felt Nat’s head come to rest against your shoulder, her whole body leaning into your direction as she cosied up to you.

“You quite comfy there?” You teased gently, earning herself a small laugh as the redhead hid a smile against your shoulder.

"Very comfy," She replied, her voice a low murmur that seemed to vibrate through your chest. "You make a good pillow."

The corners of your lips rose into an amused grin, “Is that so?” You rolled your eyes playfully as your hand came to settle on the back of her head, fingers running softly through her gorgeous red curls.

As the rhythmic clattering of the train wheels continued, Natasha's breathing gradually slowed, and you could feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest against your side. The next time you’d looked down at her, her eyes had fluttered closed. Not in the way that someone rests their eyes but in way that someone closed their eyes after they’d given into the lull of sleep.

My, my, Natasha Romanoff. How you weren’t going to forget this.

You stole glances at her every now and then, admiring the serene expression on her face as she surrendered to sleep. It was a side of Nat that few were privileged to see – she was vulnerable, peaceful, and utterly captivating. Her usually alert demeanour softened in slumber, her features smooth and unguarded. Usually, this type of vulnerability was reserved for spaces where she couldn’t be witnessed but here, she was, curled up on your shoulder, sound asleep for the world to see.

You didn’t dare to disturb her, afraid that any sudden movement might wake her up. Instead, you shifted slightly to find a more comfortable position, careful not to jostle your sleeping girlfriend too much.

But as time passed, you found yourself growing accustomed to the weight of her head against your shoulder, the warmth of her body seeping into yours. It was a sensation you hadn't expected to enjoy as much as you did, feeling oddly content in this shared moment.

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Now that was the thing about Natasha, she never failed to surprise you. Natasha Romanoff, the dangerous Black Widow herself. You could’ve never imagined she could possibly be so soft like this. It was from that moment onwards that you’d started to take a more thorough note of her sleeping habits.

The next memorable time had been only a few short weeks later. The pair of you had returned home from your mission and after a day or two settling back in, you both had to do the one thing every Avenger dreaded.

Mission reports.

They were just so boring! Of course, you understood why they were necessary for health and safety and such, but those reasons never seemed to be enough encouragement to sit from the hours of typing up, signing and filing documents. But it had to be done.

At least this time you had Natasha with you. The pair of you always did yours together anyway so being on joint missions just simplified the task. It wasn’t hard by any means, just very, very tedious.

You let out an exaggerated sigh as you stared at the mountain of paperwork in front of you, scattered across the table. Natasha, ever the professional, sat next to you, her expression stoic as she typed away on her laptop. The dim lighting in the room only added to the monotony of the task at hand.

"Nat, how do you manage to make something as bland as just typing sound so deadly?" You quipped, earning a small smirk from her, “You type with such assertion. It’s honestly impressive.”

She glanced at you over the rim of her reading glasses (the ones which you’d picked out for her even though she had insisted she hadn’t needed them) her green eyes locking onto yours. "Practice, darling. Lots and lots of practice."

As you both continue typing away, the monotony of the task begins to take its toll. After what felt like an eternity, Natasha finally pushed her laptop away and stretched, her muscles groaning in protest. "I think we've earned a break, don’t you?" She suggested, looking at the clock on the wall. "Why don't you go grab us some food? I'll stay here and finish up the last bit."

Relieved to escape the paperwork for a while, you agreed eagerly. "Food sounds good love. What are you in the mood for?"

She thought for a moment before replying, "Surprise me. Just nothing too greasy, please."

You nodded, standing up and stretching your own tired limbs. "Got it. Mind if I go take a short walk first, I could really use some fresh air, be back in a bit?"

“Yeah of course sweetheart,” Nat smiled and waved you off, “Take your time darling, we’re in no rush.”

You stretched out your arms as you stood up, shaking out the dull aches that had formed before moving round to Nat’s side of the table to plant a sneaky kiss to her cheek, “I won't be too long, maybe half an hour at the longest.”

Your kiss left her warm inside, and you shot her a small wave as you headed out the room. You hadn’t realised how tired you were until you’d started walking around the compound. The heating had been set so it would be comfortably warm for the two of you and the sudden chill of the outside air had you snapping awake. Going for a quick walk didn’t take long, all you really wanted to do was move around a little so after 15 minutes or so, you pulled your phone out of your back pocket and made a pickup order at a local takeout place.

You’d decided pasta was a safe bet for dinner. Plus, you’d added a fruit smoothie for Natasha too. It didn’t take long to collect your food; it was only a short walk away and they’d actually made it fairly fast. In total you’d taken around 25 minutes or so, not too far from your estimate and you hummed to yourself casually as you made your way back the meeting room where you and Natasha had set up in.

As you approached the meeting room, you had to balance the bags of food in your arms, you pushed the door open gently, trying not to disturb Natasha in case she was still working. However, what you saw instead made your heart melt.

There she was, slouched over slightly in her chair, her head resting on folded arms with her curly red hair falling messily onto the desk. The dim reflection of light from her open laptop cast a gentle glow on her peaceful face, accentuating the tired lines that usually went unnoticed.

The sight of your girlfriend snoozing was adorable. You could never quite understand how just small redhead could be so cute. Gently, you reached out to brush a few strands of her tousled hair away from her face, helpless to stop your lips from forming into a soft smile.

The bags of takeout were momentarily forgotten as you carefully set them down on the nearest surface. Sitting down you turn her laptop to face you and quietly get on with completing what was left of her report. The weight of the day's responsibilities seemed to fade away as you typed, your prior displeasure being replaced by a quiet contentment in simply being with her.

It didn't take long to complete and after finishing up the report, you closed her laptop gently and put it away before you gathered the takeout bags and set them on the table, arranging the food neatly – it was still warm luckily.

With a tender smile, you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Natasha's forehead, eliciting a soft murmur from her. It warmed your heart to see her so at ease, even amid her exhaustion.

Settling back into your chair, you allowed yourself a moment to simply watch her slowly come round from sleep and as Nat stirred awake, blinking sleepily, you couldn't help but chuckle softly at her drowsy expression. "Hey there, sleepyhead," you whispered affectionately, reaching for her hand. "Dinner's ready whenever you are."

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Some people like to say that twice is coincidence but three’s a pattern. And this was certainly a pattern if you’d ever seen one. But you never expected it to happen twice in the same day. Of course it wasn’t a bad thing or anything, if anything you found it adorable that she trusted you enough to be vulnerable and open around.

You loved that she was so comfortable around you. And that comfortability really came to show a few months later when the pair of you had headed down to the gym to train together. The gym had become your shared haven, a place where the two of you could escape the stresses of daily life and focus on the physical and mental benefits of training.

On this particular day, the gym was buzzing with activity. The rhythmic sound of weights clinking and the occasional thud of medicine balls hitting the floor filled the air, Clint and Thor could also be heard grunting and throwing playful insults as they sparred together. Natasha and you decided to take residency in your usual corner.

As you both warmed up, you couldn't help but notice that Nat seemed a bit more fatigued than usual. You could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the subtle signs of a restless night, and the weariness that clung to her movements. Now that you thought about it, you faintly remembered being woken up by her tossing and turning and you began to wonder if she had even managed to get any sleep at all. You couldn't help but worry about pushing herself too hard.

"Come on, Natasha," you said, concern lacing your voice. "We can take it easy today. It's okay to rest. We don't have to push ourselves so hard every time."

But Nat only flashed you a tired smile, appreciating your concern. "I know, but I need this today. It's my way of clearing my mind and getting a bit of release.”

You nodded but as the session progressed, you made sure to keep a watchful eye over her, just to make sure she wasn't overexerting herself – you knew exactly just how she could get carried away. Yet despise her obvious fatigue, the two of you moved seamlessly through various sets of weights, pushing each other to improve.

Eventually, it was obvious you both needed a short break. Natasha stretched, taking deep breaths to regain some energy. You suggested finding a quiet spot to rest for a few minutes, and she agreed. You both settled down, and Nat leaned against the wall, closing her eyes briefly. After a few minutes the fatigue seemed to catch up with her all at once. She let out a soft sigh, and without intending to she let her head drop and gave into the exhaustion that had been lingering since the night before.

You observed as Natasha's breathing steadied, her features relaxing as she drifted into an unexpected slumber. A small smile played on your lips as you realised just how tired she must have been to actually fall asleep amongst the general clatter of background noise.

“You with me Widow?” You cooed in a low voice, hand coming to move aside a strand of sweat soaked hair from her face, biting back a smile as when she slowly woke back up, mumbling something incoherant to herself before looking up at you through sleepy eyes, “Awh look at you nodding off like that, come on baby, that’s enough for one day.”

You gently helped Natasha to her feet, supporting her as she rubbed her eyes and stretched. She blinked groggily, her eyes meeting yours. A faint grin tugged at the corners of her lips, appreciating the care in your voice.

“You awake enough to go get something to eat or do you wanna go get cosy on the sofa for a bit?”

“Can we watch a movie or something?” Natasha murmured softly, her hand finding your own and intwining her fingers in your own.

Of course you agreed. Nothing sounded better than to cosy up and snuggle whilst you watched a film together. It was especially nice considering how it’d give Nat a chance to unwind a little, finally letting her actually rest. Not just saying shes resting then going about her day as usual like she’d normally do.

You settled onto the sofa, Natasha snuggling close, her head finding a comfortable spot in your lap. Gently, you began to massage her scalp, feeling the tension slowly dissipate under your touch. The soft glow of the TV illuminated the room as you scrolled through the movie options, eventually settling on Lion King, knowing it was one of her favourites.

The movie began to play in the background, but your all attention was on the peaceful expression settling across Nat's face.

“Oh my sleepy baby girl, again?” You whispered knowingly, recognising the way that her blinking began to slow, taking longer and longer for her to reopen her eyes, “Natty sweetheart, if you’re this tired do you not want to go up to bed? It’d be a lot comfy than sleeping on me my love.” You asked, your hand finding its way to her hair, gently massaging her head of red curls.

Your question fell on deaf ears however as Natasha had already given in and let herself fall back asleep. This wasn’t a problem of course, for now you’d be content to hold and watch over her as long as she needed.

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By now you’d gotten used to Natasha’s sleeping patterns by now. It was an endearing habit by now. Still despite everything, she’d never complain or whine, always content just to fall asleep where she was.

You’d always reminded her that she only had to ask and you’d be more than happy to get cuddled up in her bed with, but she’d never found it in herself to ask.

Your favourite time it happened was only recently. You and Natasha were attending one of Stark’s galas, truthfully the pair of you didn’t really care much for them but Tony had insisted on everyones attendance so you’d both decided to dress up for the occasion.

Natasha looked stunning, her gorgeous curves being accentuated by a beautiful black dress. You were beyond proud to have her on your arm.

As you entered the grand ballroom, Nat's soft hand in your own, you couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for her. The way she carried herself with such confidence and grace never failed to captivate you.

The dim lights and elegant decor created the perfect backdrop for the event. As the gala continued the unfold, the two of you shared tales, whispered secrets, and effortlessly danced the night away. The drinks seemed to flow endlessly. Eventually you made the smart decision to switch to plain soda, meanwhile Natasha kept going.

Seeing her like this certainly wasn’t something you were used to. “I’m Russian, I can handle it.” This was her usual go to phrase when it came to drinking. You’d never seen her like this, spinning around your arms dizzily as a vodka-fuelled blush danced across her cheeks.

Despite her insistence that she was fine, you couldn't ignore the signs of her growing inebriation. Her once graceful dances turned into playful stumbles, and her words started to slur.

“Nooo, I’m fine, really, come, come dance with me.” Natasha smiled giddily, letting her hands flow over you and she span.

With a playful smile, she urged you to join her on the dance floor once again. As you twirled around together. The spinning and laughter continued until, inevitably, fatigue slowly began to creep in.

In the quiet moments between songs, she leaned on you, her eyes betraying the weariness beneath the intoxication.

You took this as sign to ease her away and you’d managed to get her settled in a small seating area away from the main floor. Now that she’d slowed down, she finally seemed to feel the effect of her drinks hit her. Her wide-pupils gazed up at the ceiling, adorably rambling off in incoherent babbles.

“Do you think we should get you to bed darling?” You smiled innocently, your hand slipping down her dress to rest against her slightly overheated skin.

She closed her eyes, still smiling up at you “Mm’ just fine here wi’ my favourite pilla’.”

“Your favourite ‘pilla’, hm baby?” You chuckled, shaking your head as she sleepily cuddled into your shoulder.

As Natasha drifted into a tipsy slumber, you couldn’t help but cradle her gently, even though this may not have been the most convenient of situations but you were certainly going to enjoy it.

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Now all things eventually come to an end. Movies, books, and for the two of you, Nat’s little habit was about to be broken.

She’d come home late that night looking a look paler than usual, well, pale for Natasha’s standards anyway. When she’d left this morning her hair had been beautifully plaited, now her curls just hung loosely by her shoulders.

Nat shuffled into the living room where you’d been perched up with a book, kicking off her shoes and letting her bag fall to the floor as she came and nestled into your side.

“Long day?” You murmured softly, setting your book aside as you opened up the fluffy grey blanket you’d had previously draped over your knees to allow her to snuggle beneath it instead.

She simply nodded, biting back the urge to whine, “I hate those stupid meetings.” She grumbled, her voice holding the dragging weight of exhaustion.

Governor meetings were something every Avenger had to attend. They were painstakingly private about it meaning you were never allowed to accompany each other to them. The meetings varied a little from person to person but the main just of it was answering a long series of very repetitive questions and going through countless past missions and their details. Having to sit and listen as some fancy higher ups tried to pick you apart for every individual detail and mistake - and well, with Nat’s reputation of being constantly on Ross’s nerves, they weren’t going to go easy on her.

Nat rubbed her temples, a headache pounding behind her eyes. "And the fluorescent lights in that room... ugh, they're the worst," she added, wincing at the memory of the harsh glare. Her voice was a little raspy, most likely the result of having to constantly explain herself to idiots for the entire day.

You gently massaged her shoulders, feeling the tension in her muscles, “Do you want me to get you anything for that headache my sweet girl?” Your voice was kept low as your offered, not wanting to run the risk of making it any worse.

Your girlfriend sighed, leaning into your soothing touch. "Just some water would be nice," she replied, her eyes closing momentarily. After handing her a glass of water, you noticed her head nodding forwards slightly as she fought to stay awake.

"You look like you could use some rest," you suggested gently, anticipating her usual move to drift off to sleep on you whilst you stayed cuddled on the sofa.

But to your surprise, the redhead looked up at you with a faint, almost anxious smile. “Could you... carry me to bed?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, clear vulnerability thickening her tone.

You weren’t sure you’d heard her correctly at first. You asked her to repeat herself to which she barely mouthed her prior words. You were helpless to stop your heart from melting at her request, realising just how drained the poor thing must be feeling. "Of course, my dear," you replied tenderly, carefully scooping her up into your arms, cradling her close as you carefully made your way into your bedroom, “I told you Natty, I’ll always be here to take you to bed.”

There it was, the moment Nat had finally asked to actually go to bed for once. It was a long time coming and you’d loved being with her for every step of the way, even if it had involved her falling asleep in some pretty less-than normal places.

As you laid her down on the bed, Natasha snuggled into the pillows, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "Thank you," she murmured sleepily, her heavy eyes already drifting shut.

With a soft smile, you pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Anytime my love. Just close those eyes and get some rest, I'll be right here the whole time."

And right there you stayed, arms wrapped around her and the woman you loved slept against your chest in your shared bed. Finally she was getting the rest she deserved and there was nowhere else you’d ever want to be.

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I’ll be a good girl, I swear it!

Pairings: Priest Natasha x Semi innocent female reader.

Warnings: SMUT!! DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE!!! Religion kink, Daddy kink, Praise kink, Kinda mean Natasha, Oral, Fingering, Squirting, Sex in a church, Legal age gap, Innocence kink, strap on. DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNDER 18+!!! Happy ending. :)

Summary: When the leader of the church asks you to stay behind for some extra lessons who are you to deny her?

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You sat in the back of the church with your best friend Kate like you did every sunday listening to Ms.Romanoffs sermon. Your eyes had never left the woman as she spoke the word of god. The way she moved was memorizing and alluring. It’s almost like she knew you were watching her as her moves became slightly more sultry. It was like she was calling to you just from a look.

You had been attending priest Romanoffs services for a couple months now after Kate had informed you how hot she was. At first you had scolded her for being so vulgar and sinful…that was until you saw her for yourself. She was tall, skinny, had legs for days, had the most beautiful green eyes that was accentuated by her red hair. Your breath caught in your throat and your core started throbbing at first sight. So from then on you and Kate had decided to start going to church was more often.

The sermon has gone by just like it always did, speech, songs, prayer, more songs and then gossip after it ended. You and Kate were about to leave when Ms.Romanoff has come up behind you and tapped your shoulder.

“Excuse me miss L/n do you think you could possibly stay after for a bit. There are some things i’d like to discuss with you” The tall woman said and before you could even get a word out Kate responded for you.

“Of course she will Ms.Romanoff” She said as she slightly nudged you before she quickly walked off with a wink. You nervously cleared your throat as you shyly looked up at Natasha who had a devilish smirk across her face.

“Why don’t we go into my office?” She asked with a hint of mischief laced in her voice. You quickly nodded and she leads you to the office with her hand on the snap of your back. It was only then that you smelled her cherry and vanilla perfume and god it smelt divine.

When you entered her office you noticed a large red couch against the wall, along with a black wooden desk accompanied by a red velvet throne like chair. Her office was decorated wall to wall in victorian era crucifixes, paintings and antiques it fit the woman well.

“So-w-what did you want to discuss Ms.Romanoff?” You asked softly as you sit on the black velvet chair across her desk. She smiles devilishly as she sat behind her desk.

“Well i’ve noticed that since you’ve started coming to service you have a hard time paying attention whilst i’m giving the sermon” Her words make you choke on your spit and you try to cover it up with a cough.

“Oh Ms.Romanoff i swear i’m paying attention” You try to speak honestly but you know damn well you’re lying. The older woman shakes her head and tsks at your lie.

“We both know that’s not true y/n don’t lie to me… and especially don’t lie in the house of god “ She says with faux disappointment as she stands up and walks in front of you. “I think i’m going to need to teach you a lesson on how to be a good girl” Her words send a familiar throb to your core. You instinctively rub your thighs together to try to relive some of the throbbing. Natasha noticed your soft thighs moving and your face grew uncomfortable as you failed you help yourself.

You grow speechless s you feel her hands go to your thighs and spread them slightly. “Ms?” The question comes out breathless as you look at the redhead getting on her knees.

“Shhh kotenok just sit back and be a good girl for mommy okay?” Natasha questions you as she begins to pepper kisses on your soft thighs. “Will you be a good girl for mommy?” She questions again starting right into your soul.

“I’ll be a good girl” You nod at her question. “I swear it” You add and that seems to be sufficient for Natasha as she moves up your skirt. Her veiny hands go underneath your skirt to lift it to your hips before she removes your pantie. She groans when she sees you but down on your lip at her actions.

“I’m going to make you feel so good pretty girl” The woman praises before she comes face to face with your wet core. She takes one finger and rubs you from clit to hole gathering your juices to make it easier for get to fuck your. Your breath catches in your throat when she starts to rub your clit on soft motions.

“That feels so good Mommy” You moan as you grip the arm rest of the chair you sat on. She takes that as her sign to continue and adds one finger in slowly.

“Mmph oh my god-“ The moan comes out broken as it passes your lips.

“Dont you dare take the lords name in vein” Natasha reprimands you by slapping your pussy harshly. You squeal as her hand comes into contact with your slightly swollen pussy.

“SHIT! I-i’m sorry mommy, i- i won’t do it again just pl-please touch me” You whimper and grab her hands in attempt to make her touch you again. But instead she pulls away from you despite your pleas to come back. All you can hear is some rustling behind you once she leaves your view.

“It seems like you need to be taught a lesson in manners” She says as she comes up behind you suddenly. All you can feel is her breath on your neck before she bites down and marks you. You hear what sounds like fastening before she comes back in your line of view.

Your eyes go as wide as saucers when you see the faux cock around her hips over her dress pants. There’s no time to process what’s happening before your back hits the soft fabric of the church and she’s on top of you.

“I’m gonna fuck your now okay?” She asks even though she already knows your answer just by your face.

“Yes please.” You plead as you grip her hips and try to pull her closer. The attempt pulls a small chuckle from the redhead as she settles in between your thighs. She takes the strap and gathers your juices on it to lube it up before she ruins you. It may not have been your first time having sex but it sure had been a while and she could tell from how tight you were.

Once she’s happy with how wet the strap is she slowly eases it in before bottoming out.

“Oh s-shit” You groan when she pulls all the way out before thrusting in again. She says a soft pace at first testing the waters and as yours moans grow louder her thrusts become faster and harder.

“You take me so well kotenok” She praises as she wraps your thighs around her waist and fucks into you harder than before. The noises that fill the office are downright sinful and pornographic.

“Oh yes mommy yes” You mewl loud as you feel your orgasm build and the pleasure becomes unreal.

“You gonna cum for me like the good girl i know you are?” You questions rubbing your clit for extra stimulation. And that’s what sends you over the edge ave your back arches and you cum with a scream.

“Oh fuck” You whimper when she takes the strap out. But you don’t mourn the loss for long as she is quick to sink down to your pussy and clean up your mess.

“Taste so good” Her words are muffled as she licks and sucks you clean. Once she has successfully cleaned up your mess she takes your clit into her mouth and starts sucking on it like candy.

“Too sensitive m-mommy please-cant-“ You protest once she adds two fingers into your hole.

“Shut the fuck yup and take what mommy gives you” Natasha reprimands and sets a faster pace hitting your g-spot with extreme force.

“Yes mommy i’m sorry-i’m sorry i’ll take it i’ll be a good girl” You apologize as you feel your second organ build back up. This one is stronger since you’ve already cum once.

“I-i’m cumming mommy fuck i’m cumming” You scream as you grow into her hair and come undone on her tongue. She groans in appreciation before she kicks you clean again and then comes you to kiss you. The kiss is sloppy and sinful but you couldn’t give a fuck if you tried right now. You’d senses are in overload as you taste yourself on her lips and her perfume continues to invade your nose.

She breaks the kiss and then picks up your panties from the floor and putting them back on and lowering your skirt.

“You were such a good girl” She praises once you’re dressed again.

“Thank you Ms” You say blushing even though she just fucked your into oblivion.

“Hmm you’re welcome kotenok” The woman says softly before giving you a kiss on the cheek and helping you stand up.

“Same time next week?” Natasha asks as she opens the door and leads you out to your car through the church hall.

“Of course Ms.Romanoff” You nod before you bid the woman farewell and hop into your car. The car ride home tire head is filled with images of what happened and you get all hot and bothered over again.

When you get back to your shared apartment with Kate she’s sitting on the couch with an eager look on her face.

“Tell me everything!” She squeals when she notices your disheveled stare.

“You’re gonna need to grab a drink for this” And you two spend the rest of the night fangirling over your priest.

The meetings with Ms.Romanoff that follow Jesus definitely wouldn’t approve of.

~The end ~

A/n: Look at me posting back to back :) i will be patting myself on the back for these since i literally wrote and posted this one and the last one all in one go. Enjoy :)

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miss---lu · 22 days

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Morning Tea and Good News

You wake to the sunlight peaking in through the window. You stretch a little. Natasha stirs next to you in bed, but she doesn’t wake up.

You quietly get out of bed and make your way downstairs to the kitchen. Humming to yourself, you begin to make some tea. You add a little bit of raspberry to Natasha’s.

As the tea is steeping you decide to go get the mail. It’s an early morning so when you go out, it’s all quiet. There’s no sound coming from the other houses, everyone must still be asleep.

You walk briskly to the mailbox to retrieve the mail before returning to the warm indoors.

You flip through the letters noting bills and a couple magazines that Nat had ordered. You organize the pile and then grab the tea cups to head back up stairs.

When you enter the room again you smile when you see Natasha sitting upright in bed. There’s a huge smile on her face. She practically jumps on you, smothering your face in kisses.

You yelp in surprise causing her to laugh. She takes the cups from you and sets them on the night stand. Then she grabs your cheeks and brings your lips to hers.

She continues to kiss you, her smile pressing against your face. You pull back after a minute.

“Morning to you too Nat,” you chuckle, “what’s got you in such a good mood?”

Natasha takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom. You look confused but then realize you had left the pregnancy test on the counter over night.

Joy suddenly fills you as you realize why she’s so happy. You bolt to the counter and look at the pregnancy test and see a plus sign.

You squeal happily and spin back around to kiss Natasha.

You had left it there last night while waiting for it show the results and must have fallen asleep.

Natasha hugs you close, “you did it baby”

Tears start to form in her eyes as she begins to lightly caress your stomach. “We’re going to be mamas”

You rest your hands over Natasha’s hands. “We’ve tried for so long, and now it’s actually happening!”

Natasha kneels down and presses a soft kiss to your naval. She looks up at you with joy “I love you so much, you and our baby”

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jalinaalkenza · 9 months

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Natasha Romanoff x Agent!Reader

Warning: smut, fluff, soft sex, praises, Top!Nat, Bottom!Reader, soft Nat

Picture from: Pinterest

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Your currently working on a new set of files from fury, alone inside your office looking at the wall full of pictures and evidence of the latest hydra experiment. Although it's not that important cause the experiment is long gone after the avengers had stopped it, but fury wants to examine it more.

You're a very serious woman. elegant and mature. That's why your always on top, you and Maria are always together whenever there's a serious case to solve.

Time pass by and your still working, not noticing the time and not caring about it. You didn't notice the door creaking openly, while your standing in front of your table looking down at the information on the table a dark shadow crossing it's arms is behind you. "Working much agent?" Said by the shadow behind you but you just chuckle. "Do I have a choice?" You said, The shadow then wrapped it's arm around your waist "You do and your lucky for it" you then chuckle "Whatever you say Nat"

She then look down at the information on your table, her chin resting on your shoulder while her arms are wrapped around your waist tightly.

"When are you gonna be finishing that?" She said "I'm never gonna finish this while your here" you said with a chuckle "rude..." She then let go of you but after a few seconds she hold your shoulder and turn you around and sat you down on your desk, you chuckle and wrapped your arms around her neck...

She kiss and bite your lips, jawline, neck, chest, leaving some bruising marks because of her rough but sweet kisses and bites making you moan and whimper, she took off your T-shirt and her leather jacket and black t-shirt, both of your are wearing your bras and she grinned looking at your boobs, your so perfect...."Me or my boobs?" You said jokingly looking at her while she's looking at your boobs. Her hand then unclip your bra, setting the girls free and she quickly throw your bra and grope your breast, you moaned while she touch you, kiss you, suck and bite your harden nipples.

She worshipped your body, leaving some marks on it. Her hands traveling your body. She went down on her knees Infront of your and gently open your legs and you happily spread it, she licked and kiss your thigh to your inner thigh making you moan and whine, eyes closed and your mouth is slightly open "a-ahmmm~~~" she eats you out like your her breakfast, lunch and dinner.

After eating you out, licking your pussy like it's an ice cream, lapping the juices and swallowing it. Her middle finger then enter your wet entrance making you moan louder and whine, she looks at you and smirked at your expression's, she then fingered you and adding another finger pounding it and moving it in and out, curling them inside you. She praises with Russian words, while looking at you like your some goddess saying some things like-

"Ty takaya krasivaya, kak etot agent L/N / Your so gorgeous like this agent L/N"

"Davay detka... / Come on baby..."

You didn't understand any of her praises but her voice is so husky and soft, so loving like a Russia angel, she then kisses you thigh again and her fingers are starting to get faster and faster but still gentle, you can't hold it in anymore "N-n-nat-lia" your eyebrows are knot together, can't say a single sentence because of the loving orgasm your feeling. "I know dekta..." She then kiss your thigh and nibble on it "Let it out Moya Lyubov..." She said in between kisses on your thigh, you then out your sweet release and she stood up and kiss you lips sweetly, tasting your self on her lips making you moan while she groan...

After a few minutes she then carry you onto the couch laying you there while she lay beside you squeezing herself so both of you can fit on the couch as she cuddle and snuggle into you... caressing you cheeks and kissing it while you rest.

"YA khochu lyubit' tebya bezogovorochno, moya lyubov', no ya boyus' vypustit' eto naruzhu. Mir slishkom opasen, i ya ne khochu podvergat' tebya risku... / I wanna love you unconditionally my love, but im scared of letting it out. The world is too dangerous and I don't wanna put you in a risky situation..." She said while your slowly drifting to sleep, you don't understand it but her words is so sincere and loving, She then chuckle softly.

"Chert voz'mi. tvoya shakhta. Moya krasavitsa. / Fuck it. your mine. my beautiful girl."

"Let's make this office Y/n. I don't wanna hide it. I love you..." She said and you smiled and nodded you head. "I love you too Natalia..."

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A/N: I didn't r-read this and just go with the flow with my music, so if there's something wrong then sorry. Also if it doesn't make sense I'm also sorry😭

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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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that endgame scene with Nat in the rain with her hood down. Could you do a fic with that?

Come Back Inside

〚 Notes - Hey! Its been a while since my last actual post, we finally got through all the valentines stuff then I decided to go away for a few days so I haven't had much time to write. Anyway I'm guessing the anon was referring to the scene above sooo yeah! This is a little sad but nothing major :D It takes place during Endgame :) 〛

〚 Summary - Nat's been neglecting herself for work and the weight of the ongoing situation finally breaks her down, you find her sat alone in the rain which surely can't be good for her health. 〛

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The small garden on the roof. It used to be one of Natasha’s favourite places to sit. It was everyone's. The team would regularly gather there with a drink or two and chat. But now? Now it was just a reminder of what she had lost… who she had lost.

So, when you walked past and caught a glance of Nat sat alone outside, it was safe to say you were shocked Nobody went out there anymore. She was sat perfectly still as the rain beat hard against her, the thin raincoat she wore did little to keep away the harsh chill in the air, not to mention the fact she was thoroughly soaked.

Her mind was a mess of worry, anxiety and shame. She clutched her hand tightly, as though it could’ve provided her with even an inkling of comfort from the endless pit growing inside. By chance you’d passed one of the windows which showed out into the garden and instantly you were at the sliding door, calling out to her from within.

“Baby?”

She barely registered your arrival, only turning her head a little to face you. Her eyes are red-rimmed, and her face is blank with grief—or whatever it is that keeps her sitting there in the damp rain, utterly still. You’d never seen her look so vulnerable or defeated. Her lip trembled a little as she looked at you. If her face wasn’t drenched with the rain, you would’ve seen the flow of tears which ran down her cheeks.

Despite the pouring rain you stepped outside despite wearing nothing more than a t-shirt and shorts as you slowly made your way to her, sitting beside the redhead, not caring about the rain. As you got closer to her it became more obvious that she was shivering, her slender body being wracked with chills brought on by the icy winds. Her face was a pale wreck and her eyes are a mess, but as your fingers come to cup her chin, it's the softness of those lips—the way they quivered against and around your touch—that breaks you inside. "Nat," you whispered her name, feeling her skin against yours. "Baby, you’re soaked. What are you doing out here sweetie?"

“I wanted some air, I needed to think.” She mumbled only her voice is different, it was different, not in way that somebody's voice changes when they cry, no. Her voice was strained, the type of voice somebody gets when they’re on the verge of losing it.

“You shouldn’t be out here.” You whispered back whilst pulling Nat towards you, instantly she sank against you, desperate for the warmth which you radiated, not only that, but you also radiated love too, something which you’d both definitely lost a lot of, “You’re going to catch a cold baby, sitting out in this weather isn’t good for you.”

"It’s already too late for that" Natasha's voice trails off into a sob, and a few more tears trickle down her face as she breaks out into a harsh cough prompting you to reach out to rub her back. The weight of everything had gotten too much. You realised then that she’d probably been sick for a while, even after sitting in the rain she should’ve have sounded that bad. You couldn’t say you were surprised though. After the blip she’d been the one pushing herself the hardest. Hardly sleeping either because of forcing herself to stay awake as she desperately searched for a way to bring everyone back or by the nightmares which slowly crept their way into the few moments of sleep she ever managed to scrape.

As she clung to you, Nat's body shook with violent tremors, sending fresh tears coursing down her temples. A shiver dances down her spine as your caress sends an undulating pulse through it. "It’s okay... it’s okay now, baby." But she is not yet okay. She is not okay at all. What’s most frightening about this moment of utter vulnerability is just how long it’s taken for her to reach this point. Her mind had been breaking since that cursed day. Her facade of strength slowly falling apart, “We should get you back inside my love, you need to rest, you can't keep pushing yourself like this.”

“I cant... we cant. They’re relying on us to bring them back, they need us.” She rasps as her face crumbles. Sobbing and coughing together, she slumps further into your open arms, “There’s no time to rest, not whilst they’re gone.” Her point was meant to come across as meaningful and strong but instead it was a pitiful mumble

“Sweetheart...” You sighed as you held her tightly, “as much as you like to think you’re an unstoppable machine that can keep carrying on. You’re not. Machines can break, and that's okay. You’re human Natasha. Please just come back inside with me. You’re not well sweetie and being out here is not going to do you any good.”

“Maybe you’re right…” Nat shifted to sit up on her own, wiping away at the streaks of tears on her face as she sniffles. She turned away from you as she sneezed, the sound made you wince a little – it sounded exhausting, and it made her cough raspily against the wet fabric of her coat which only served to irritate her nose causing her to sneeze again.

“Poor love, you sound absolutely full of a cold,” Your tone was thick with sympathy as you wrapped your arm around her shoulder, gently guiding her towards the door, “Come on my love, I’m gonna look after you sweetheart. We’re going to get you into a warm shower, changed into some comfy pyjamas and then get you tucked up into bed. We’ll find a way to bring everyone back once you’re feeling better, I promise but right now Natasha, you’re all the matters.”

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naturesapphic · 3 months

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ok you dont have to do it if your not comfortable but can you do where reader finds out nats a little and the reader takes her in as her mommy and nats has a very young headspace so she wets herself and has to waer diapers also no one knows and nat wants to keep it a secret.

sorry if you dont understand i fail english

It’s okay

Little!natasha romanoff x caregiver!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression, wetting diaper and fluff

Natasha and I have been dating for a few months now and lately she’s been kinda distant from me. She tells me that she values her alone time a lot and understand that but we barley spend time together anymore. Im getting tired of it and I need answers now. You pulled up to Natasha’s apartment and got her spare key she gave to you to unlock her door. When you went in, you saw Natasha in the living room with a onesie and a stuffed animal in her arms, watching bluey.

She looks up and sees you which causes her to get scared. “Hey hey baby it’s okay it’s just me..” you said slowly walking over to her. “I just wanted to come by and check in on you to see if you were okay…” you said slowly so you didn’t scare her even further than she was. “M-mommy?” Nat questioned and you looked at her confused until it hit you. Natasha was a little and she age regresses. You just thought nat was in a comfort thing but how she looked when you first walked in and the name she called you by. It all clicked in together in your mind.

“Yes babygirl. It’s mommy. I’m your mommy. Is that okay?” You asked her softly as you bent down to her level. She nodded her head yes at you and you smiled at her. “Good girl.” You said to her and she gave you a small smile then twisted her face in discomfort which worried you. “What’s wrong princess? Are you okay?” You asked her and she squirmed around, whimpering. You looked at her confused until you lifted her up in your arms and found that her bottom was squishy and warm. Nat was wearing a diaper.

“Did you have an accident babygirl?” You questioned her gently and she nodded slowly as she pouted. “Hey it’s okay. There’s nothing to be ashamed about. Let’s go get this yucky diaper off of you sweetie.” You said as you went to her room and changed her. After that, nat was back happy and lively. “Wan plays?” She asked you excitedly. “Sure princess!” You said happily and she giggled with excitement. She waddled over to you and grabbed your hand as she leads you to her playroom.

~ a few days later ~

After some time, Natasha was out of her headspace since she got called in go on a quick mission. When she came back, she needed to talk to you. “Thank you for taking care of me when I was in my headspace. It really means a lot but please don’t tell any of the team. The only person who knows it fury and that’s it. Well besides you.” She said and you nodded your head in understanding. “Of course nat. I absolutely love taking care of you and I promise I won’t tell anyone.” You reassured her and she gave you a thankful smile in return. You were so grateful that Natasha chosen you to be her caregiver and you couldn’t be happier. It’s you and your little spider against the world.

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observeowl · 1 year

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You're not supposed to know N.R

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: R has a secret relationship with her boss that no one knows

Your POV I was one of the first few to reach the office. There wasn't any need to rush to find seats since it's designated but I like to be prepared. The first thing I do is turn on my computer as I get my table ready as the email loads.

"Oh my god oh my god." I could hear the words with the clicking of high heels before I saw the person. "Please tell me Miss Romanoff is not here yet."

"You're safe." I told my best friend, Emily. She's always cutting it close to arriving at the office. Miss Romanoff doesn't like employees who are late and often do surprise spot checks on us.

"Thank goodness I wasn't sure if she was coming today." She heaved a sigh of relief as she sat at the next station next to me. I was about to lean over the separator between us when Sylvia placed some file on my table.

"Finish this by lunch time." She said and left. Sylvia is my manager and she's the assistant for Miss Romanoff. I didn't even get to reply to her. I know this is her work that she didn't manage to finish yesterday as she always leaves work at 5pm sharp.

"Y/N, are you okay? You don't look too well." Emily reached over and tapped my shoulder. She didn't have to worry about Sylvia catching her because she was never the target.

"I'm fine."

"Don't push yourself too hard. You know this isn't part of your work."

"Don't worry." I got started with my work leaving Sylvia's work aside. Midway through, Miss Romanoff came out to pass Sylvia some work and when she turned to look at me, I gave her a quick smile before doing my work again.

I was looking through the designs that the client has sent and checking if we are able to deliver with the suppliers we have or we have to find alternatives if we couldn't, when Sylvia came knocking on my table asking for the work she gave me to do earlier.

"I didn't do it." I told her defiantly.

"I told you to get it done by lunchtime. You're not going for lunch until you're done with it."

I stood up from my desk and was the same height as her. She wasn't going to make me scared of her. I only started helping Sylvia in the beginning because I truly thought she was busy because I knew it wasn't easy being Miss Romanoff's assistant.

"I am your boss. I told you to do it and you're going to do it." She said while poking me in the shoulder, getting faster with each word.

I pushed her hand away. "This is your job. You get paid to do it, why should I do it for you?" She wasn't happy that she wasn't getting the results she wanted and pushed me away. The sudden movement caused me to have multiple images of the table and I wasn't able to hold myself steady before falling to the floor.

"Y/N!" Emily came next to me. "Are you okay?" Her voice sounded like it was underwater. "Don't close your eyes!"

I tried really hard to stay awake but my eyelids are just so heavy.

Natasha POV I heard shouting coming from the office outside. I know during lunch time it gets a bit noisier as they tend to get excited about discussing what to eat but surely there wasn't any need to shout. I stepped out of my office trying to figure out what's wrong.

When I got out, I saw a crowd surrounding Y/N's desk. Y/N has a decent size group of friends in the office because she's friendly and kind to everyone, people tend to gravitate towards her. But seeing Sylvia standing there was odd because she repeatedly told me she didn't like her.

"What's going on here? Why is there so much noise?" I raised my voice a little to let them know I was here. People started to move away slightly and saw Y/N lying on the ground.

"What's happened here?" I immediately pushed people away and got to her side. I knew I shouldn't have allowed her to go to work today. She has been feeling sick for the past few days.

"I-I don't know, I did nothing." Sylvia said. I knew she was lying and faced Emily who was holding Y/N in her lap.

"Sylvia pushed her." She said in simple words.

I started panicking and placed my arms under her leg and back and started carrying her out. "I need to get her to the hospital."

"Why are you so worried about her?" Sylvia insensitively commented.

"Because she's my wife! And if I am not carrying her in my arms, I would have punched you in the face." I glared at her. "I have endured enough of you! You can pack your things and leave, you're fired!" I shouted before running to my car.

"Nat?" Y/N regained her consciousness before I managed to reach my car. "Where are we going?" Her voice was soft as it takes a lot of energy for her to speak.

"You fainted, I'm going to take you to the hospital." I opened the car door and gently placed her on the passenger seat.

She placed her hand on mine as I was trying to buckle her. "I'm fine, I just need to rest."

"I'm not risking it." She sighed but stopped complaining and drove as fast as possible to the nearest hospital.

"Hi, my wife here just fainted, can I get her checked?" I told the receptionist and she gave us a number and we waited for our turn in the waiting area. I could tell she was still weak as her hands rested on her lap and she's saying few words. Her eyes are trained on one thing to prevent her head from moving too much.

"Are you feeling better?" I asked as our number got closer. She just nodded and mumbled a quiet yes. I kissed her temple as we waited together.

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"I need to go back to the office to grab something first, do you want to come together?" I asked Y/N as we started our drive.

"I don't mind."

"But heads up, I kinda announced that we are married."

Her head snapped to mine but she just sighed afterwards. "It's fine. They are bound to notice in the future."

"I'm sorry."

Your POV I went back to my desk to pack the things I've used and collected my bag as Natasha went inside her office.

"Are you alright now? How can you not tell me that you're married to Miss Romanoff? For how long? Are we best friends?" Emily stood up from her station gaining attention in the office.

"Quiet down." I pushed her back on her seat. "We've been married about five years, I didn't want people to know about our office relationship. I started out as her assistant before we started dating and after we got married, I just wanted an easier job so I asked to be transferred. Speaking of, where's Sylvia? I didn't see her at her desk."

"Miss Romanoff fired her on the spot."

"Ohh... she'll have to find another assistant then." Natasha is very particular about her assistant, if she can't find one within a short amount of time, I know who's going to end up taking that position.

"She's damn hot while doing so."

"Hey!" I widened my eyes.

"Hey babe, are you ready to go?" Natasha came over after collecting her files and bag.

"Yeah. See you, Emily."

We went to the car and Natasha held my hand throughout the entire journey. "You don't have to go to the office so early from now on. Everyone knows now. No one is going to mess with you." Nat said while rubbing her thumb over my knuckles. "You've been working for so long already, everyone knows you're capable."

"Alright..."

"You gave me a shock when you fainted." Nat said when we stopped at a red light. "Are you ready to be a baby mama?" She looked at me lovingly.

"I hope so."

"You'll do great. I know it."

"We are finally going to be parents."

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checkingoutforheroes · 8 months

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Crave.

Wanda: It's funny how the circumstances brought us together.

Y/n: I couldn't agree more. How are you holding up?

Wanda: I caused too much damage. I-

Y/n: I understand.

Wanda: Do you ever crave someone? Not for sex but for their voice, their touch. Even their presence makes you feel whole. Like you don't want anything else.

Y/n: You know that I do. We both do. I would do anything, just to bring her back. Given your power, I would do the same. Love makes us mad. I wish it was me. I don't blame Clint, though. It is what he was supposed to do. To bring everyone back. To bring you back.

Wanda: I tried to bring them back. I tried to bring Natasha back, but I can't. I can't find her soul to bring her back. I should do more, I'm sorry.

Y/n: Don't blame yourself. For years, I did blame myself, but this is what she wants. She went to Vormir with a mission and she did. So is Vision. Nothing can stop them, you know how stubborn they can be. *lightly smile.

Wanda, smiles: They are.

Y/n, smile: Look at us. Widows in the middle of nowhere trying to live in peace. You got me Wands, we get through whatever is together. You're not alone anymore, sis.

Wanda, hugs you: Thank you, for staying.

Y/n: Hey, you know what? Natasha have a little sister! Yelena.

Wanda: What.... Really? Have you met her?-

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armylily · 1 year

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Chapter 12: Mischief

~(Y/N) POV~

As I set my room key on the counter, I grab the bag of apples, pull my hood down and walk out with Thor.

I pulled out a red one and take a bite, the crisp, sweet tang of the insides making me sigh in happiness.

I then remember my new companion. My heart drops as I realize I can't take her with me.

Thor seems to notice my downtrodden face and asks, "What is the matter, Ms. (L/N)?"

I pick my head up slowly and look at Isolde, the beautiful appaloosa looking at me with a glint of confusion in her eyes.

He follows my gaze and says, "You can bring your horse with you! It's not a problem at all!"

I look at him with joy in my eyes and show him a slightly wide smile. If only I noticed Thor's rosy cheeks and a racing heartbeat. I run up to Isolde and rub her long neck.

I then whispered, "You can stay with me, Isolde! I don't have to leave you here!"

I grab an apple from the bag and give it to Isolde. She eats it happily, making me smile wider.

I know it's been less than a day but I grow attached to animals very quickly. Reason why my gut is always right about people but I'm weak for animals.

I then hop onto my saddle and grip the reins. Thor looks up at me and smiles softly and walks down the dirt road. I clicked my tongue, signaling Isolde to walk. As we continue walking, I see a group of people, specifically one girl and three men.

I look at Thor with uncertainty and he nods. I pull the reins to slow Isolde's strides.

"Everyone, this is our new teammate. Teammate, meet everyone."

Thor does jazz hands in my direction and I smile softly at his silliness. Isolde shakes her mane and does a whinny. The rather large man walked up to Isolde, held his hand out, and scratched her muzzle.

"She's a beauty." He says, looking up at me with a toothy smile.

He looks warm and friendly.

I'm sure he can't see my eyes but he can see my lips so I smile.

"Thank you," I reply.

"I'm Volstagg, my lady."

He holds his hand out towards me and I set the reins in my left hand and shake his hand with my right.

"Call me (Y/N)."

As I say that, I raise my head up slightly to show Volstagg my face with a mischievous smile.

His eyes widen like the wet dough I made for bread at the bakery when I flattened them out. He seems to stumble over his words, unable to contain his excitement.

He then does something I have never, ever seen in my entire life.

He squeals.

It's high pitched and I wince slightly at the sound, as well as the others did. Volstagg hops around with a slightly feminine giggle.

I smile at his behavior, not expecting this kind of reaction but after Thor encountered me, Thor Odinson, the future king of Asgard, was a fan of mine, I may have gotten a teeny, tiny bit confident after...

"YOU'RE THE GUARDIAN ANGEL OF THE VAL-!!" Volstagg yells out and I move quickly to silence his voice.

I look at the others with a nervous smile and they were in shock. The lady had her eyes wide and her lips parted, the blonde man had his jaw on the ground and the foreign man had slightly wide eyes.

Thor chuckles loudly as I look at my fanboy, signaling him to not scream. "Yes, this, my friends, is the well-known (Y/N) (L/N), the warrior angel, or the guardian angel of the Valkyrie."

I move my hand away from the excited man and hop off Isolde. I held the reins in my left hand again and pull my hood down all the way.

May I remind the reader that you are still filthy, your face is covered in dirt, your hair is matted or in knots and you also have a few scars forming? Alright, enough reminding.

The foreign man winces slightly when I pulled my hood down as well as the blonde man.

The lady just smirks and I felt butterflies in my stomach under her gaze.

Thor walks over to me and clasps his large hand on my left shoulder. "So, is the new teammate a yes or no?"

"YES!!"

"Yes."

"Heck yeah!"

"Yep."

I smile at everyone's answers and wait for them to introduce themselves.

The lady says, "I'm Lady Sif, fair maiden."

She grabs my right hand into hers and kisses the top while looking up at me with a quite flirtatious smile.

My face immediately burst with red, not used to physical affection by someone else because Sif is a very attractive woman.

"Aw, come on, Sif! I was gonna do that!" says the blonde man.

She lets go of my hand with a slight squeeze and steps back a few feet.

The blonde man walks up and says, "The name's Fandral, m'lady."

I shake his hand while smiling. After I stop shaking his hand, he kept staring at my face and his thumb was slowly rubbing circles on the knuckle of my own thumb.

"Ow!" Fandral says, as he lets go of your hand to massage his head wound.

Volstagg looked away while whistling a tune. I giggled, knowing that he threw the tiny rock. Fandral huffs and walks to where Sif is.

I look to see the foreign man with an expressionless face bowing towards me.

"Hogun."

I show him a small smile and bow my head to him. If only I saw the smile on his face.

"I hope you don't mind me bringing Isolde along, I've grown too attached to her," I say with a slight blush of embarrassment.

Isolde then nudges her nose into my arm and huffs. I smile and pet her muzzle. Sif then walks towards me, nods, and starts to pet Isolde too. My blush grows at her close proximity. (that's right, you're a bottom.)

Thor bellows out, "Of course, you can! But before we leave for home, you must be on your horse so she can leave with us!"

I nod in acknowledgment and hop on again. Volstagg sets his hand on Isolde's left shoulder, looks up at me, and smiles. I smile back. Thor calls out to the sky and everywhere around me glows a golden rainbow.

~Slight time skip~

I'm here.

I'm finally here.

Home.

I smile brightly, realizing the building is where the Bifrost is held but freeze in shock when the wielder of the Bifrost is in a fighting stance. Isolde whinnies in fear and Thor dashes in front of me and puts his hands up.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down, Heimdal! She's not a threat! Well, to others yes but not to us!"

Heimdal continues to glare so I panic and pull my hood off and spread my wings.

My wings stretch farther from my body and they're as long as Isolde. yeah, I am badass. Heimdal's eyes widen and he drops the Bifrost slightly, looking at me in awe. I smile slightly under his gaze but as I begin to actually look at him, I noticed his eyes first.

How they shined a beautiful yellow and amber. His dark skin makes his irises pop. His large helmet covered most of his head but he looks rather handsome. It shows maturity and elegance.

"You're (Y/N)...The guardian angel of the Valkyrie...But were you not lost in battle?" Heimdal asks with genuine confusion.

He lowers the Bifrost and stands up straighter. I pull my wings back and reply.

"I was not lost in battle, although I nearly died... But that is not an important matter. Thor Odinson, if you'll excuse me, I have to see someone before we talk about my place on the team." I kick Isolde in the side to make her gallop and it works.

As Isolde runs on the Bifrost Bridge and into Asgard, my (H/L) hair flows with the wind. I smile as I feel the cool and sweet air caress my face. I kick her to go faster as I steer us in the direction of my childhood home. As we venture home, I see children playing with other children by their houses, mothers talking with other mothers, and also watching their own kids.

I smile softly at the children playing. I hope that someday, I will have my own. I look forward only to find the bakery, my home, gone. Just...gone. I pull the reins back as Isolde goes from a gallop to walking. I look around, now fearful that Father was gone, only to see the actual bakery still standing but looking improved.

I throw my hand to my head in annoyance and steer Isolde to walk to the right. I shake my head but as I raise my head, I couldn't help but smile widely and feel tears rise. I pull Isolde to a stop and hop off, bringing her to a post. I tie the reins and pat her shoulder.

"This may be a while, pretty girl." She just whinnies and I pull my hood over and laugh.

As I walk through the doorway of my home, I tuck my wings into my cape. There were two men in front of me so I sadly wait, shaking with nervousness to see my guardian. It didn't take long as the two men walk out, hand in hand. I smile softly at the couple and walk to the counter. There he is. Being my cashier.

I try my absolute hardest not to jump over and tackle Father into a rib-crushing hug and it pays off. I then say our code words that we made up together when I was 2,790 years old or 9 in Earth years. "May I get a (favorite animal) with (favorite season) and a (favorite color) on the side?" I finish my sentence while still looking down with a smile on my face.

I could tell that Father froze when I said that. He says, "No one says that...except." Before he could finish his sentence, I look up from under my hood, look at him, and smiled. His jaw drops and he's frozen still.

"Hello, Father," I say with a single tear rolling down my cheek.

He then starts to groan like a drunk and he falls back. I gasped and jumped over the counter to see what was wrong.

"Father?! FATHER!!" I check his pulse after shaking him a few times. He's alive so he must have fainted. I let out a sigh of relief and shake my head while smiling.

I missed this weirdo.

I pick Father up at carry him to his room, of course, I already know where it is. It was slightly messy but I could walk. I gently set him on his bed and pulled his blanket onto his body. Now that he's asleep, I look at him fully.

He looks as if he hasn't aged at all but now, he must be 38,680 years. He has many eye lines, telling me that he hasn't slept much.

I slightly frown at that, now making it my goal to let him sleep as much as possible. Talking can wait, I want him to be able to hold a conversation without sleeping. Hypocritical of me, yes but he deserves it.

I smile and kiss him on the forehead. I get up and turn all the torches off in the bakery portion of the building, signaling to people that it's closed. After doing so, I walk to my old room.

As I open the door, I begin a coughing fit as my room was full of dust. Nothing was touched. It was left the way I had it when I left. I smile as I see my old doll sitting on my windowsill, also dusty but it held a stitched smile.

I walk over to my candles and light them, the yellow and orange lights illuminating my childhood room. I walk into the kitchen to grab a broom and dustpan, now ready to clean my room like I was younger.

~3 hour time skip~

Before I started, I took off my hood and cape but it felt so hot like I had them on while cleaning. I walked over to my small vanity to see my face only slightly dirty so I smile and wash my face with a clean rag. I then hear groaning in the room next to mine. Father must be awake! I set the rag down and walk towards the doorway. I see him rise up, rubbing his head with a groan.

I lean in the doorway with a smile and my arms crossed. Father looks at me and groans out, "Ah, (Y/N), can you bring me a glass of water, please? I don't feel so we-" His eyes widen and he freezes.

He slowly looks at me, gets up fast, runs towards me, and tackles me into a hug. He surprised me because I fell back from his force. I laugh and hug Father tightly when I feel wet drops on my clothes. I look down to see tears streaming down his wrinkled and exhausted face.

I let a few run down my cheeks, overjoyed to see the man that raised me as his own. I pat his back a couple of times, trying to soothe him and also remind him that I'm really here and not a mirage.

He takes a few deep breaths and sobs again. I laugh softly and keep patting his back. "I'm here, Father. I'm home."

He lets out a loud cry but with a smile on his face.

"I've missed you so much, (Y/N)." He has red eyes, a red nose, and some snot slightly running. I smile contentedly and use my cape to wipe his face.

"I-I would hear tales about you and how you're the guardian angel of the Valkyrie. They spoke about how you fought with bravery and selflessness, which sounds about right. They described how beautiful and graceful you looked but that did not do you any justice."

I smile at his compliment and get up while helping Father stand up too. He then looks up at me, smiles, and raises his wrinkly yet strong hand, and lies it on my right cheek. "You've grown into a beautiful young lady, and I could not have been more proud of you."

I set my left hand on his hand and say, "I'm like this because of you, Father. You made me into the strong woman I am now." I look down at him with a small tear falling to my chin.

"Come, come. You must tell of your adventures while away." Father says as he walks into the kitchen at the same table I studied wing anatomy on. I smile and sit down, ready to tell him everything.

~Time skip~

"YOU ALMOST WHAT??!"Father screams at me with concern written all over his face. I scratch the back of my neck with a nervous smile. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ALMOST DIED!!"

I shake my head with a small smile and say, "Almost."

He scoffs in annoyance but smiles after that. "Well, I'm glad you got back safe." I smile but then look down sadly.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?" Father asks me with concern in his voice.

I look up, grab his hand gently and say, "I cannot stay home, Father. I am under Thor Odinson's team so I will leave for missions. He took me back here, back home. But I promise you, that I will visit you every day, either before or after my missions."

He sighs and then smiles. "I'm just happy you're alive, dear."

I get up, lean down, and hug Father tightly. He hugs me back, sighing with contentment. "Be safe, dear. I'd rather see you be wed and have grandchildren."

"Father!!" I say, embarrassed by his words. I am technically at the age when women bear children, so about 25 in Earth years. But still! Father laughs at my reaction and pats my back.

"Go be a hero, (Y/N). I'll be here when you return." We exchange smiles and let go. "You better keep your promise, young lady!"

I walk towards the doors and laugh. I turn around and give a nod. Father smiles and I walk out to my trusty steed. "I'm sorry for taking forever, Isolde. I was speaking with Father after all of these years." I know she may not understand what I'm saying but I don't really care. But I do have a feeling she knows what I'm saying.

I hop on my saddle, pull my hood up, and head towards the castle gates. Of course, I am stopped by the guards and asked for my purpose. I pull my hood down with a smile and they too froze. One guard taps the door while the other shakes my hand. Both were silent when I walked through. I see Odin, Frigga, and Thor walk into the large room, talking about something probably important.

My hood is still off so Thor recognized me. He smiled widely and walked towards me. "Ah, (Y/N)!! Welcome to my home! Father, mother, this is my new friend, (Y/N) (L/N). She's the-"

"Yes, yes, we know about (Y/N), Thor." Odin interrupts with a large smile. I hop off Isolde with the reins in one hand and kneel down but Odin pulls me up and shakes my free hand.

I smile back and say, "It is the greatest honor to be in your presence, Odin."

"Nonsense! I should be honored to meet a warrior such as yourself!" Odin replies while pushing Frigga towards me to also shake my hand.

I kneel down in front of her and say, "It is an honor to be in your presence as well, my lady Frigga."

I hear her laugh softly and she pulls me up slowly. "I've heard many a tale about the guardian angel, (Y/N)."

I smile with a slight blush on my cheeks. Thor walks up to me and grabs my hand softly. "Now, since you are on my team, we can discuss and plan your very first mission!" I look up at him and smile a little wider.

I then look at Odin and his queen and say, "Please excuse me, your highnesses." They both nod with a smile and Thor guides me down a hall.

"Now, I must ask you a few questions if that is alright with you that is." I nod and he continues. "Do you know of my brother, Loki?"

I reply, "Yes."

He takes a deep breath in and out. "After my last mission, I lost my brother on a planet called Earth. I have been there before and I must retrieve him so he may be punished for his crimes."

I then say, "Okay, do you know his exact location on Earth?"

He replies, "Yes and we will be going together while the others sleep. If that is alright with you."

I think about it for a few seconds. Loki is known to be very, very mischievous and even more dangerous. I trust Thor knows what to do when we arrive. "That's alright with me. But I do require a few things."

He shows me a small smile and says, "Oh, do tell. Anything at all."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

I show him a smirk and say, "Well I would like a new set of armor, a sword, and a dagger."

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