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✒ Pairings: dom!wanda x subAgent!femreader

✒ Summary: Tension builds when Wanda and Y/N, who hate each other, are sent on a mission with Y/N's best friend, Natasha, and her wife Maria. The mission doesn't exactly go to plan.

✒ Tags and Warnings: 18+! Mature themes, kidnapping, chemicals, hospital, bickering, enemies to lovers, slow burn

✒ Author's Note: not proofread, because I'm really high rn and want to get this out because it's been in my drafts for like a month but I've been so busy with moving, and working 2 jobs, and just life changes.

✒ Word Count: 9523

✒ Read Time: 24 minutes

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The dimly lit, high-tech briefing room at the SHIELD headquarters buzzed with anticipation. Agents of all kinds filled the seats, their eyes trained on the enormous screen at the front. Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow herself, stood at the head of the room, her signature poise and confidence emanating from her.

You sat nearby, attention locked onto the screen. You had earned your place among the elite Shield agents through sheer skill and determination, graduating early from the academy. Your sharp mind and lightning-quick reflexes made you one of the best in the business.

Natasha, after glancing over to her wife, Maria, began the mission briefing. "Our intel suggests that a rogue group of Hydra operatives has obtained a dangerous chemical compound. We need to secure it before they can use it for any nefarious purposes. We’ll be sending a small team in to infiltrate, if all goes to plan we should be in and out within 2 days. Y/N, you’ll partner with Wanda, and Maria will come with me,” Wanda couldn’t help but roll her eyes and let out a small huff at being paired with you, “The tac team will meet us on day 2 by the south entrance to secure the base. Everyone clear?” Nat finished as she looked around the room to see a bunch of heads bobbing in confirmation.

Once everyone had filed out, you and Wanda hung back to discuss infiltration plans with Maria and Natasha. Nat explained that the trek to get to the area undetected would take a day, you would sleep at a small cabin safe house on the outskirts of the forest, and then the next day you would stealthily breach the border to the Hydra base and seize control of the chemical before letting the tac team in to finish up.

“Sounds like a plan, but why do y/n and I have to be partners on this?” Wanda added trying everything she could to get out of being stuck with you by her side.

“Now, I know you two love to bicker, but we’re all adults here. I’m sure you two can push your differences aside for 2 days.” Natasha explained as she shot Wanda a pointed look. She knew the brunette had her grievances about you and, as much as Nat loved you, she also knew how annoying you could be on the surface, but you two were also the ones Nat trusted most, aside from her wife, to have her six.

“I don’t see that being a problem, do you Wanda?” you confirmed with a smug smirk on your face, knowing you would have ample time to get under Wanda’s skin. Bickering with the brunette was something you would never admit you actually enjoyed, but you did. You loved getting her going and sometimes you could even imagine the smoke blowing out of her ears from how much you drove her crazy. You found herself drawn to Wanda's reactions, the way her cheeks would flush with annoyance, or her lips would curl into a sly smile when she caught on to your teasing. You unknowingly reveled in the attention it garnered from Wanda.

Wanda’s gaze shifted back to the screen as her brows knit tightly together forming a slight furrow in the middle of her forehead, “Guess not, when do we leave” she asked tightly pressing her lips together.

“Wheels up in 30” Nat informed as everyone filed out to pack.

You leaned against a nearby table, eyeing Wanda as she adjusted her gear. "Wanda, are you sure you're ready for this mission? I mean, it's not as easy as manipulating some red energy."

Wanda shot you a withering look, her scarlet eyes flashing. "Not everything can be solved by punching first and asking questions later, Sprints. Some of us have to use our brains."

Wanda had given you the nickname, Sprints, one day when you were training in the compound with Nat. Shield agents don't typically train at the compound, but your close friendship with Natasha made you an exception. This day, you had been bragging about setting a new in-house record for the 100-meter dash.

You chuckled, unfazed. "Brains, huh? Well, I'm glad one of us has 'em."

Wanda smirked, her accent lacing her words with a hint of sarcasm. "And I'm glad one of us doesn't rely solely on brute force."

You couldn't resist a playful jab. "True, but at least when I hit something, it stays down. Can't say the same for your mind tricks."

Wanda's lips curled into a wry smile. "Wanna test that theory?" she said pointedly as she raised her hand and her magic swirled around in her fingertips.

Just then, Nat entered breaking up the standoff between you and Wanda, “Knock it off you two, the jet is taking off in 5, get loaded up,” Nat instructed as she watched Wanda walk by you and slightly nudge your shoulder as you innocently raised your hands toward Natasha, “Now.” she said firmly causing you to scurry off with your bag in Wanda’s trail.

As the quin-jet roared to life, and with Nat and Maria both in the cockpit, you couldn't resist the urge to tease Wanda. You knew how to push the right buttons, and her playful, sometimes very real, annoyance was on full display.

You leaned across the narrow aisle, grinning mischievously at Wanda, who was quietly reading a book on her tablet. "Hey, Wanda," you began, your tone a touch too cheerful, "since we're going up against Hydra today, maybe you can use your mind tricks to make them forget they ever messed with us."

Wanda glanced at her with a bemused expression, clearly unimpressed. "Y/N, my powers don't work that way, and you know it."

Y/N pretended to ponder this for a moment, tapping her chin with a playful smirk. "Hmm, shame. It would've made our job so much easier. But hey, don't worry. I'm sure you'll find some other way to be useful."

Wanda sighed, shaking her head as she shifted her focus back to her book. She was clearly unamused by your antics.

As the quin-jet touched down in a remote area, nearly 10 miles from their target location, the four of you gathered your gear and prepared to embark on your covert trek. The evening was closing in quickly and with the loss of the sun, it would start getting cold soon.

Natasha, the team leader, huddled the group together for a final briefing. "Remember, we need to reach the cabin undetected. This is a highly secured area, and any alert could jeopardize the mission. Y/N and Wanda, I need you two to put your differences aside and work together. Our success depends on it."

Y/N exchanged a begrudging glance with Wanda but nodded in agreement. "Got it, Nat. I'll try not to annoy Wanda too much."

Wanda rolled her eyes but remained silent, her focus on the task at hand.

The team set out on their trek, moving silently through the dense forest, their footsteps muffled by the fallen leaves and underbrush. Y/N and Wanda found themselves side by side, each step of the way requiring them to cooperate and coordinate their movements to avoid detection.

Every now and then, an armored personnel carrier would drive by causing the team to utilize nearby ravines, trenches, and coves to avoid detection. At one point, they hid out in a culvert for a few minutes waiting for the oncoming trail of vehicles to pass. A crinkling sound eventually made its way to Wanda’s ears and her head snapped to you as you tore open a granola bar, “Really, is now the best time for that?” Wanda whispered, trying to keep quiet as she scolded you, “Oh yes, you do not want to see me when I’m hangry,” you quietly responded as Natasha hushed you both to keep quiet.

Despite your earlier banter and rivalry, you and Wanda fell into a rhythm as you navigated the challenging terrain. You took point, your sharp instincts and knowledge of the wilderness guiding the path. Wanda, with her enhanced senses, scanned for any signs of danger or hidden threats.

As you moved deeper into the night, the initial tension between the two of you began to dissipate. You began communicating with subtle gestures and exchanged information about the terrain and possible obstacles. Gradually, a sense of unity began to form between you two, as you realized that your success truly depended on your ability to work together.

Hours passed, and the mission team finally arrived at the remote cabin where they would be staying for the night. Nat and Maria thoroughly cleared it to make sure there were no unexpected guests. Once it was clear, you and Wanda made your way in. The cabin was rustic, with only two bedrooms, and it quickly became apparent that accommodations would be tight.

Natasha and Maria, who were married, naturally gravitated toward one of the bedrooms and claimed it as their own. They exchanged a knowing look, then turned to the rest of the team.

Wanda, ever the enigmatic one, made her preferences clear with a cool, unwavering stare. "I'm not sharing a room with Y/N," she stated firmly.

Realizing the implications, you tried to defuse the situation. "No problem, Wanda. I can sleep on the couch or even on the floor. It's not a big deal."

But Natasha, always the pragmatic leader, stepped in. "Actually, it is a big deal. We need both of you at your best tomorrow. We can't afford any tension or lack of rest. You two are sharing the other bed, there’s plenty of room."

Wanda's lips formed a thin line of irritation, but Natasha's word was final. She begrudgingly agreed, her tone laced with annoyance. "Fine, but I'm taking the left side of the bed."

You nodded following Wanda to the other room, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "Works for me, Wanda. I promise not to steal the covers."

With the sleeping arrangements decided, the team settled into their respective rooms, though the atmosphere in the second bedroom was palpably tense. You and Wanda each occupying your respective sides with a noticeable gap between. Tension hung in the air, and you both lay stiffly under the covers, each determined not to give an inch.

The initial discomfort led to a silent battle for the covers. Your fingers twitched slightly as you subtly attempted to pull the blanket your way. Wanda, sensing the movement, tightened her grip on the fabric. This quiet tug-of-war continued for a while, neither of you willing to relinquish control.

But as time passed, exhaustion began to take its toll. The temperature in the room dropped, and the comfort of the covers became increasingly irresistible. Unbeknownst to either of you, both of you gradually drifted into a fitful slumber, with both your subconscious minds seeking warmth and comfort.

In the dead of night, your bodies shifted ever so slightly. In your sleep, you unconsciously turned toward Wanda, your back now touching Wanda's side. Wanda, still asleep, feeling the unexpected contact, hesitated for a moment but soon found herself subconsciously gravitating closer to your warmth.

Your movements continued to synchronize in the depths of sleep. Slowly but surely, the gap between you vanished as you instinctively nestled into each other. Your arm draped over Wanda's waist, and Wanda's head nestled into the crook of your neck. The covers you had fought over earlier now cocooning you both, providing warmth and security.

Though you had started the night as adversaries, the quiet intimacy of your subconscious movements told a different story. In the stillness of the cabin, with the moonlight filtering through the curtains, you and Wanda had found an unexpected source of comfort in each other's presence. It was as if you two were pieces in a puzzle that fit perfectly with one another as your exhaustion-riddled bodies melded together after a long day.

The morning sun filtered through the cabin's curtains, casting a warm and gentle glow across the room. As you and Wanda began to stir, you each gradually became aware of your compromising position. Your bodies were entangled, limbs intertwined, and faces mere inches apart.

For a brief moment, your eyes fluttered open and met Wanda’s gaze, your heartbeat picked up nearly drowning out any source of sound for you as your cheeks reddened, you knew you should want to move, should be upset, but you froze like a deer in headlights, like if you stayed still then she wouldn’t notice and would stay as well. For a moment, you enjoyed the comfort of the witch’s grasp. That was quickly replaced by your mutual disdain from the previous night as the tension resurfaced with the disgusted look Wanda shot over to you. You locked eyes, both startled by the proximity and the realization of how closely you had been clinging to each other in your sleep.

Wanda quickly pulled away, her cheeks coloring slightly with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. She shifted to her side of the bed and cleared her throat, avoiding your gaze. "This is... not how I expected to wake up."

Equally flustered, you hastily withdrew your arm and adjusted your position to sit on the edge of the bed, cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "Yeah, well, it's not exactly my ideal morning either."

The tension that had momentarily dissipated during the night returned in full force. Both of you were acutely aware of the compromising position you had awoken in, and it only served to highlight your ongoing rivalry and mutual discomfort.

As you both jumped to get out of bed and prepared for the day ahead, your distaste for each other remained palpable. The events of the night had not erased your differences or any of the underlying tension, and you were both eager to put some distance between each other and the uncomfortable intimacy you had experienced in your sleep. Was it really uncomfortable though? You couldn’t deny, it was the best you had slept in weeks. No, it was. Just remembering the look of pure disgust on Wanda’s face puts the bad taste right back in your mouth.

“You two are up early, figured I’d have to come in clanging some pans the way you two like to sleep in.” Nat teased as you and Wanda entered the kitchen, “How’d you sleep?”

“Goo-” you began but were cut off but the louder brunette beside you, “TERRIBLE” she groaned in response, not wanting to re-live what she woke up to.

Nat glanced at Y/N knowingly, “What was that, Y/N?” she continued to tease as she poured the coffee that she had just made into 2 mugs in front of her for each of you.

“Yea, grossly bad. Just- what she said” you stammered to get out, trying to remember what exactly was so bad about it. Then you remembered the look on Wanda’s face full of disgust again, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty that she felt that way toward you.

Once you were all geared up and ready to leave the cabin, Natasha went over the plan one more time before you all stealthily headed back out into the forest. The weak spot that you were looking to infiltrate was about 5 miles from the cabin and you thanked whatever gods may exist that it wasn't winter yet. The air was cold against your cheeks, enough to tinge them a slight red from the wind burn, but not so frigid that you were shivering or unable to focus.

Wanda, on the other hand, curled in on herself any chance she could in order to keep warm and ward off the shivers that threatened to take over her body. As you were waiting in another culvert for a line of trucks to pass by, you noticed from the way Wanda was curled up that she was struggling. Knowing you could survive without the jacket you were wearing, you went to offer it to the witch, “Cold?” you whispered softly and placed your hand on her shoulder to get her attention from behind.

Her eyes snapped over to meet your gaze and she pulled her arm away from your touch like you were a deadly disease, “I’m fine,” she whispered back icy and dismissive, making a mental note to hide her discomfort better. Her disgust for you was clear, little did she know, you were only trying to help.

Taken aback by her response, your initial concern became clouded with frustration. All you wanted to do was see her light up in your direction and yet everything you did caused her to hate you more. If she’s going to act this way, may as well give her a reason. Two can play this game, “Oh right, I forgot you’re made of tougher skin than the rest of us peasants,” you mocked, keeping your tone low so as to not give up your position.

The look that Wanda shot back your way sent shivers down your spine, “Should’ve come more prepared, like me,” you say flaunting your jacket and digging the metaphorical knife deeper as Nat waved an ‘all clear’ signal.

“There it is,” Wanda snapped back at you, “every chance you get to be a coc-“ Natasha cut Wanda off, silencing her, before she could finish her point.

You caught Wanda’s gaze as it happened and pointed at your ears tauntingly. Her jaw tightened and her anger brewed as she continued to move through the culvert, following Nat and Maria’s lead.

As the team made its way out of the culvert and trekked along the route, you noticed Wanda was no longer shivering, all the pent-up anger toward you providing her warmth that would last at least a couple of minutes as you smirked to yourself.

Once inside, Natasha and Maria took point in clearing a path and disabling guards with precision and stealth. You and Wanda had been tasked with obtaining the chemical agent that had been noted on the radar. The crucial task brought you both further into the facility, and as much as you each had trouble being in one another’s presence, you put your differences aside to work well as a team.

As you moved deeper into enemy territory, you settled back into the unspoken language of signals you had used the previous day together. Wanda was easily able to disable the camera feeds with her telekinesis while you took out any remaining guards and covered your tracks.

Soon enough, you both came to a secure-looking door, its lock was intricate and seemed heavily fortified with barometric readings and sensors. Without hesitation, Wanda focused her energy on the lock’s mechanism, using her powers to manipulate the gears and pins. You had her back, keeping watch on the corrodor, as she fell vulnerable to an attack from behind with her mind focused elsewhere.

A stray guard came out of a room down the hall making his way in your direction as he began to yell and pull out his gun, “Don’t lose focus Wanda, I got your back,” you assured her as you swiftly disabled the guard. As much as Wanda may hate you, she knew deep down that she could trust you and kept her focus on the door.

Once you settled back beside Wanda, you couldn’t help but let out a snarky comment as she was otherwise engaged with her powers, “You know, Wanda, it’s almost like having magic hands comes in handy on a mission like this,”

Wanda shot you a side-eye glance with just a hint of a smirk on her lips, “Oh, so now you like my powers, huh?”

Grinning, you responded, “Let’s just say, I’m starting to see the perks.”

With that, Wanda was finally able to get the door lock to yield to her magic and open up. With the granted entry, you both slipped into the room beyond, only to be met with dozens of eyes from scientists working in the lab you just entered, “What’s up fellas, I heard you’ve been playing with a new toy,”

The scientists, startled by the sudden intrusion, immediately recognized the threat and reacted swiftly. They shouted in alarm as you charged at them causing one of them to activate a security alarm, triggering a set of reinforced doors to slam shut, attempting to neutralize the largest threat they saw, Wanda.

Before she could react, you pushed her out of the way, finding yourself locked inside a sealed chamber, cut off from Wanda and the rest of the room. Panic coursed through your veins as you realized the predicament. Seeing that you’re in no position to look out for Wanda any longer, you began pounding on the glass door, shouting for her to get out, but the scientists weren’t done quite yet.

In a desperate bid to incapacitate you, originally Wanda, and prevent any further interference, one of the scientists had activated an aerosol dispenser in the sealed chamber. A fine mist of the chemical agent you had been tasked with retrieving filled the air around you. All you could do was gasp as the toxic substance began to take effect. Desperately trying to hold your breath and shield yourself from exposure, your focus shifted from escape to self-preservation. Your skin became overrun with a dark crystalized rash, similar to obsidian growing like a vine on the side of an unkept building, scaling up and down your arms as it spread out.

On the other side of the sealed door, Wanda fought to free you from your captors, her powers surging as she attempted to disable the security measures and reach you as quickly as possible. She knew the amount of time it would take her to break through the mechanism would be fatal for you, so she desperately took to screaming at the scientists to unlock the door and sending a wave of magic knocking them against the wall when they wouldn't cooperate. The scientists, however, were determined to keep you separated and eliminate the threat they posed to their operation. The mission had taken a treacherous turn, and you were left alone in a race against time to survive the effects of the chemical while Wanda fought desperately to save you.

As the seconds flew by, your vision grew hazy and Wanda knew you were reaching critical condition as the rash spread to your face. When brute force failed, she surged into the minds of the scientists standing before her to figure out how to disable the chamber. Once she was deep enough within their mind to bend their bodies to her will, she was finally able to free you.

As soon as the doors opened to allow Wanda to reach you, she rushed in without a second thought, her magic almost working subconsciously to move whatever was left of the chemical in the air. You laid on the floor hanging onto any bit of consciousness you could grasp onto as you faded in and out, just hoping to make it out alive.

The witch scooped you up and darted for the exit, “Nat, we have an emergency situation here. Need medical evac NOW!” Wanda said over the comms. Her sprint turned into a quick glide through the air as she found it easier and quicker to let her magic take you both through the base and toward the exit.

“Roger that, contacted HQ for the tac team and medical. 10 minutes out.” Nat responded, “What hap-”

“Fuck- 10 minutes? I don’t know if she has that long,” Wanda responded with worry, as she looked down at you shaking in pain as you drifted in and out of awareness, “Y/N, hey look at me, can you hear me?” Wanda spoke gently but with urgency, as you met her gaze briefly before your eyes rolled back slightly in a blur, “Medical is on the way, you just need to hold out for 10 minutes, I’m going to get you there, just- hang on” Wanda stated as her grip on you tightened and her magic quickened in pace.

Within minutes, Wanda met up with a medical team that arrived on the scene. They assessed your condition and quickly realized the severity of the situation. You were unconscious, struggling to breathe, and not only displaying signs of chemical poisoning but also a rash they had never seen before.

Working together, Wanda and the medical team carefully stabilized your condition as best they could on-site. They administered oxygen and provided preliminary treatment to counteract the effects of the chemical agent.

Recognizing the urgency of the situation, the medical team made the critical decision to transfer you to a nearby hospital equipped to handle chemical exposure cases. They carefully loaded you onto a gurney and rushed you onto an awaiting helicopter.

During the tense journey to the hospital, Wanda rode alongside you holding her hand and offering silent reassurance, while Nat and Maria stayed back to work with the tactical team. The situation remained dire, but they were doing everything they could to give you the best chance of survival.

At the hospital, a team of specialized medical professionals took over your care, working tirelessly to detoxify your system and stabilize your condition. The chemical exposure had taken a toll on your body, and even after all this time, your prognosis remained uncertain.

Wanda, exhausted and fraught with worry, refused to leave your side. As if every reason she had to hate you flew out the window, she was determined to stand by her partner throughout this ordeal, hoping and praying for your recovery.

Wanda was pulled from her spiraling thoughts in the waiting room as she heard a nurse utter, “She’s stable,” in a very neutral tone, so neutral that maWanda was unsure if it was actually good news, “but she’s not out of the woods yet.” she warned as she motioned for Wanda to follow her in to be by your side once again.

The brunette stood to follow, “Is she awake?”

The nurse shook her head, mentioning that she doesn’t expect you to wake up for at least 12 hours. They needed to ensure that your body has flushed out the toxin before allowing it to exert any more energy.

Wanda took the seat by your bed and notified Natasha of the situation. She was hopeful, knowing you're a fighter, and Wanda tried to be optimistic as well, “It should’ve been me, Nat,” Wanda stated full of guilt and regret. Nat did her best to assure Wanda that she would’ve done the same and your situation was in no way her fault. Deep down, she wonders if she actually would’ve done the same.

“You better wake up, Sprints, or I swear. How dare y- why do you have to be the best at everything?” She sighed as her body trembled and a tear spilled from her eyelid.

After two long and agonizing days of unconsciousness, you finally began to stir in the hospital bed. Your vision was hazy at first, and you struggled to regain full awareness but as your senses gradually sharpened, you slowly became aware of the sterile hospital room that surrounded you.

The first thing you noticed was Wanda, sitting by your bedside. As your eyes met Wanda’s, your heart skipped a beat, you could see her gaze filled with a mixture of concern and relief. It was unlike her, but you couldn't help but smile weakly, your voice hoarse as you croaked out a greeting. "Hey there."

Wanda's expression softened, and she reached for your hand, squeezing it gently. "You're awake," she replied, her relief evident in her voice until it starkly changed to anger, almost like a mask, “Don't ever do that again!” she warned, brows furrowing.

“Wow, not even a thank you.” you teased as Wanda bit back to reiterate, “I’m serious y/n, I could’ve protected myself.”

“Yeah, but I protected us both,” you snarkily replied letting the brunette build up steam as you dug further.

“Protected? You almost got yourself killed, for nothing! God you're insufferable!” she exclaimed, not even wanting to be in the room with you anymore. Remembering just how annoying it is to even hold a conversation with you.

“Didn’t realize you cared,”

As your eyes continued to scan the room, you spotted Natasha and Maria entering the room with a tray of coffee and snacks, “Coffee anyone? Oh Y/N, you're awake!”

You smiled in response as Nat took the coffee from her wife with a smile, letting the tension built between you and Wanda disipate as they took over the conversation.

“You gave us quite the scare there, y/n,” Nat noted, as much as she worried for you, she knew you were a fighter with the best medical team in the country.

“Aw, you were worried?” You teased, knowing Nat to always keep a stone cold exterior to most, only letting ones that she was close to, like you, really get to see her emotions.

“Not one bit,” she lied and everyone in the room knew.

As Nat and Maria took over the conversation, Wanda sat there brewing. Not only could she not understand the emotions she was feeling for you, but they just kept brewing as he sat in silence. Anger, relief, annoyance, worry, it all swam around in a confusion pool of questions. Her abrupt departure was without a word and you looked to Nat as she left, “Guess she’s tapped out on me for the day,”

Nat knew that you and Wanda had a rocky relationship but she felt that the brunettes behavior was quite uncalled for given the circumstances, “mm, I’ll talk to her,” Nat hummed as she got up to leave the room in pursuit of Wanda.

“And then there were two,” you joked with Maria.

Nat found Wanda in the hallway walking toward the exit of the hospital, she was headed back to the cabin as that’s where the 3 of them have been staying while you were stuck in a foreign hospital until you were ready to be transferred back to New York, “What the fuck was that?” Nat aggressively shouted in Wanda’s direction.

Wanda quickly snapped her head around to the familiar voice, eyes landing on the angry Russian, “Not now Nat, please.” She dismissed as she stayed on her path.

“No, Wanda, you don’t get to pick and choose. Y/N was practically on her deathbed to save you and this is how you want to act? What’s so terrible that you can’t even spend more than 5 minutes with her?”

“I didn’t need her to save me, she just made it all even more,” Wanda paused before bursting out, “DIFFICULT!”

Nat could tell this was about more than just getting you to safety after the mission. She knew Wanda had dealt with a lot and always had a hard time getting her emotions in check. Instead of pressing further, she decided to switch up the metaphorical cards in her hands, “well all she wanted was to make sure you were safe.” With that, Nat turned to head back to your room. Wanda stood there watching her walk away, knowing she was right.

Before Wanda could decide what to do next the ground began to shake. It was subtle at first but soon, the items lining the walls and the structure of the building began to tremble along with it. Nat turned back to Wanda, who was still standing behind her, “Is that you?” She raised her brow, knowing the answer would be no, but hoping that it was by chance as that would make their job much easier.

Wanda shook her head, confusion written all over her face as Nat turned again in the direction of your room in a full sprint, Wanda following Nat’s lead closely behind. Nat easily put the pieces together that the chemical agent you were exposed to would have effects that they could not predict.

When they made it to your room, they were met with Maria trying to calm you down as you shook and writhed on the bed in pain. Your skin felt like it had just been dipped in lava causing your temperature to rise so much that you could visibly see a slight red tint on your face. Inside was arguably even worse as the uncontrollable shivers caused you to feel lightheaded and nauseous.

Nat tried calling for a doctor through the hallways as the building began shaking even more. The worse your condition became, the more aggravated the building shook. They had to do something before the hospital filled with hundreds of innocent people became rubble. Wanda came to the side of your bed opposite Maria, shock prominent on her features as she watched you squirm, not knowing how to help.

Maria could tell that Wanda was struggling with how to help, honestly, she didn't know exactly what to do either, but she did know that they had to get the building to stop shaking, and she was sure with Wanda’s magic, they would be able to help you somehow, “We have to neutralize the seismic waves emitting from her somehow,” Maria told Wanda as she kept her eyes on you, trying to figure out a solution.

With that, Wanda was snapped out of the frozen state she was in as her eyes lit up red and she dove into your mind, trying to get answers. Near instantly her body began to tremble as a whimper fell from her mouth at the pain that radiated from you, “Y/N you have to calm down, the whole building is about to collapse”

“I’m not doing anything,” your thoughts fighting to make sense of the situation, “I-I can't control it! H-HURTS!”

Wanda’s balance faltered as the building’s shaking became more intense, her grip on the railing of your hospital bed tightened, and it became clear to her that her best option was to sedate you. She reached her hands toward your temple and let the red tendrils of her magic flow freely toward your skin as they rooted themselves within your mind. Taking hold and lulling you into a calm state of peaceful sleep. Slowly but surely, the building stood still again and soon after, a doctor came in to assess the situation.

“About time,” Natasha spat with clear irritation towards the doctor.

Wanda, felt a growing unease as Dr. Scholt entered the room. His icy, judgmental gaze fell onto you as he began to examine your medical chart and machines. It was clear to Wanda that his discomfort with powered individuals was not something he could easily hide.

Ignoring Nat’s comment, Dr. Scholt made his way over to assess your condition eventually swaying from their original plan of keeping you until you were stable enough to be transferred, “I've seen too many of their kind, causing nothing but chaos and destruction. We don't have the resources to deal with creatures like this in our hospitals,” unaware that one of the most powerful enhanced individuals was standing right beside him, his disdain for you was clear with his tone and judgmental words.

With a mixture of anger and concern, Natasha’s eyes narrowed, and her voice carried a hint of impatience as she retorted, "We're here because we need medical assistance, Doctor, not a lecture. Y/N's condition is the priority, and I expect her to receive the same care as any other patient. Your personal opinions have no place in a hospital room."

Before the doctor had the chance to respond, Wanda cut in, “No, it’s fine. He made his stance awfully clear,” she quarreled with a head tilt toward the doctor before turning back to Natasha, “We’ll take it from here,”

“Great, I’ll get her prepped for transport,” the doctor mentioned as he attempted to grab sedatives to administer to you for the ride. However, Wanda wasn’t going to let him or his team lay another finger on you after the display he just made, knowing even from his thoughts, that his ill intentions may get the better of him.

Before he left the room, Wanda caught his attention, “Maybe I wasn’t clear, Adam,” refusing to use his doctorate title, “we will take it from here.” she precisely articulated in a sharp manner, “Our transport team is on the way, You and your team are not to lay another finger on Agent y/l/n. Are we clear?” she flared, starring daggers into his soul.

“How do you know my name?” he bit back as if that was the most important thing that Wanda said.

“Are we clear?” Wanda repeated, without any explanation for the extra information. The doctor quickly took the hint as he nodded and scurried out of the room.

Wanda’s gaze shifted to meet Nat’s gaze who stood by the door as she watched the doctor walk past her to leave the room, “All that for someone you hate, can’t imagine what you're like when you actually like somebody,” she teased.

“I don’t hate her,” Wanda defended as she tried to hide the growing smirk on her face, “She’s just the most annoying person I’ve ever met,” she added to keep her position on you clear and she couldn’t have anyone thinking she likes you in the slightest, “But he wanted to do more to her than prep her for transport,” She informed the two other agents that stood with her in the room around your bed.

“Well, Y/N’s lucky to have you in her corner, once Fury hears about this, Mr. Sholt can kiss his doctorate goodbye,” Maria reassured as she took a seat beside your bed to wait for the transport team to arrive in a couple hours.

Once SHIELD’S medical team arrived, they administered sedatives to keep you unconscious during the flight and prepared you for the jet before you woke up. Wanda was instructed to be by your side as an extra precaution, in case you somehow woke up or your unhinged powers started going haywire in your sleep.

The ride back was tame with no real issues, at one point Wanda could sense your consciousness creeping back in but she was able to quickly lull you back to comatose with her magic. Once the jet landed, they quickly got you set up in the med bay at the compound in Upstate New York. This was not typical protocol for the team. Since you were not an Avenger and merely a Shield agent, proper protocol would be to take you to the medical facilities at SHIELD headquarters. Natasha wouldn’t allow that to happen though, under her authority, she made sure you were overseen by the best team available and close enough to keep watch on.

In a matter of hours, the team ran all the tests they deemed necessary, concluding that the chemicals you came into contact with ignited something that laid dormant in your DNA. The gene acted as a sponge for the toxins, without it, the poison would’ve continued to spread and shut down every part of your body slowly and painfully. Instead, the contagion was absorbed into the gene strand, which was subsequently sent into its next phase. Without the toxin, this gene could’ve laid dormant within you forever, instead, it entered a new stage, triggering your new abilities.

“Was anyone else in contact with this chemical?” Dr Cho asked out of an abundance of caution, knowing that if they had been, they probably wouldn’t be in such good condition.

Nat looked to Wanda for a response, knowing she was the one in the room with you when it was released. Wanda’s gaze fell to the floor for a brief second before she began, “No, they meant to expose me but Y/N pushed me out of the way,” Wanda explained as she recalled the events from a couple of days prior.

Dr. Cho nodded slightly in acknowledgment before responding “It’s a good thing Y/N was the one affected by this in all honesty. Without running tests, there’s no way to know whether the rest of the team has the gene structure to survive such an attack. She got real lucky,” Dr. Cho explained as she went over the results of the tests.

Wanda struggled with this internally. Part of her was thankful things unfolded the way they did because if they hadn't the situation could've been a lot worse, but the other part twisted it to figure that you must have just been trying to 1-up her. You never do anything nice without something in it for yourself, at least in her eyes. This wasn’t anything new when it came to the way she thought about you. It was often that your intentions were competitive and came off abrasive, but she tended to use that model of thought for anything you did in her presence. Shaking every bit of sincerity off for a hidden agenda, and refusing to see any good in you. Deep down, maybe she didn’t want to see the good in you, it was so much easier to be closed off. Afraid that once she starts to unravel you, she’ll have no more walls to hide behind. No more armor to keep her from falling for you, to keep her safe from the pain she’s always known to follow. So, she doesn't think too deeply about it, instead, she lets her thoughts protect her.

It was easier for her to paint you as an asshole than to deal with the mixed emotions she felt for you. Blaming everything on your lack of empathy acted almost as a shield for her, enabling her to bury other emotions so deep that she could forget about them. After replaying the events over and over in her head on a loop, she was able to spin the story in her head and concluded that you must’ve known about your genetics. You had to go through genetic testing to be a field operative with such high clearance, surely that’s how you knew. So the only reason you even pushed her out of the way was to look like the hero, to make it look like she needed saving, knowing full well you’d make it out just fine. Ugh, you’re the worst.

With that, it was like a switch in Wanda flipped. As if her emotions were immediately shut off, she stopped visiting you at the medbay and was happy to go about her daily life without a care in the world of your condition.

You spent the next few weeks recovering. Natasha was by your side every step of the way, acutely aware of who visited you and who didn’t. Wanda never did. Tony came by a few times, you two weren't very close but he felt the need to show face at least. With nothing much to talk about, Tony always defaulted to talking about work when he was nervous. He didn’t find himself in too many situations without anything to say, but when he did, he attempted to claim the room with his confidence as he always had in his career. Almost as a nervous tik, he defaulted to talking about things that he knew a great deal about, even if the people around him didn’t.

To his surprise, you were easily able to keep up with his shop talk jargon and follow along with the schematics he propped open as examples. The two of you quickly began bonding over your love for science and math. Nat noticed the uptick in visits from Stark and was happy to see you making more connections with the people she called family.

Some of the other Avengers made their way down to the medbay as well after Nick encouraged it in a meeting. He knew how good of an agent you were, following your progress ever since word spread about you during your time at SHIELD Academy. It was practically unheard of for an Agent to graduate early, only 2 had ever done it before you. Since then, he made sure to check up on your progress every few months, hoping you’d grow into a top agent so he could use you on one of his special teams. With your new onset of abilities, he figured that eventually, you’d fit right in as a new addition to the Avengers.

Fury rarely leaves anything to chance though, including your development. In order to get you comfortable with your newfound abilities, you’d need a mentor. Someone who has gone through a transition like yours before. After giving it some thought, there was only one other person on the team who could relate to you in that sense.

Thor, while he did have to prove he was worthy to his father and himself in order to unlock his full potential, his powers always belonged to him. There was nothing unexpected or confusing about it. He has always wielded his power with knowledge and confidence. Similarly, Steve’s transition was also foreseen and he was able to quickly and seamlessly get a hold of his powers.

Bruce on the other hand, still struggles to keep the beast inside of him under control. While he may be able to relate to the situation you’re currently experiencing, he wouldn’t be the right fit to mentor you with the way he is still trying to figure things out for himself.

It was clear that Wanda could relate to your situation most closely. While she may have volunteered in the experiments carried out by Hydra, the outcome was something she never could’ve expected. For a while, she struggled to come to terms with what her body was capable of. Fearing that she would lose control and hurt someone unintentionally, and deep down the fear always lingers, but she has learned how to control it; and while she may not believe it herself, her team trusts her and her ability to keep her powers in check.

Fury knew the two of you were far from besties, but he hoped this mentorship could double as a bonding experience to help get you more acclimated to the team. Wanda would need to get used to you being around more often, whether she was okay with it or not, he hoped this could help nudge her in the direction of welcoming the transition.

“No. Not a chance in hell.” Wanda argued as she stood from the chair opposite Fury in his office. Nick didn’t offer a reaction, instead, he kept his face neutral and waited for Wanda to come to terms with the arrangement.

Noticing that Fury was not giving in, Wanda broke the silence to add, “Why me? I have nothing to teach her, she’s insufferable. This seems like more of a Rodger’s job.”

“The arrangement isn’t negotiable, Maximoff. Y/N has a lot to learn from you and I’m sure you’ll be a great teacher once she’s back on her feet.” Wanda scoffed, anger beating off her, as she went to leave the meeting.

“Oh, one more thing,” Nick added causing the brunette to pause and turn by the door, “Y/N will not know about this arrangement of ours, and I intend to keep it that way, are we clear?” without giving a clear response, Wanda rolled her eyes and stormed off to the gym, wanting to let her anger out on something meant to be hit before she ended up taking it out on the nearest wall.. “Oh, and I expect an influx of visits from you to the medbay!” He shouted towards her retreating form down the hall.

Straight from Fury’s office, she stormed into the gym with a palpable aura of frustration and anger. Her usually calm and composed demeanor had given way to an agitated energy that practically crackled in the air around her.

Nat, who happened to be in the gym working on her own training routine, turned her head as she sensed Wanda's arrival. The room seemed to darken with Wanda's stormy presence, and Natasha knew that something had clearly set her off.

Wanda didn't waste a moment. She approached one of the punching bags, her eyes flashing with a mix of determination and anger. Without saying a word, she unleashed a series of powerful punches and kicks that sent the heavy bag swinging wildly.

Wanda's frustration reverberated through the gym as she relentlessly pummeled the punching bag, each strike carrying the weight of her annoyance. The ferocity of her strikes was a clear indication of her irritation. Natasha, noticing the intensity of Wanda's training session, decided it was time to address the obvious tension. Wanda's training strikes were powerful and precise, a physical manifestation of her inner turmoil.

Once Nat felt that Wanda had gotten out her initial anger, she approached her friend cautiously, waiting for a break in the flurry of punches before speaking. She knew better than anyone that sometimes words were not enough, and physical exertion was the only way to cope with intense emotions, "Wanda, what's going on?" Natasha asked, her tone laced with concern as she held the opposite side of the punching bag sturdy for Wanda to continue laying on punches.

“Fury.” She growled, “He wants me to.” *PUNCH* “mentor y/n” *PUNCH* “he won’t let” *PUNCH* “Steve do it.” *PUNCH* “He wouldn’t listen” *PUNCH* “ugh!” the punching finally stopped as she left a hand on the punching bag for balance while she caught her breath.

Natasha peeked around the bag that she held steady for Wanda to give her opinion, trying to approach with caution, knowing Wanda wouldn't like what she had to say.

Natasha didn’t know what triggered it, but she noticed the stark change in the way Wanda went from caring about you in the foreign hospital to completely shutting herself off from you as soon as you got back to New York.

Nat took a step back from the bag to gather her thoughts, “Let me get this straight, you’re throwing a fit because the girl who just saved your life is going through life-changing trauma right now and Fury is asking you to help her through it because you have experience and have been through a similar situation?” with one eyebrow slightly raised, she shot Wanda a pointed glare.

With her frustration rebuilding as she processed Nat’s words, Wanda pushed the bag away and turned toward the door, “Oh, here we go again. Poor Y/N she’s always the victim,” Wanda marched toward the door, not wanting to hear another person defend you. In her eyes, you were conniving and everything you did was calculated, other people just couldn't see past your charm to expose how much you actually tormented her. They couldn’t see how she was so clearly the victim in this circumstance. They couldn't see how twisted you made everything. She could though, she saw right through you.

Nat wasn’t letting her get off that easy. She chased after the brunette trying to storm out and grabbed her shoulder, turning her around to be face to face. Against her own desire, Wanda’s feet stayed planted to see what Nat had to say.

“Are you serious? You two may not be friends, but she saved your fucking life. She was there for you, the least you could do is offer her some support and show a sliver of gratitude! You need to take a good hard look at yourself, this isn’t the Wanda I know.” Nat scolded

Seething, Wanda bit back through gritted teeth, “I didn’t ask her to.” without giving Natasha the opportunity to speak, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the gym.

Natasha stood there nearly dumbfounded, wondering what had gotten into Wanda to make her so heartless and cruel towards you.

From the gym, instead of wallowing alone in her room, Wanda decides to leave the compound for a walk around the grounds. As she walked alone with her own thoughts, she desperately tried to calm the anger within. Spending more time with you was the last thing she wanted to do, especially after coming to the conclusion that your heroic act was just a ruse.

As she strolled, she went through countless scenarios for ways that she could get out of this whole situation. There wasn’t a single one that she thought was good enough to change Fury’s mind.

What if I broke my hand? No, I'm sure he’d still make me teach her. What if the compound mysteriously caught fire? That would probably only delay things. What if there was an Avenger’s level threat? He’d probably just make me do it when I got back. What if I became evil and left the Avengers to take over the world or something? That could work, though it’s a bit dramatic and I don't even want to take over the world.

Knowing that Nat was on your side about this already told her that everyone else at the compound would share Fury’s opinion. Out of the whole team, Nat was the one most likely to take Wanda’s side for anything. She always knew that if Natasha’s opinion differed on a subject, the others were bound to as well.

Wanda took the rest of the day to decompress and attempt to accept that she’d have to mentor you. The next day during breakfast, she heard Tony and Thor mention they’d be visiting you once they finished their meal. Knowing she’d have to see you eventually, Wanda’s ears perked at the opportunity to tag along and not go alone, “Can I come?” Wanda’s eagerness came as a shock to the two men sitting across the counter from her, but also to everyone else within earshot who wasn’t involved in the conversation.

“Come to see y/n?” Tony clarified, not sure if Wanda had heard them correctly but she nodded in confirmation, “ye- yea of course.” he confirmed, surprised Wanda had any interest in visiting you.

The hum of medical equipment filled the medbay as Tony and Thor entered, their presence bringing a dynamic shift to the room. You were still in the process of recovery, looking up with a mixture of surprise and gratitude as the two Avengers approached and Wanda trailed behind. She didn’t say anything as the two of them greeted you, and instead, she took the furthest seat in the room from your bed.

Tony, always one for theatrics, struck a dramatic pose. "Fear not, citizens! Iron Man and the God of Thunder have arrived to grace you with our formidable presence."

Thor chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Indeed! We heard tell of a valiant warrior in need of cheering, and so we have descended."

You couldn't help but smile at their playful entrance, a welcome distraction from the monotony of the medbay. However, as the three of you continued the banter, Wanda lingered at the periphery, sitting leaned back with her arms crossed and a subtle expression of indifference on her face.

Not letting her get away with sneaking in unnoticed, you broke the silence that lingered between the two of you, “Wasn’t expecting you to be here, Wanda. Did someone force you to be here or something?” You saw right through her, but before she could lie through gritted teeth and say that she was there of her own volition, Tony spoke up instead, “Believe it or not, she actually asked us to come,” Tony defended.

Riding along Tony’s explanation, Wanda forced a smile to sell it. She was grateful that he had beat her to it, she was never much good at lying. You weren’t fully convinced that there wasn’t some underlying explanation for her presence but you accepted it with an impressed look on your face, “Wow, no hidden agenda?”

“Actually there is one,” Wanda clarified as she began to explain, “I’m going to mentor you.”

“Mentor?” You were taken aback. Why was Wanda suddenly interested in mentoring you and what made her think you wanted to be her mentee?

“Yeap, we’ve both been through similar experiences and you have a lot to learn about controlling your new powers,” she added with passive aggressiveness dripping from her words.

You wanted to question her further, but you also didn’t want to push her to rescind her offer. Truthfully, you were kind of excited at the thought of Wanda teaching you how to wield your newfound abilities. You knew that she went through a similar situation while she was with Hydra and the thought of spending more time with her, though you would never admit it, made you excited, “oh- okay.” you accepted.

Wanda expected more of a fight with you about this but was relieved to get it over with easily.

“How exciting,” Thor announced, “I know a thing or two about using powers myself if you need help or anything.”

“I’ll be sure to give you a call if I find a magical hammer,” you teased making the other two chuckle.

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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Kink Bingo - Praise Kink

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1, 765

Tags: Dead dove, WHUMP?, Hydra Trash Party, Mentioned rape, Dub-con, confused WS murder meow meow, hydra!handler!reader, praise kink, touch starved Buck, hand jobs, He’s Just Super Sensitive Blame The Serum, crying what’s new, she loves him in the worst way possible

A/N: I haven’t really written something dark like this in awhile so WARNING! The one Russian translation is thanks commander. Poor Bucky but he gets petted and praised by an insane Soviet for a little bit. Subtle Steeb reference at the end. Listened to gimme danger the entire time.

You leaned back in the stiff leather chair, waiting for your delivery. Strike team was bringing the asset to your office at some point. Your mouth pinched at the thought�� they played too rough with the poor thing. Soldat was the fist of Hydra, not a common whore. You didn’t like the Americans very much, but Karpov had sent you along with the asset to get adjusted to being under Alexander Pierce’s control.

So you handled your precious boy until the Americans grew tired of you. They’d already beaten the little life the asset had left into a pulp. He was even more quiet and confused than in Siberia. You’d give him some peace before being discarded, hopefully by the greatest creation of Hydra.

The door opened, the young agent Rumlow shoving the asset inside with an irritated noise. You raised a brow at Soldat’s state— bloodied and bruised moreso than the average mission. Rumlow barked, “He didn’t listen, stupid fuck needs to get wiped again. Got punished, so stop looking at me like that Komandir.”

“Fuck off,” you hissed.

Rumlow slammed the door with a scoff. Your precious soldat stumbled forward dazedly. He knew the drill even between countless wipes, come report to the handler after a mission. Soldat limped forward and kneeled between your legs, wide blues looking up blankly. His nose was bruised, one of his eyes bloodshot and blackened.

You frowned and carded a gentle hand through his thick brown locks, sighing softly. His jaw twitched, throat bobbed. You stated, “Status report.”

His robotic reply came quickly, “Fractured left orbital, nasal fracture, broken anterior ribs nine and ten. Palatal Petechiae, anal fissure.”

You almost hissed at the last part. The strike team was a bunch of mongrel deviants, using the asset to sate their primal urges. With a coo you placed both hands on his cheeks, carefully thumbing over his black eye.

“Baby, poor baby,” you simpered. His wide eyes searched your face, glassing over with tears. You lied, “Those strike team boys are dogs. You’re just so pretty they can’t help themselves.” Soldat whined sadly through his swollen nose, guilty gaze flicking to the ground.

“I didn’t listen- I- I need maintenance,” he said.

He thought he deserved it. He probably didn’t, they just searched for ways to inflict torture. Nasty American pigs. You would make soldat feel better in the meantime. He loved praise and petting, baby was so touch starved. Vasily had taught you that about the asset. Said it makes him more obedient in close quarters because he gets so overstimulated and needy.

“Soldier,” you sweetly said, “You’ll get your maintenance soon. Let your handler take care of her precious star.”

You moved your hands to gently scratch at his scalp, frowning at the pieces that were obviously ripped out using force. You murmured, “How did they use you?” Soldat had to open his hazy eyes, almost purring at your ministrations.

“They used my anus and throat. Multiple members of Strike team Alpha,” he rasped oh-so-quiet. You bit back another hiss, focusing on untangling his dark locks.

You liked the way his English sounded. Your accent was thick and guttural. The asset’s English was soft-spoken, lilting, pretty. You knew it was his native tongue long ago. Pierce told you to stop speaking Russian with Soldat, who currently leaned into your touch, quivering muscles settling down. His injuries would be slowly knitting up— the bruises would be a couple of days, the broken bones a couple more.

Soldat was perfect like that. You ordered, “Just relax precious, if you can.” He nodded obediently, stable hands clasped behind. You worked on the multiple buckles and zips caging in his finely tuned body. Soldat’s titanium arm clicked and clacked in the quiet room, the only noise besides the hum of the A/C.

You peeled off the tight leather from his torso, sucking in a breath at the bruising. You sighed again, “My poor baby, they did a number hm?” He nodded slowly, lips trembling. You rubbed at the knots in his thick shoulders, the asset moaning softly. He never got very loud, but the cries and sniffles when he came were divine.

“Such a pretty angel baby, I know you did great, you always do.”

He vaguely nodded, a half-assed jerk of his pretty jaw. The soldier whimpered, “C-commander please.” His swollen red lips still pouted and shook, sobs threatening to rip out of his sore throat. You purred, “Do you want a reward soldier? Sweet baby.”

“Mhm,” he croaked.

You eyed his peaked nipples and straining bulge in his cargo pants. He had a pretty cock, flushed and thick, just huge, like the rest of him. You unbuckled his belt easily, sliding the pants down strong thighs. They even quivered under your attentions. You couldn’t help the quirk of your lips at soldat gasping when his swollen cock slapped his toned stomach.

You pressed soft kisses to his neck and jaw, wandering hands paying mind to the broken parts of his body. Awkwardly you ushered the naked asset up, leading him forward to sit on your desk. His thighs tantalizingly spread out when he sat down with a wince. You apologized, “So sorry sweet boy, I’ll make it better then you’ll get some rest.”

“спасибо командир,” he murmured.

You chided, lips ghosting over his own, “No Russian, remember baby? I know the Americans are confusing.”

His lips puckered eagerly, waiting for a kiss. You closed the distance, winding a hand into his long locks. You rubbed soothing circles while sharing his lips in slowed smacks. The asset liked everything slow, you figured it kept him relaxed. Nothing like the jackhammering cocks of the disgusting strike team.

He whined happily into your mouth, arching into your body. You smiled, sweet thing wanted his tits touched but wouldn’t dare to ask. So you did it for him, “You want me to play with your tits baby? My needy star.” He nodded frantically, chasing your lips to crash back against his.

You slid the hand from his hair and hip to rub wide circles on his built pecs.

Then you ran your thumbs in tight motions on his dusky nubs, so fucking gentle like your super-soldier pet would break. You knew he would if he could. The asset shivered, a thin whine of ‘commandeeerrr’ elicited instead. You clenched your thighs to dull the ache. You never fucked the asset. Just played with him until he got his sweet release.

You weren’t like the thugs here taking and taking. Soldat needed you like the oxygen in the air. He needed some sort of twisted love in his lonely life. You sucked on his tongue to abate the pang in your chest from the thought of abandoning your sweet boy.

Soldat’s arm shifted and whined in random intervals— signals just as overwhelmed as the rest of him. You kept up the assault on his nipples, the poor thing’s drool making your kiss grow sloppier and wetter. He mewled into the lazy movements, hands trembling. You murmured, “You can touch baby boy.”

You almost squeaked at the feeling of his big hands groping your ass. He tried to be gentle but soldat rarely knew his own strength. You’d cherish the usual mottling of your skin afterward. He brokenly panted, “Commander, feels…s’good. Thank you.” His dark lashes fluttered when you pinched his now swollen peaks, full lips hanging wide open in ecstasy.

“No need to thank me precious, I know my perfect boy needs it. Do you want me to play with your pretty cock?”

He let out a mournful noise— huge arms pulling you even closer. Soldat would probably latch onto you like a puppy if he didn’t have orders. He pled, “Will you, pl-please please.” The asset flushed and winced, expecting a slap for asking questions. You pressed your lips to his slick mouth and hummed, “I’ve got you, my star has such manners.”

You pulled back, his brows furrowing in distress at the absence of your mouth. You let your collected drool drip into your palm and wrapped it around engorged flesh. He cried out and bit down to stop the noise.

“Don’t hide your sweet sounds from me, I want to hear my precious boy.”

A choppy exhale of breath was your answer. He squirmed and sniffled as you methodically fucked your fist on his cock. Slow, slow, a rough twist on the head and your prize was trembling like a virgin. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, puffing hot breath on the thin cloth of your top. The asset babbled random words in different languages interspersed with the most breathtaking little sobs.

You slid your thumb around the extra sensitive frenulum, the sweet thing sniffling and wetting your shoulder with tears. He tried to speak, “K-Ko- hah, haaah, mmh, fuck!” Your other hand— once tight in his perfect hair slid down to cup his overfull sac. You squeezed at the heated flesh. Soldat muffled his wail, hands scrabbling at your body.

His back was painfully arched, you ordering him to relax some. He did with a pitiful mewl, soaking more tears into your turtleneck. You grinned at the tell-tale little sobs. He’d get so pitchy you felt bad for your simple little weapon, his throat probably hurt even more from the high sounds. You husked in his ear, “That’s it my good boy, singing so pretty for your commander, you needed it baby.”

He was rutting into your fist with abandon, the left arm going off with buzzing signals. You dug your thumb into his weeping slit, guided a gentle finger holding his balls to that loose skin behind. You pressed up and gasped when Soldat almost crushed you with his arms, shaking and coming apart at the seams. The asset couldn’t catch his breath, aborted tiny cries leaving his swollen throat.

He wept openly now— flushed member shooting rope after rope of white cum. He stained your already ruined top and flooded your fist. You pumped Soldat through the climax until he mewled and shied away. He seized your lips again passionately, pouring singleminded need into the action. You kissed the perfect asset back, pressing your tits against his broad chest. You wanted to steal him away in the moment, leave with the priceless thing and start anew somewhere.

But that wouldn’t happen. He’d realize you’re just as tainted as the rest of Hydra and probably kill you as his brain inevitably cleared up. So you’d enjoy your pliant, perfect toy for now. You mumbled against insistent lips, “Baby did so good, Commander loves you. Precious star.” He teared up again— not sure where he remembered another voice telling the asset that he was loved.

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 4 months

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We Put the Home in this Hellhouse

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53040427 by o_k_dokey Peter Parker is known to his classmates as kind, smart, and always willing to help out someone in need. He's the upperclassman sweetheart of his school's engineering department and is loved by all, so when some of his classmates find out Peter just turned 21, they decide to invite him out on the town to introduce him to bar culture. Little do they know, Peter is friends with mercenaries and has spent the last seven years knee deep in New York's crime scene due to his vigilante work. Chaos ensues. ... Otherwise known as Peter is best friends with one Wade Wilson and has been frequenting Sister Margaret's since he was a teenager. Words: 4203, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Deadpool - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Matt Murdock, Jessica Jones (Marvel), Jack Hammer | Weasel, Logan (X-Men), Patch (Deadpool), Bob Agent of HYDRA | Robert Dobalina, Original Characters, Tony Stark (mentioned) Relationships: Peter Parker & Wade Wilson, Peter Parker & Matt Murdock, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Jessica Jones & Peter Parker, Logan (X-Men) & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Children (Marvel), Alternate Universe - College/University, Peter Parker & Wade Wilson are Best Friends, Mercenaries, Gambling, BAMF Peter Parker, Mercenary Wade Wilson, Peter gives up and accepts his fate, His friends are confused but roll with it, This is crack based on a prompt I saw, Jess is your friendly neighborhood wine aunt, Wade is an overgrown toddler, Logan is just there for the chaos, Could be read as peter/wade if you want read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53040427

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smalls-words · 2 years

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Cyborgs Have Hearts, Right?

Summary: Wanda and Natasha love a cyborg, you, until they don’t. But they just don’t realise how much they’ve lost you by betraying you. (my summaries suck when I’m sick)

Pairings: WandaNat x Fem!Cyborg!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: plane crashes, Bruce being an asshole in Avengers 2012, my shitty writing of trying to get through different movies in one fic, self-harm (forcefully not sleeping, doing other things that I can’t say otherwise they’ll spoil the ending).

Requested: YES/no

A/N - So this got a little bit out of hand, and wild. I normally wouldn’t write cheating but I had a bad mental health day the other day so I wrote this partially then and I wanted it out of my drafts. Have fun getting your hearts ripped out 😁

*not my gifs*

You never would have imagined you’d meet Natasha and Wanda, being a cyborg. Well, part cyborg. I get how that’s confusing, so I’ll explain. And no, you weren’t from HYDRA or the Red Room.

You were from SHIELD.

The process of your transformation from brutally injured by a plane crash to a peak-performance cybernetically-enhanced human was long. They had to replace most of your body, powered by the Tesseract, and almost lost you twice. Half of your face was turned into metal, your limbs and almost your entire torso was turned into moulding, ever-evolving vibranium, the magic of the Tesseract copying the properties of Captain America’s shield to create you.

For a while, you were isolated as your brain tried to piece your personality back together. Missions were easy, you didn’t have to do much, but as your mind came back, you were placed in a medical bed.

You watched as the people coming through the door were familiar. The redhead’s hairstyle was a short and curled bob, whilst her piercing green eyes immediately captured your mind’s attention.

“N… Natasha… Natasha Romanoff.” You stated that day, making her smile as she leaned in and hugged you tightly.

“Hi, Y/N/N.”

“Tasha!” You hugged her back gently before the whole explanation of what you went through was given by Natasha and Fury.

Afterwards, you were sent on your first mission as a part of the new team of Avengers. You sat next to Natasha in the pilot seat, your hands on your thighs until she reached over and took your right hand.

“Are you okay, detka?”

“I am not a baby.” You grumbled, the Russian immediately translating in your head.

Natasha chuckled whilst you sat calmly with her hand holding yours before she landed the jet and you stood with her.

“No, Y/N, you need to stay here with the agents.” She put a hand on your chest.

You took another step forward and were surprised when she was able to push you back. “No, Y/N, stay.”

You sighed shortly and stopped pushing against her, the comms directly linking with your cyborg body as she stepped into the small hut. You watched the child she paid run out of the hut before returning minutes later, a man following behind her.

“Dr. Bruce Banner, also known as: The Hulk. Highly dangerous.” Your cyborg mind reported and you watched as your hand turned into a plasma cannon.

“No! No, no, no, Tasha is in there!” You growled to your arm, pushing it down.

“Disabling plasma cannon.”

You sighed in relief as your hand returned, focusing on the words floating in through the comms.

“What does Fury want me to do, swallow it?” Bruce stated, the bug planted on the table making his voice loud and clear.

“He wants you to find it. It’s been taken. It emits a gamma signature that’s too weak for us to trace. There’s no-one that knows gamma radiation like you do. If there was… that’s where I’d be.” Natasha responded.

“So Fury isn’t after the monster?”

“Not that he’s told me.”

“And he tells you everything?”

A moment of silence let your eyes adjust and you could see their heartbeats, Natasha’s steady whilst Bruce’s was beating fast. You looked down at your chest as it glowed blue, getting brighter and brighter as you watched Bruce’s heartbeat climb.

“Talk to Fury, he needs you on this.”

“He needs me in a cage?”

“STOP LYING TO ME!”

A flash of light surrounded you and when your eyes adjusted, you stood in front of Natasha with a gun pointing at your chest. You could see the hurt in her eyes as they watered, suddenly focused on your chest as the clothes you had on were gone, melted from the teleportation.

“I’m sorry, that was mean.” Bruce apologised from behind you but you didn’t pay him any attention.

Instead, you cupped Natasha’s cheeks and brought her eyes to yours, your smooth metallic thumb caressing her soft skin. “Tasha… Ty v poryadke. (You’re okay.) I’m here.” The Russian melted off of your lips and brought her back to the real world, making you smile lightly until you faced Bruce.

“Do that again and I will have no problem plasma-blasting you.” You growled.

“Stand down. We’re good here.” Natasha reported into the comms and you watched the heartbeats of the agents around you back away.

“Just you and me, huh?” Bruce smirked, but a glare from you shot it down.

“Escort for Bruce Banner. Keep him in a different jet.” You ordered, watching a few agents take Bruce to the nearby jet whilst you took Natasha.

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A few weeks later, you remembered Natasha’s love for you and you accepted her back easily. Whilst your body may have been made of metal, your heart and mind were not so easily destroyed.

And because of this love, you followed her orders to stay away from the Avengers as they fought Ultron in the later years.

Until Fury dragged you into their mess.

“Cyborg, we’ve got a carrier going down!” Maria yelled at you from across the room and you teleported outside the window, the heels of your feet turning into thrusters that guided you to catch the carrier and slot it into the side of the bigger ship.

You landed in the church of the floating province of Sokovia once finished, punching and blasting your way through a wave of Ultron Sentries. You smirked as Clint caught your eye, a beautiful brunette woman standing next to him.

“What’s up, Metallica?” He jeered and your sensors didn’t fail to tell you that she was looking at you.

“Where’s Tasha?” You asked, only to hear the loud rumble of a bulldozer come towards you.

You smiled widely as she jumped out, jogging in to see you standing there with your arms wide open.

“What are you doing here?! I told you to stay away!” She huffed, hugging you anyways.

“You said stay with Fury. Fury came here.” You shrugged, kissing her temple before you saw a body of metal float in the air.

Ultron.

“What’s up, asshole?! Got anything else for me to play with?!” You smirked, punching your fist into your palm.

Unlike the others, your grin didn’t falter as more Sentries piled up, your hands turning into plasma cannons.

“Holy shit.” You heard behind you, a blonde man in sleek sportsgear.

“Thanks, bro.” You chuckled, looking back at Ultron’s army as they charged towards you.

You immediately hit them with a large blast, desecrating a whole line of them in one go. Your arms changed and you shot out bolts of heat, much like Tony’s repulsors, except yours were much more powerful. Anything they touched instantly melted, making your target practice increasingly fun.

After a short time that felt like a freaking aeon, you ripped out the core of the last Sentry for the wave, smirking as you crushed it between your fingertips.

“Have fun without me, my love?” You asked Natasha, watching her eyes roll.

“You stay here with the core. We can’t all breathe as we get higher and higher, but you can.” She smirked, poking at your exposed gears.

“Hey! That’s like me touching your organs!” You blocked her hands but still let her poke you a bit, knowing that this was how she relieved stress.

“Is not!” She chuckled, shoving you lightly.

“You good?” Steve asked you and you gave him a metallic thumbs up.

“Go on, get out of here.” You smirked at him, Clint and your girl, watching them split off as you sat on the sandstone steps.

Your sensors fired whenever a Sentry got close, but the sound of boots without the sensors firing made you wary. You stood up quickly and turned around, only to see that brunette woman again.

“Oh. Hi.” You murmured, looking down to see your body evolve.

Small metallic sheets, the size of nanites, covered your ‘organs’ and you smirked as they changed colour. “Guess I have clothes now.” You chuckled to yourself.

“You are… quite a sight.” She stated, jumping as your arm faced behind you and hit a Sentry.

“I am mostly a robot, so that’s probably why.” You snickered, your hand returning to normal.

Your sensors fired again and you turned your head to see the blonde man from before. “Hallo. I am Pietro.” He smirked.

“Y/N.” You replied, turning to the brunette. “And you are?”

“She’s Wanda.” Pietro answered, but you shook your head, still looking at her.

“Wanda. Wanda Maximoff. We are twins.” She stated, confused by your manner.

“A woman is talked over and spoken for too much in this world. I always give a lady the chance to speak, especially when she is as beautiful as you.” You explained, not registering Wanda’s blush as you fired at more Sentries.

“Pietro, get the people on the boats.” Wanda ordered.

“I’m not going to leave you here.” He scoffed.

“I can handle this.” She shot out a red tendril and you blinked a few times, watching the Sentry get pulled apart before falling to the ground.

“Come back for me when everyone else is off, not before.” Wanda continued.

You admired the way her and her brother argued, making you chuckle as he sped off to continue the fight. You shot out a blast to an incoming Sentry and leaned against the large cylindrical pin.

“So, are you having fun?” You asked her, watching her smirk at you.

“Are you?”

“Oh, I love spending my weekends getting some target practice in.”

“I can see. You have quite the arsenal.”

Suddenly, your sensors fired off and you looked around, seeing through the walls of the destroyed buildings to view Clint holding a young child.

“Y/N!” He called for you and you saluted playfully to Wanda, disappearing and reappearing in front of him.

Your right hand turned into a shield and you covered your face whilst your body covered Clint, the bullets ricocheting off of you before you plasma-blasted the Quinjet above you, your aim true as the android inside fell to the ground.

“You okay?” Pietro asked, watching as the ‘clothes’ turned back into your normal shell.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. Clint?” You turned to him, noticing the small child in his grip.

You knelt in front of him and offered your hand, but he scrambled away from you and you sighed as Clint’s palm rested on your cold shoulder.

“Go get Wanda.”

You nodded and disappeared, reappearing by the pin only to see her gone and a Sentry turning the pin. The ground fell beneath you and your thrusters caught you, but your mind was only on one thing.

Two things, actually.

“Natasha?!” You called into your comms.

“I’m alright, lyubov (love).” She answered calmly, clearing one thing out of your mind.

You wove through the debris and found Wanda hovering with mascara running down her cheeks, seeing Vision come towards you.

“Take her!” You handed her over, kissing her temple softly before you fell back and watched Thor collapse into the ocean.

You helped him out before your sensors fired, seeing a familiar figure land on the ground between the trees of the forest. You made sure Thor was alright before you flew over to it, noticing the red of its eyes.

You hummed, your scanners rising and falling on the destroyed metallic form. “You’re afraid.”

“Of you?” Ultron scoffed.

“Of death. You’re the last one.” You explained shortly.

“If it wasn’t for your securities, you were going to be the last.” He grumbled, shuffling towards you.

“Stark asked for a saviour and settled for a slave. If you are neither, what are you to SHIELD?”

“A friend.”

“How disappointing.” He sighed.

“I guess we are both disappointments then.” You shrugged.

“I guess so.”

“Humans… we are odd. I don’t even know if I can call myself one anymore. We think in black and white; we think order and chaos are opposites and yet, we cannot exist in one without the other.”

He shifted his lop-sided head and looked at you, not understanding the meaning behind your smile.

“But there is a grace within our failings, our mistakes. I think you missed that.”

“They’re doomed.” He murmured.

“That is true.” You sat down on the ground, placing your elbows on your knees as you moved them in and out, eying a small flower by your side.

You dug your hand underneath the ground and uprooted it, holding it within the pile of dirt as its petals shone in the sunlight.

“But… a flower isn’t beautiful because it lasts. No, it’s the period of beauty that comes and goes, the changing within the seasons and… growing. It’s quite truly a privilege to be a human… a privilege I lost and yet, it is so fulfilling to be in their presence.”

“You’re unbearably naive.” Ultron groaned.

“Well… at least I wasn’t born yesterday.” You smirked, watching him leap at you.

You drove your hand into his chest and crushed the core that resided in it, shaking his shell off of your arm as the core disintegrated within your grip.

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You, Wanda and Natasha got along well when you all resided within the compound. The shift to the new place was amazing and it was just in time for your recent evolution of ‘clothes’, since the press thought it was a great daily field trip.

You trained with them both, your quick reflexes as the only challenge against Natasha whilst Wanda trained with you to practise her abilities. You would open yourself up and let her weave her magic through your gears, talking her through the control techniques you used.

“How do you control your anger?” She asked one day, pulling her magic back from your body as you closed up.

“Is someone here pissing you off? Am I pissing you off?” You gasped playfully, only for her to roll her eyes and smirk at you.

“No! It’s just… I know it wasn’t Tony’s fault, but when I see him, I still get angry.” Her smirk faded away and you sighed, taking her hand in yours.

“I used to get angry. Well, I wasn’t quite sure what it was because my brain was still piecing itself back together, but I would get this swell in my chest. And when I felt that…”

You looked across the gym and saw Natasha at the punching bag.

“I would think of her. I would think of how she comforts me during my panic attacks, how she tries and fails to cook for me when I’m sad, how she is always there for me.”

Wanda smiled at your explanation. “I wish I had that.”

*With the both of you.* She finished in her mind, but she didn’t notice the glint in your eyes.

“Tasha, baby!” You called for her and she walked over to you.

“Yes, lyubov (love)?” She asked.

“Remember what we talked about a few nights ago?”

She climbed into the ring and sat with her left knee against you and her right against Wanda. “Is it time?”

You nodded and placed your hand on Wanda’s cheek, confusing her until you pulled her in for a loving kiss. Her eyes were still wide as you pulled away, glancing at Natasha before she kissed her too.

“What is happening?” Wanda asked as Natasha leaned back against you.

“For a mind reader, you are quite oblivious.” The Widow smirked and you guided Wanda’s hands to both of your temples.

“Go on. We trust you.” You smiled, feeling her poke around in your mind for a brief moment until she pulled away.

“So… you like me?”

“Bozhe moi (my God), Wanda, do you need another hint?” Natasha chuckled.

“Yes, we like you. And don’t you get all meanie-pants, I was oblivious too.” You scolded the Widow lightly.

Natasha rolled her eyes before she smirked at Wanda. “Wanna go have a shower whilst Y/N makes us lunch?”

Wanda nodded, watching as you ‘dressed’ yourself and went to the kitchen whilst she followed Natasha.

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One whole year. One whole year of love, nurturing and admiration led you to this very moment as you stood outside of Natasha’s room and heard not one, not two, but three different moans.

“FRIDAY, where’s Ross?” You asked softly, the AI able to interface directly with you.

“He is currently on a flight to Vienna. Would you like for me to connect you in a call?”

“Yes please, just… let me get further away.”

You hovered down the hallway so as to be silent before you stood in the meeting room alone, circling the table until the call finally connected.

“Yes, Cyborg? And get rid of your disguise.” Ross coughed through and you relinquished your hold on the reflective sheets over your body.

“I surrender to the Accords.” You spoke plainly, writing down on a piece of paper before you took a snapshot of it.

“Here’s my signature.”

“I will put it forward to the Accords. The Department of State thanks you for your service, Cyborg. We will be seeing you soon for assessment.”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded as the connection closed, your sensors noticing the two heartbeats that stood behind you.

“Y/N/N? Honey, what was that about?” Natasha questioned you calmly but you walked past her, your metallic body bruising hers.

“Y/N, baby cakes-”

“Don’t call me that!” You snarled.

“Y/N, darling, calm down.” Wanda cooed, trying to walk towards you but you stepped back.

“Really? You think you’re in a position to call me ‘honey’ and ‘darling’ when you’re fucking behind my back?!”

“Babe, it’s never bothered you that we have sex when you’re on a mission. Why is it bothering you now?” Natasha asked, confused.

“It never bothered me because it was you two. Just you two.” You emphasised and they turned to each other.

“Y/N, what are you talking about?”

“Enough with the lies, Natasha.”

You hadn’t called her that since before you two were together. Her eyes fell to the floor and she stepped slightly in front of Wanda, but a blonde bob of hair caught your eyes.

“What’s up, hot stuffs? Who’s ready for round five-”

You almost stumbled back as you recognised the woman who came in, the same look of shock on her face. “Y/N?! You’re alive?! And you’re a robot!”

“Cyborg, Carol.” You growled.

She immediately tried to give you a hug but you stepped to the side, still looking at your girls. “You fucked my oldest friend?”

“Wait, what?” Carol turned to them and they didn’t look at her, simply keeping their eyes on you.

“You three are a thing? Since when?”

“Well, Natasha and I were a thing since before I crashed in that HYDRA plane, and then sweet little Wanda joined us last year.” You spat.

“Get out, Carol.”

“Y/N, I swear I didn’t know-”

“I can see your vitals. I know.” You ushered her out, locking the doors as you tapped into the security system.

“So, wanna explain why you fucked my best friend?”

“Because you don’t have sex with us anymore!” Wanda barked.

“Shut it, Wanda; Natasha and I were a thing long before you came around. I wasn’t asking you.” You shot a blast near her feet, making her eyes redden.

“Hmm? Wanna explain why my girlfriend of four, almost five years went behind my back? Do you not love me anymore?”

“It’s hard to love a robot.” Wanda sneered.

“I’m not a robot!” You jumped up, angry beyond reason.

“I have a heart! I have a brain, even if it has been integrated with metal and magic! I’m still human! For fuck’s sake, I thought you would have liked me having certain parts as cybernetic!” You snickered sensually.

“I feel emotions! I may be able to punch through a wall without so much as a flick of my wrist, but I can still cry!”

“Y/N, please… let us try again.” Natasha begged you and you stepped away from her.

“Don’t. Don’t touch me. You don’t get that anymore.”

You looked down at your hands and scoffed, feeling tears prick your eyes as you looked at Wanda. “I make fun of myself for being a robot because when I do it and when the press does it, it rolls off of my back. But when you call me a robot…”

Wanda’s eyes stopped glowing as she realised how badly she’s hurt you.

“It hurts beyond any pain I’ve experienced.” You sniffled, teleporting away from them.

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For the next few weeks, Natasha and Wanda didn’t see you. It wasn’t that you weren’t around, it was that you both avoided them and when necessary, used your reflective panels to turn invisible. You never confronted them, always hanging with Bucky and Sam as you played video games, your own hands as controllers sometimes.

With them, you could forget the feeling of betrayal. You could forget feeling shame, you could forget the love you previously had for the girls. Bucky and Sam took you out to clubs and parties, watching the girls flirt with you as they glided their hands over your metallic body.

But then you would return to the compound, your room once filled with their clothes and their scent. You moved out of it, hiding in the laundry as you slept in a stasis mode similar to Vision, even though nobody knew.

Well, except for Bucky, Sam and Carol. You told them everything and they were there for you. Sam offered to take you to his group therapy sessions with ex-veterans, simply being there for a distraction. Bucky trained with you in the gym and the shooting range, always keeping tabs on Natasha and Wanda so you wouldn’t run into them.

And Carol supported you, in every way but sexually. She would hug you when you cried, take you on shopping sprees when she could, and was just there for you. But you were friends, that was all.

Then suddenly, the Accords happened. You were clearly on Tony’s side, having already signed, but there were still 72 hours to sign as people flowed in and out of the compound. You sat on the couch in the living room as you watched TV by yourself, smirking as the white house blew up once more.

A knock at the door didn’t need to be done as Wanda walked in.

“Can we talk?” She asked.

“There’s not much to talk about.” You mumbled, fiddling with the mechanics of your hand.

“Y/N, there is.”

“How long?”

She was silent until you turned your head to hers and she saw your face. Bloodshot eyes alarmed her whilst dark bags underneath didn’t help disguise your sleeping habits.

“Y/N, are you sleeping at all?”

“Sleeping, stasis mode, same thing.” You grumbled, standing up.

“Y/N, that’s not sleeping. You still have a human brain, a human heart. They both need human rest.” She huffed.

“Where was this concern two months ago?” You chuckled dryly, skimming through the fridge.

“Turn around.”

“I’m hungry.”

“You don’t eat.”

You shrugged - she wasn’t wrong. A robot stomach didn’t run on food.

“Y/N, please don’t make me use my magic.” She begged, her hand glowing with the red wisps you had originally adored.

“Please. You got the Mind Stone, I got the Tesseract. The same levels of energy. You can’t fuck up my brain like you did to the others.”

She sighed, shooting one towards your skull. You grimaced as she wormed her way into your mind, trying to force you to sleep. But she pulled back when she saw the dark thoughts that had been playing in your mind since the break up.

“You… Y/N, no. No, no, no…” She stood, cupping your cheeks after walking to you.

“Y/N, you can’t be serious.”

“Why not? It’s not hard. I am a robot, aren’t I?” You giggled, delusion filling your sleep-deprived mind.

“Y/N, I need you to listen to me.”

“Shutting down in five, four, three, two…” You teased darkly, moving her away from you.

“Y/N, please! Just… Just stop!”

“Why? So you can go find a new fuck buddy? No thanks.”

She watched you walk away, following after you to see you sit down next to Bucky and Sam since Carol was off-world. You were laughing at Bucky’s jokes, sure, but your eyes didn’t show it. She called Natasha to her side and the Widow sighed when she saw you.

“She wants to turn everything off.” Wanda murmured, alarming the Widow.

“What?”

“I heard it, in her mind.”

Natasha stepped into the room and was about to physically knock some sense into you until a person walked through the set of doors behind the couch.

“Avengers… a meeting?”

Ross.

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You stood quietly in the corner of the room as he explained that a few Avengers still needed to sign or retire, looking at Wanda in particular.

“Of course, Y/N signed before it was even made public.” Ross grinned, patting you on the back.

“It was a great deal, I’m not going to lie, sir.” You smiled.

“What deal?” Natasha asked, your head turning to hers slowly before you nodded at Ross.

“Y/N has decided to… shut down certain parts of her cybernetic body.”

Immediately, every Avenger stood up and argued, a single blast from your hand making them silent.

“Relax, guys. It’s just so I’m no longer dangerous to everyone.” You smirked, looking at Natasha and Wanda.

“Give us a list of the parts you are shutting down, Y/N.” Sam growled, making you turn to him with a sad look in your eyes.

“Almost all motor functions except for basic capabilities such as walking for my legs and lifting for my arms. All weapons will be disabled but still kept in my body since they are attached to certain human parts of me. Things like my thrusters and sensors will be turned off as I will have no need to fly or detect my surroundings.”

“Anything else?” Wanda asked sternly, the sad look in your eyes gone as you turned to her.

“Everything will still be here but anything that is noted as weapons will be turned off.”

“Thank you, Cyborg.” Ross nodded to you.

“Report to Vienna tomorrow at noon, please.”

“Yes, sir. It’ll give me enough time for a new update.” You thanked him, watching him leave.

“If you need me, don’t.”

You walked to your old room and sat down on the bed, looking down at your hands as a holographic screen appeared. You typed in ‘yes’ and hit enter, closing your eyes as the update began.

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You didn’t appear for the Vienna meeting, but a message popped up on Ross’ phone and he dismissed it. Wanda had kept a close eye on your room and hadn’t seen the door open once in the past day and a half.

She only saw you as you landed on the tarmac of the airport in Germany, with Rhodey downed on the grass out far by the runways and the jet containing Steve and Bucky long gone.

“Y/N! Thank god!” She ran towards you but you blasted at her, forcing her to shield herself.

“Y/N?”

Cars and trucks wailed onto the tarmac, parking beside you whilst Ross stepped out, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, please take Wanda Maximoff into custody by any means necessary.” He asked, simply leaning on his cane.

You marched towards Wanda and shot out a collar from your hand, your eyes void of focus.

“NO!” She howled, drawing Natasha’s attention as she saw you standing over Wanda, delivering a bolt of electricity strong enough to knock her out.

“Y/N…” Natasha ran out to you and Ross eyed her, the simple notion of his eyes enough for you to turn around.

“Y/N, please, listen to me, baby.”

“Y/N is not here.” Ross chuckled, your hands turning into plasma cannons.

“What did you do to her?!” She growled, aiming her gun at him.

“I did nothing. Well… I did put a virus in her system. All it took was for her mind to degrade to the point of exhaustion. When she started her update, I slid a virus into her and voila - I have a robot under my control.”

Natasha looked at you desperately. “She’s not a robot. She’s kind, loving to a fault, and so much more than a weapon.”

“Funny. You didn’t think like that a few weeks ago.” He sneered.

As you picked Wanda up, you looked at Natasha. She watched as you cocked your head to the side.

Natasha’s face drained itself of colour. She turned to Ross and eyed the evil grin he held. “Did you…?”

“Oh, no, Ms Romanoff. This was all in her own update. I simply wanted control.”

Natasha turned back to your dead eyes that rested on her form. “My heart, please, I beg you to listen to me. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere, I’m not leaving you.”

“You took her heart and ripped it into pieces. What makes you think she still has yours?” Ross questioned, guiding you to place Wanda into the transport car before he drove off.

“Y/N/N?” Natasha sniffled, a sliver of hope riding on the idea that your nickname could shock you out of your update.

“I’m sorry, I don’t recognise that name in my database. Would you like for me to search across the internet for you?”

A/N - Here’s Part 2!

#smalls-words #natasharomanoff #natasharomanoffimagine #natasharomanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasharomanoff angst #wandamaximoffimagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff

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sciderman · 6 months

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There is something incredibly appealing about a pathetic worm of a man that looks like a piece of cardboard. He just sits there and at any form of praise or even degradation he explodes and gets flustered. I just think that Bob is a pathetic man who deserves some good lovin.

im begging you to stop sexualising the agent of hydra

#sci speaks #please get a better blorbo that is not nazi-coded

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twoidiotwriters1 · 11 months

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Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: If you think this is ooc for our special guest maybe but it’s not even a big deal he would love it either way. Also @siriuslysirius1107 if you see this make sure you read the prior chapter before you start this one -Danny

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xxv: Copycat & Nightcrawler

The mutants stepped into the dimly lit bar with Kurt using his nano mask to look human, Cat's eyes were brown as well as her hair. M.O.U.S.E. was hidden in her ear and the paw-shaped pin was placed above her breast, ready to be used.

"So who are we looking for?"

"Bob."

"Who's that?"

"You don't need to know," Cat sat down and Kurt followed her example.

"I didn't think I'd be doing this with you again," he smiled. "I'd missed it."

"What? Visiting bars together?"

"The missions. Our paths drifted apart, I thought this would never happen again."

"I always knew we'd do this again," she confessed. "I didn't know if it'd be an 'us-against-them' or 'us-helping-out-the-good-guys' kind of situation, though."

"And which one is it?"

"None, we're settling scores here," she sniffed at a drink that had been left beside her. "And this is definitely urine."

"I wouldn't say that when the bartender is five feet away, he'll take a dump on yours and call it olives," spoke a man behind her.

Cat smiled. "You're late, Bob."

The young woman looked at Kurt and nodded at the man beside her. "Bob was a Hydra agent, he gets stuff for Rocket when he comes to visit."

"Do you have what we need?" Kurt inquired.

"Do you have the dough?"

She raised a brow. "If you're so eager to get it, I'll stuff it up your ass so you don't lose it."

The man groaned. "Fine, the dough can wait."

"Start talking, then."

"Well, Jigsaw's getting close to the top."

"How?"

"Mainly thanks to you," he shrugged, "you sent all of his opponents back to jail: The powerbroker, Kingpin... those who are left are no challenge. He's got the money and the brute force."

"Kraven?"

"You," he smirked. "Says you haven't gone around killing because he's got you locked in a cage."

"He's not wrong," she said through gritted teeth. "What's his point, that he'll let me out on a murderous spree if they don't do what he says?"

"That he'll send Kraven to get them, and he'll lock them up in your cage so you can finish the job."

"Wait, but Cat wasn't out in the field for long, and when she was a Gorgon no one knew she was Copycat—"

"These people knew about me way before I was an Avenger, Smurf," she explained, "you didn't know cause you were in space, but when I came back I spent half a year hunting down mobsters in New York, treated it like a fun hobby."

Kurt's face was a mix of emotions. He whispered angrily. "Why would you do that?"

Cat shrugged. "I was sad."

He groaned. "Dumbass."

"The point is that they learned to fear me, and when I became an Avenger they got real quiet, and then I disappeared. Kingpin and Russo came back..."

"And then you and Hawkeye put Kingpin in a cell, and Russo hired Kraven to get you."

"And the fact that he's got a personal vendetta towards Agent Zero didn't help my case," she sighed. "He was fortunate, his biggest obstacles ended up being just one."

"So everyone thinks he's got Mimi," Kurt resumed, "and no one will touch him thanks to that. If he becomes the new powerbroker..."

"This world won't be safe for us," Cat finished. "Mutants will be hunted and forced to work for Russo. He saw how efficient we are, and he's not willing to give that up."

"Let's find him before that happens," Kurt looked at Bob. "Any ideas?"

"I don't know where he is," Bob said. "But I know where his boys are."

Every man and woman in the establishment got up and looked at them.

Cat tensed. "Fantastic."

"So much for going undercover," Kurt reached for his blaster.

"Wait," Cat grabbed his wrist.

"What?"

"No guns," she said.

"Are you out of your mind?" He whispered angrily.

"Let's use our natural skill, or it'll get rusty," she winked at him, then raised her voice. "Alright, which one of you is gonna give us the bad-boy speech?"

A redheaded woman stepped forward. "We have orders to take you... dead or alive."

"That's funny," Cat replied. "I have orders to skin you alive— do you want me to do that while you're conscious or after you stop breathing?"

"Get them!"

Kurt teleported to a different side of the room while Cat used Wanda's powers to seize the guys in front of her and hurled them back, tackling half a dozen others in the process. She pressed the paw above her breast and the suit covered her body.

"Bob, you fucking idiot!" Cat ran after him before he could take cover, she caught him by the throat and slammed him against the bar. "Rocket's gonna be so angry when he finds out I killed you!"

Someone jumped at her back and pulled her away from the man. Cat pressed her earpiece to turn on her visor.

"Mouse, call our backup!"

"Activating Merc protocol."

"I really didn't want to do this!" She used her spear to hit a man on the back of the head.

At the other side of the bar, Kurt was teleporting in and out of sight, taking down people in the process. "You called the backup?"

"It's coming!" Cat kicked a person out of her way and caught Bob a second time by the back of his jacket, she sank her claws in the fabric and threw him behind the bar. "Stay down or I swear to god I'll cut your dick off!"

Someone grabbed her by the hair, dragging her across the bar's surface. She was thrown harshly, and a huge man stood before her, all covered in scars.

"Hi tiny," she coughed.

Kurt crashed against the shelves, and multiple bottles fell over him.

"They're enhanced!" He warned her.

Nightcrawler teleported away before a woman could set him on fire. The shelves caught up in flames at an alarming speed. Cat teleported away before the giant could stomp her with his foot.

"I'm not gonna waste my energy on this," she muttered to herself, grabbing someone by the back of the head and teleporting them to the bathroom. She walked out of it pushing her curls out of the way.

Kurt shot someone in the back. "I wouldn't hate it if you stab at some of them at least once!"

Cat saw the giant man pointing his gun at Kurt's head, she opened her mouth to warn him but a large blade went right through the man's chest before she could even speak. The giant dropped his weapon and blood spluttered out of his mouth.

"Took you long enough!" She scowled at the figure behind the man.

The katana was drawn out as the body fell, Deadpool stepped over the body. "I was buying a smoothie." The mercenary had a pink drink in his hand, with signs of being recently made, and he was sipping at it casually while watching the mutants fight for their lives.

"Don't stand there, start killing!" Cat urged him.

"I thought you didn't want to kill!" Kurt broke a bottle on someone's head.

"I won't, he will!" She claimed.

Deadpool swung his katana and cut someone's arm before they could shoot him. His arrival had caused panic, several people were shooting at him but he walked through it slaying whoever he pleased.

Cat split her spear in two and turned off the blades. "We need one alive so they tell us where to find Russo!"

"Got it!" Kurt knocked someone out and left them on top of a pile of bodies.

"The puzzle boy? I know where he is," Deadpool threw his katana sideways and impaled someone against a wall.

Kurt and Cat looked at him. "What?"

"He's uptown," he finished his smoothie and slammed the empty cup on someone's face. It was glass.

"Why didn't you say so!" She demanded.

Deadpool sounded annoyed. "You never said that's what you wanted. Communication is key, Hello Kitty, and if you don't—"

Cat teleported to his side and took the katana that was still strapped to his back, shoving it onto the hand that'd previously been holding his smoothie. "Take us to Russo."

Deadpool pushed his mask down to cover his mouth, he went to retrieve his other katana from the wall and unstuck it from the dead man. Cat seized one of the last few guys standing that were trying to kill her and pushed him sideways, Wade slashed his throat in turn.

"You're paying extra for that?"

"Take Bob's money," she pointed over to the bar.

"Bob from Hydra?" Deadpool approached the spot. "Bob! What are you doing covered in tequila? Thought you'd quit, buddy!"

Kurt slammed a chair on top of someone, Cat teleported and tased the person he'd been fighting with her baton. The stranger fell, and they were free to go. Cat approached Bob and Deadpool, he'd jumped over the bar.

She stared at the mercenary for a moment. "When I said 'take Bob's money', I meant the pay I was going to give him, not his wallet."

"Should've said so sooner, I already took it," Deadpool threw the leather item away. "It's so nice to see you again, babe. Though I like you better in blue."

"I'll turn into Smurfette if you take us to the jigsaw," she offered, the usual playfulness in her voice was nowhere to be found.

He put an arm around her shoulders and walked her out of the establishment. "You coming, Kurt?"

The young man put his blaster away. "As long as you don't touch me... you smell weird."

"So what's the plan now?"

"We kill Russo," the two men looked at her and she shrugged. "He knows we're here, what's the point?"

"That is so dumb I'm going to ignore it, here's the new plan," Deadpool handed her a gun, which she dropped back inside his bag. "I clear out the way for you, you have a nice chit-chat with your ex—"

"How do you know I dated him?"

"Knockoff, you and I share many traits, and I'm not even talking about the trauma," he hung his bag on one shoulder and walked past her.

"You're saying you dated him too?" Cat made a face. "I was hoping you had better taste."

"What? No, that guy sucks," Wade scoffed. "But we are willing to sleep with anyone if we're lonely enough, it wasn't hard to guess, sweetheart."

"Oh, don't pretend you have to be lonely in order to sleep with anyone," she taunted him.

"Sorry," Kurt spoke up. "It's not like I wish to interrupt your disgusting exchange, but what do you mean Cat and you share traits?"

"That is a great question and so convenient to connect the plots!" Wade replied. "I'm one of Dr. Killebrew's freaks."

Kurt frowned. "Which lab were you in?"

"Canada," he answered casually. "You guys blew it up while I was there."

"What's your name again?"

"Deadpool," the man offered to shake Kurt's hand, but his glove had old bloodstains in it and Kurt stared at it with disgust. "I'm the sole reason why this part of the story even exists. Someone really wanted me to show up, and I'd hate to disappoint my fans."

"I... what?" Kurt glanced at her.

"He spits nonsense from time to time but is nothing to worry about," she dismissed it. "Wade, if you can clear out the path for us, I'll let you do it, but you have to make sure it won't alert Russo before we get to him."

"Sure," he said, eyes glued to his phone. Cat could've sworn he wasn't texting a second ago.

"What the hell..." she approached to snatch the phone out of his hand, glimpsing at the screen. "Are you texting Russo?!"

"Hey, no snooping!" He kept her away at arm's length, he was considerably bigger than her, so it wasn't that hard. "It's all part of the plan, Kitty."

"You're selling us to Billy!"

"What?" Kurt reached for his blaster.

"Calm down," Deadpool finished the text and sent it. "He pays well, and for you, he will double it. I'm just working smarter, not harder, kiddos."

"Is money all you think about?" She huffed.

He snorted. "Is there anything better?"

She paused. "You got me."

Deadpool laughed shortly. "No, you get me, that's why we're such good friends. Besties. Baes, Bias, Comfort characters—"

"Oh my god, just sell us to Russo already," Kurt groaned.

"Is it really all part of a plan?" Cat asked him.

"Do you really think I would sell you out for real only to get a hundred big ones?" He placed a hand over his chest. "You and I have a past! That's at least three million."

"I don't know if it's because you're insane, but I really believe you're not lying," she looked at Kurt. "Worst case scenario we kill two people instead of one, huh?"

"You can't kill me, though."

"No but I can embarrass you," Deadpool tilted his head, and she took it back. "Yeah no, I can't do that either. Man, you're even worse than I am."

Kurt's shoulders fell. "You really don't believe him, right? He's Deadpool."

She shrugged. "Nothing beats the element of surprise, right? Improvising used to be our thing."

"When we were teenagers!" He exclaimed.

"Wade's basically a giant toddler," Cat turned to the mercenary. "Okay, Pool. Do your thing."

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