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rxmqnova · 4 months

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Hi!, how are you? So i saw that you have your request open can I request

Mama!Nat x daughter (around 3-4) in where on one of Natasha's missions she lost her memories and her memory stayed around when she left the red room so she doesn't know she has a daughter (duh), when she is told she can't believe it because she never though she would be able to have a child or they take her daughter to see her for when she wakes up and she finds out that she has a daughter that way. she feels insecure about being with her thinking she may hurt her So she avoids her. But reader insist to be with her mama angst with happy ending pls.

Hope you have a wonderful Christmas an new year🎉

Btw sorry for the bad grammar/English. it's no my first language

Lost memory

Y/N: 4 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Please, auntie Wanda, I want to see mommy" Y/N begs, hugging Wanda's legs tightly and looking up at her with the best puppy eyes she can do.

Y/N's been begging every single Avenger, one by one, to take her see her mommy. Natasha's last mission didn't go as planned and she got badly hurt. She even was in coma for the entire 3 weeks, but thankfully she's much better now.

Though there is one problem… Unfortunately, Natasha doesn't remember the last years of her life… more specifically, the last memory she has is from more than ten years ago when she escaped the Red room.

Y/N's been begging and crying everyday, wanting to see her mommy. She knows Natasha's here on the compound as she saw how Steve carried her mama to Bruce after the mission.

"Y/N/N" Wanda sighs, lifting Y/N up and sitting her on her hip. "Honey, I know you do, but your mommy needs to rest" She kisses the little girl's head, receiving a whine as Y/N buries her head into Wanda's neck.

"I want mommy" Y/N cries out into Wanda's neck, making Wanda sigh once again.

"I know, bubs, I know"

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It took a few hours of begging, but Bruce and Doctor Cho agreed that they can't go on like this for much longer. Because the only one Natasha briefly remembers is Clint, he agreed that he'd be the one who tells the redhead about Y/N.

"How are you feeling?" Clint smiles at his best friend, sitting down on the bed.

"I'm fine, I don't know why I still have to be here" Natasha sighs, crossing her arms over chest. "Why are you here?"

"Can't I just come to see how's my friend doing?" Cling teases on which Natasha raises an eyebrow. "But yeah, I'm here to tell you something" He looks at the redhead, preparing himself to tell her about Y/N.

"Why are you looking at me like that? What is it? I feel like nothing can be worse than that I forgot the past 14 years of my life" Natasha sighs, waiting for Clint to speak.

"… We haven't really told you everything, Nat. There's something we left out, but we can't keep that from you anymore" Clint starts. "… You saved a little girl on a mission 3 years ago… She's spent here for about… 2 months and you decided to adopt her. She's 4 now and she's been begging us to take her to you. I know it's-"

"Wait. Wait. I adopted a child? Me?" Natasha asks shocked, not believing anything from what Clint has just said.

"Yeah, I-"

"Mama! Mama!" Y/N bursts into the room, Wanda running after her.

"I'm sorry, I turned around for 2 seconds and she was gone" Wanda explains with a sigh.

"Mama, I missed you!" The tiny girl says, attempting to climb the bed. "Mama" A whine escapes Y/N's lips after another failed attempt of climbing the bed as it's too high for her, holding her arms up for Natasha who's just staring at her shocked.

Wanda's quick to lift Y/N up, sitting her on her hip and holding her tightly as Y/N's trying to wiggle out of her arms and reaching her tiny arms for Natasha.

"N-no, no, I can't" Natasha panics, shaking her head.

"Calm down, Nat" Clint moves closer, trying to comfort his best friend. "Take her out, Wanda" He orders, Wanda nodding immediately.

"Want mommy! Mama!" Y/N cries loudly, kicking her legs and trying to wiggle out of Wanda's arms while the witch is carrying her out of the room again.

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A few days have passed since Natasha found out about Y/N and she still doesn't know how to feel about that. And now when she's finally allowed to leave the bed and get back to normal life, it seems even scarier.

Y/N, on the other hand, has been crying nonstop through the days. She just wants her mommy and everyone's been keeping her away again.

"Mama!" Y/N grins once she sees Natasha step into the kitchen, immediately jumping off of the chair and running to the redhead, crashing her little body into Natasha's legs.

"Oh, hi" Natasha says akwardly, carefully peeling the little girl off of herself.

It's not like she wouldn't want a child, but she just doesn't know how to take care of one. After all, she's never taken care of a child before… well, she doesn't remember it… so it's understandable that she's scared of it.

"Mama, I drew you lots of pictures. I'm gonna show you" Y/N informs, already running away for her drawings which makes Natasha let out a sigh of relief and she quickly makes herself something for breakfast.

"Hey, hm. You're Wanda, right?" Natasha asks, sitting down opposite the brunette who smiles and nods in response, so Natasha takes a deep breath before speaking again. "Clint told me you were the one who mostly took care of Y/N. I just… I just wanted to ask you if you could maybe take care of her for a bit more? At least a few more days please?" She asks, hoping to get a yes from the witch.

"Oh, of course. Y/N's such a sweetheart. If you need any help with her, I'll be happy to help you" Wanda smiles warmly on which Natasha lets out a sigh of relief, though the tiny footsteps that are approaching stress her out immediately.

"Look, mama! I have so many pictures for you!" Y/N informs, crawling on Natasha's lap which only makes Natasha panic. She has no idea how to hold the little girl, scared that if she wrapped her arms around her, her hold could be too strong and she'd hurt her. "This is you and me playing soccer, mama!" Y/N grins, pointing at the two figures on her picture before looking up at Natasha who only hums in response and gives the tiny girl an akward smile. "And this is us building a snowman!"

Of course Wanda senses Natasha's discomfort and calls her little niece to come sit back to her and to finish her breakfast which she's been eating before Natasha came in. Natasha mouths a 'thank you', shooting Wanda a smile before quickly finishing her own breakfast, disappearing into the gym without Y/N noticing.

"Where did mommy go, auntie Wanda?" Y/N asks after a while, looking around to find her mother.

"She needs to rest a lot, honey. We should leave her alone for a little bit" Wanda says with a sigh, already knowing this won't satisfy the tiny one.

Y/N pouts, jumping off of her chair, taking her drawings and running away, ignoring Wanda who's calling after her. She hasn't seen her mommy for weeks, she just wants to be with her. Why nobody understands?

The little girl enters Natasha's bedroom only to find it empty. There are ony two more places on the compound Natasha could be, so Y/N decides to check.

After not finding her mother in her office, Y/N ends up in the gym, smiling when she sees Natasha there.

"Mommy, you forgot the pictures!" Y/N informs, running to Natasha with her arms up. "Up! Mama! Up! Please!" The tiny girl pleads, jumping up and down in front of the redhead.

"Y/N, I… just put those drawings on the bench over there. I'll take them later, yeah?" Natasha says, trying her best to not hurt the little one's feelings.

Y/N nods, running away to put her drawings on the bench like Natasha wanted and then running back to her mama.

"Mommy, up please" Y/N requests, pulling out her best puppy eyes in hope to get some cuddles from the redhead.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I can't" Natasha nearly whispers, hoping the little girl would just go away.

"But mama please. I want some cuddles" Y/N repeats again, tears filling her little eyes.

"Y/N, I said no. Please go away" Natasha sighs, slowly losing her patience as the little child is still standing in front of her with her arms up.

"Mama, please" Y/N pleads.

"What is so hard to understand? I said no. Go away" Natasha orders sternly, her voice raised a little bit which makes Y/N run away and cry loudly.

Natasha lets out a sigh after Y/N's cries die down, squeezing her eyes shut. She didn't want to make Y/N cry.

About an hour later Natasha leaves the gym, picking up the drawings from Y/N on the way. She throws them on her bed as soon as she enters her room, deciding to look at them after a shower. She really feels bad for making the tiny one cry.

Fresh out of the shower Natasha sits on her bed, taking all of the papers Y/N gave her and looking at all of them. She can't help the smile that forms on her face while looking at those drawings.

She spots a few more pictures hanging her closet, so she stands up and goes to look. She hasn't noticed them before as Clint only showed her where her room is this morning.

Now feeling even worse Natasha walks around the compound with hope to find the little girl somewhere. And after what feels like stepping into 100 different rooms Natasha finally finds the tiny girl in what seems to be her bedroom, laying on her bed and cuddling to her teddy bear while sobbing.

"Hi there" Natasha says quietly, sitting down on the bed on which Y/N just turns around and buries her head into her pillow. "Can we talk?" "Hm-hm" Y/N shakes her head.

"… Are you mad at me?" Natasha asks, gently placing her hand on Y/N's back and giving it a rub.

"Yes, because you're being mean and don't want to give me cuddles" Y/N mumbles out with a pout, finally looking at her mother with her puffy eyes.

"Y/N, I… I'm sorry, okay? I didn't want to be mean to you, but I just don't remember you" Natasha sighs, tears forming in Y/N's eyes again at the not very nice tone Natasha used. "No, please don't cry. I'm sorry"

"But I want you to give me lots of cuddles and be nice to me, because you're my mama" Y/N cries out, burying her head into her pillow again which makes Natasha think about whether should she leave or not. She's never been in a situation like this. What should she do?

"I'm sorry, please just stop crying" Deciding to stay, Natasha desperately tries to calm down the little girl somehow, but rubbing her back just doesn't seem to be enough.

Though Y/N's tears don't stop. She just wants more comfort from her mommy, so she crawls over to Natasha, sitting on her lap, wrapping her tiny arms around her and burying her face into her mother's chest.

"I… okay" Natasha carefully wraps her arms around the tiny girl which finally makes Y/N calm down and the redhead smile as Y/N's hug brings her this really nice feeling she doesn't remember feeling before.

"Mama?" Y/N questions, lifting her head to look at Natasha who hums in response, smiling a little bit. "Did you look at my pictures?" She continues, finally being in her mommy's arms making her forget everything that happened just a few minutes ago on which Natasha lets out a chuckle.

"I did, they're very pretty, sweetheart" Natasha tells the tiny one, receiving a huge smile from the little girl before she cuddles up to her, making Natasha smile.

It will surely take a while until Natasha learns how to take care of Y/N and it will surely be hard, but now the redhead knows she wants to try and be a mother to the tiny girl. And there was only one thing that made her realize… a hug from her little girl.

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I'm sorry it took so long. I hope you had wonderful Christmas and New year as well!! <33

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elizabethsnuts · 3 months

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My idea is winterwidow's daughter meeting Clint's children‼️‼️‼️or maybe staying with uncle Clint while mom and dad going on a mission‼️‼️‼️

Uncle Clint

WinterWidow x Daughter!reader

Summary: Your Mama and Daddy had to go on a mission but Uncle Clint is there to take care of you.

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Natasha and Bucky were getting ready to leave for their mission, their gear on and their stuff packed. They were standing at the front door of the Barton homestead, their little 2-year-old daughter Y/N clinging onto Natasha's leg.

Your little lip wobbled as you looked up at Natasha, your big blue eyes filled with tears. “No Mama no! Don’t go!” You couldn’t understand why your parents had to leave you. Of course, you loved your uncle Clint and his family it’s just that you did miss your mama and daddy when they went away on missions.

Natasha looked down at you and frowned. “I know sweetheart but Mama and Daddy have to go. We’ll be back soon, I promise.”

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About 10 minutes of screaming and crying later, you eventually let go of Natasha and said goodbye to her and Bucky. Clint picked you up and put you on his hip, hoping that Lila would cheer you up.

Clint looked down at you and rubbed your back. “Would you like to go play dollies with Lila? would that make you feel better?”

You nodded your head and Clint put you down onto your two feet. You hesitated for a second but made your climb up the stairs and towards Lila’s room.

You stood at the door of Lila’s room, your little hands grasping your jumper while you shifted from foot to foot in nervousness.

“Lila, I play dollies with you?” Your little voice asked from the doorway.

Lila looked up from her spot on her floor, dolls in hand. She nodded her head eagerly “Of course! You can be this dollie!” Lila held up a blonde-haired doll with green eyes and a red dress. Your face lit up with a smile

“Okay!” You grinned and sat down next to Lila, gently taking the doll from her hands

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Dinner time was a breeze, you sat next to Cooper and Lila at the table. You had steak and vegetables, the steak was cut into little pieces so it was easier for your little teeth to chew. You ate it all with no problem except for the broccoli which took you a bit longer to eat.

When you finished your bath and bedtime arrived, Clint took you into the spare room where the crib he had put back together for when you came to visit and your overnight bag was. You opened up your bag and were expecting to find your stuffed giraffe and other bedtime comforters but only saw your baby blanket and pacifier. You looked up a Clint with an upset frown.

“Where’s Gigi?” You whimpered and tipped your bag over, hoping she was buried somewhere under your clothes but she wasn’t.

Tears started forming in your eyes as your beloved friend wasn’t in sight. “Uncle Clint! Can’t find Gigi!” You cried

Clint quickly picked you up and started to search the bag. “It’s alright Y/N, we’ll find her. She’ll be here somewhere.”

You and Clint spent about 20 minutes looking for Gigi until Laura came into the room with a clean and fluffy stuffed giraffe, she smiled at you.

“Sorry sweetheart, I just washed her for you. She got all dirty when you were playing outside today, but she’s all clean now and ready for bed!”

Your blue eyes lit up with relief and excitement, you cuddled Gigi tightly to your chest. “Thanks, Aunty Laura!”

Clint tucked you into the crib, your pacifier in your mouth along with your baby blanket and of course, Gigi. You fell asleep peacefully knowing that your Mama and Daddy would be back tomorrow to come pick you up.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x daughter!reader #buckynat #daughter!reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #winterwidow #winterwidow x daughter!reader #bucky barnes x baby!reader #natasha romanoff x baby!reader #clint barton #buckynat x daughter!reader

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natashaslesbian · 1 year

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Mommy’s Got You Now🤍

Summary: Y/n has a fall while staying at the Starks cabin. Natasha rushes back from her mission to take care of her little girl.

Word Count: 770

Pairings: little/kid reader x Natasha Romanoff , little/kid reader x Morgan Stark, little/kid reader x Pepper Potts, Tony x Pepper (mentions of Clint and Kate)

Hurt/Angst/Comfort/Fluff

Warnings: mention of injury(broken arm and nose bleed) brief hospital mention(no details of medical procedure or instruments)

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“Morgan! Morgan! Look how high I can jump!” Little y/n called to her bestest friend. The two 5 year olds were competing to see who could jump the highest on the bed, Tony and Peppers bed…

…Y/n had been staying with the Stark family for 3 days while her mother, Natasha Romanoff, was on an intel mission along with her uncle clint and auntie Kate…

“No y/n, look I can jump higher than you!” Morgan said. The girls laughter filled the woodland cabin, all the way down to Pepper’s office. There she sat, listening to the joy echoing through the walls.

“I’m gonna touch the ceiling Morgan! Watch me watch me!”

Y/n used all her strength and bounced up to touch the lampshade, and she reached it - but as y/n began to come back down, she caught her foot on the bedpost and starting diving head first towards the wooden floor. “Y/N!” Morgan cried as she tried to reach for her friend.

The cries and screams (and the rather loud thud) had Pepper bolting straight out of her office and up the stairs, there she met little redhead y/n bundled up on the floor.

“Oh y/n! Come here sweetheart, it’s ok.” Pepper cooed as she cradled y/n in her arms, her little throat screaming out in pain. “MOMMY! I WANT MAMMA!” Y/n cried. “I know sweetheart, I know” was all Pepper could offer as she reached for a tissue to wipe the blood running from y/n’s nose, it seemed she’d managed to land on the left side of her body and right side of her face.

“I’m sorry mom! We were just playing and she fell” Morgan began to also cry hysterically. “Oh honey it’s ok, it wasn’t your fault, do you think you could be a big girl and go find daddy for me?”

Mr. Stark came running up the stairs, following his crying daughter. “Y/n fell” Pepper said “I think we need to take her to the hospital…her arm Tony” Pepper said, whispering the last few words. Tony looked towards y/n’s left arm, bent the wrong way and purple with bruises. “I’ll get the car”

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As soon as Clint pulled into the car park, Natasha was out the door and running to find her daughter. 3 hours ago Pepper had called and said y/n had fallen over, she hadn’t had an update as to how bad it was yet.

“Excuse me!” Natasha called to the receptionist “My daughter was brought in a few hours ago, Y/n, y/n Romanoff” the blue haired lady began aggressively typing as Natasha noticed a little brunette running towards her “Aunty Nat!” Morgan.

“Hey little bean” Natasha said as she picked up young Morgan. Tony soon followed behind her “Hey Nat, she’s ok, she’s with Pepper, come on I’ll take you”

“Ugh, wait a minute you can’t all go!” The receptionist called….too late.

Y/n laid wrapped up in blankets holding her new hospital bear, Sally. Tears gently slid down her cheeks as she looked over her pink cast. The pain was wearing off little by little but poor y/n was still very shaken up. Her nose yet to be cleaned of the dried up blood.

The curtain was pulled back and y/n shot up. “MOMMY!” She cried as Natasha ran to scoop up her toddler. “Oh baby it’s ok mommy’s here, I’m here now.” She whispered into y/n’s ear as she gave a small wave to Pepper. “Natasha, I’m so sorry” Pepper began. “It’s alright, these things happen, I’m just glad you were there” Natasha almost cried.

Y/n pulled back and looked up into her mommy’s beautiful green eyes. “It-it hurts mamma. Wanna go ho- go home” her little sobs broke Natasha’s heart, she wishes more than anything she could have been there to protect her little angel. “I know princess, you’re so so brave! Mamma’s here, we’ll get you home soon, get you curled up in bed with all the snacks.”

Natasha’s words did not disappoint, 2 hours later little y/n was laying in her mommy’s arms in her mommy’s bed. Toy Story 2 quietly played in the background as Nat stoked her fingers through y/n’s curly locks. “Itchy momma” y/n whined. “Oh darling I know, it’ll go away soon I promise” Natasha said.

Before long the events of the day forced

y/n’s tired eyes shut, empty bottle of milk still between her lips. Natasha swapped it out for her daughters favourite paci and pulled the duvet over them both. She kissed y/n on the head and got a little hum in response.

“Sleep well my angel, mommy’s got you now”

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Ahhh my first time writing little reader! I hope you enjoyed! Soft mamma Nat is my fav<3

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#marvel #natasha romanoff #natasha x little!reader #morgan stark #tony stark #pepper potts #clint barton #kate bishop #natasha x y/n #natasha x daughter!reader

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literaryavenger · 3 months

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MCU + Reader Masterlist

- On-going series -

Warnings: MCU spoilers. Language. Mentions of death, fighting and use of firearms. My poor attempts at being funny. Each chapter will have its own warnings.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier | Part 2 | Part 3

Avengers: Age of Ultron

Ant-man

Captain America: Civil War | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Black Panther

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 1 year

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Like You Were Never Gone (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) *PARENTAL *MINOR TRIGGER WARNING

Characters: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of death, implied suicide, mourning

ANGST/FLUFF

Request: Hello could you do tony x daughter genius reader wherein she loves solving crime kinda sherlock Holmes and she mostly solve it. The avengers are trying to recruit her but she refused because she love solving crime and it wear off the boredom. The avengers especially her father are worried at reader whenever the reader didn't eat nor sleep or even in the tower for couple of days and thinking something is wrong but sure the reader is solving hard cases. Anyway something happened while solving the crime, the reader (kinda like sherlock) was face to choose between her life or her loves and so she fake her death and the avwngers are devastated. No one knows she's alive till three or four years later. Hehehehhe

The mood of everyone since the morning started had been off, and no one was addressing it. Everyone went on with their days, doing their jobs, meetings, training, planning for future missions, but there was a tension in the air, and Tony was a lot quiter than usual. More passive, off in a daydream, but no one asked if he was alright. They didn’t have to.

They knew he wasn’t alright. Why would he be? It was the third anniversary of the death of you, his daughter. It wasn’t a natural death- something anyone saw coming and could prepare for. It was sudden, coming out of nowhere, surprising everyone. And the worst part? It wasn’t even an accident.

No one knew the exact details about what happened that day. You were acting strange- but that was just you everyday, being secretive, getting into trouble that Tony didn’t know the full extent of until days or weeks or months after it was all over, usually you putting yourself in insane amounts of danger to solve a criminal case, each time never failing to driving your poor father insane with worry. But in hindsight, the team couldn’t deny you were being even more secretive, more paranoid, more shut off then usual. The last time any of them saw you asleep in the tower before your death was 3 days prior, and none had seen you ate for at least a day before, being consumed in your work and thoughts, but they never got the chance to ask what was happening to offer help because you left the tower the night prior to your death, and the last time anyone heard from you, was when you called your dad to tell him you were sorry, and goodbye.

Tony had spent the last 3 years trying to figure out what the case you were working on was. There was no doubt that your death was linked to it in some way. However, you hadn’t told him much, and no matter how many times he flipped your old room upside down or had FRIDAY scan your electronics for anything, or keep track of every single contact in your phone and friend on social media for any suspicious behaviour, there wasn’t many leads, and those leads dried up in a year. You told no one what you were investigating, you covered your tracks thoroughly, and if you had taken any notes about your findings, you hid them so well not even a genius, and more importantly your father, could find out where you had put them. No traces. No leads. No idea on what led you to the decision to die that day, and so seemingly out of nowhere. The end result was nothing but questions, and your dad who was trying to act like nothing happened- somewhere between you’re still alive and just somewhere living such a normal quiet life- totally not your style- to the point where he had nothing to tell the others about and so didn’t speak about you, and acting like you never existed in the first place, but spending every night looking for anything to give him answers.

Despite the clear discomfort and tension amongst everyone in the room, everyone tried to act like it was a normal day. Everyone consciously tried to not look at Tony more often than they usually would, stayed on track with their conversations, and Tony kept his head down and was quieter than he usually was as Maria was briefing the group about some leads they got from their last mission. However, after Maria paused to switch slides, the quiet but identifiable buzzing of a vibrating phone was heard, and everyone stopped and looked amongst each other before Tony felt his pocket, and eyes went to him. “Sorry.” He apologised with a fake smile as he dug into his pocket, retrieving the phone and looked at who he was, then froze, the smile fading immediately. Everyone tensed as Tony stared at the screen of his phone. Bruce, who was sat closest to Tony, peaked over his shoulder, before his eyes widened and he looked at everyone in a panicked rush before turning back to Tony.

“T-Tony-” Was all he was able to get out before Tony stood abruptly, leaving the room, and putting the phone to his ear. Everyone looked at Bruce in stunned silence, knowing he was was the only one in the room to give answers to what just happened. Bruce gulped, before he opened his mouth again. “It was Y/N. Y/N was calling him.”

“Who the hell is this and how did you get my daughter’s phone?” Tony stopped in the empty hallway, but his voice, while a growl, was still a whisper. He could feel his hands shaking, pumping with adrenaline. Despite the fact that you were long gone, Tony kept your phone. He paid the bill for it to remain active, kept it tucked in a drawer in your room between clothes where he couldn’t hear the vibration so he could call your number and hear your voicemail and for a moment believe you’d pick up, and just to hear your voice so he couldn’t forget. He couldn’t forget. At this point the words ‘Hi this is Y/N, if you’re hearing this, I’m busy. Don’t call again, I’ll call you maybe’ were the crispest words he could recall in your voice. He only got the phone out once a week to charge it back up.

“Dad, it’s me. It’s Y/N.” The voice on the phone responded to him. You. It was you. Even the tone in your voice was the same- somewhere between tired and annoyed, but Tony long knew you usually didn’t actually feel the way your voice sounded. Despite this, Tony couldn’t help but doubt. This had to be a trap. Someone pretending to mess with him. “Sorry for… what I did. I really wish I could have done it differently, given you some piece of mind, but trust me, it was the only way.” You told him, and Tony couldn’t help the small scoff escaping him. This had to be a trick, unless he was somehow talking to your ghost? As if.

“Prove it’s you.” He said simply, and he heard you chuckle.

“I knew you’d say that. I’m coming into the tower now. FRIDAY is about to alert you. Let me in.” You told him and hung up. Tony dropped the phone to his side, and waited. Waited for FRIDAY to activate, to speak. After a second, nothing happened, and Tony sighed, closing his eyes. It was a trick. A sick trick of some sort-

“Mr Stark?” The voice of the AI made Tony’s eyes snap open. “I don’t know how to explain this, but your daughter is downstairs and wants access to the elevator to meet with you. Shall I activate security and lockdown?” She asked him.

“No. Let her come up.” Tony answered, turning and starting to head back down the hallway, using the wall to stabilise himself. Ahead of him, the door to the meeting room opened, everyone stepping out and seeing him, Steve stepped forward, putting a hand on Tony’s arm. They were expecting an angry Tony, one who would snap at Cap, tell him to get his hands off of him, that some sick individual had called him as a joke, or that someone else had gotten your phone number and somehow called him on accident or something- not Tony, so pale they thought he was dying, seemingly in deep shock and not fully aware of his surroundings.

“Tony what happened?” Steve asked, holding the man up.

“It was her. She… she’s in the elevator now, she’s going to be here any second-” He told them.

“It’s probably a trap, everyone be ready.” Natasha spoke up, and everyone moved out of the hallway to the large open lounge area where the elevator’s opened to, and they waited. Tony forced Steve to take him as well, not sure who to believe. It sounded just like you. But you’re dead. Who else could be in the elevator? But you’ve been gone for three years.

After a short period of time, the elevator was heard reaching the floor, and everyone tensed as the door opened. Everyone stared as you stepped out. Completely fine. Your eyes scanned each of the avengers, before they landed on your dad. Your head tilted, your shoulders slumping, and you sighed. “Hi dad.”

Tony carefully pulled Steve off of him, walking slowly over to you until he stood over you, taking in all your features- making sure they were all correct. Little features only a parent would notice about their child, things that even a clone would fail to adopt. They were all there. Tony raised his arm and put it on your shoulder, and when his hand didn’t go straight through you like a hallucination or a hologram, he pulled you towards him into a hug. It was only when you wrapped your arms around him did he finally digest that you were actually here, and he lost his breath. “How? How are you here?” He asked as he clung to you.

“Where the hell have you been, kid?” Clint asked. “We all thought you were dead. You faked your own death for three years- why are you back now?” He asked. You pulled away from your dad to look at everyone again, before looking at your dad, who also very clearly wanted answers.

“It was related to your case, right?” Tony asked, and you nodded. “What happened?”

“Something unexpected happened. Someone, somehow, had the upper hand on me, and they made a very clear and very real threat that I had to take seriously and act quickly to get control of the situation back.”

“Y/N, stop being vague. You’ve been gone 3 years, I want answers, not another riddle to decipher.” Tony scorned at you, getting an annoyed look from you, before you responded.

“I thought I was up against a singular person, but I quickly realised it was multiple people, and then I found out that was an entire organisation, and the head of it all made it clear that they had the man power to make the threat to kill you and anyone I care about.” You explained, looking directly at Tony, before you turned to the others. “And you all too. They sent evidence to me that they had people tracking your every move and at any point if I didn’t do as they said, they could kill you immediately. I had to do as they say.”

“What did they want you to do?” Tony asked, this time his voice a lot calmer, though there was some veiled anger- not at you- in his voice.

“To die.” You answered, shortly, and quickly everyone realised exactly what had happened. “So I did. I had to make it look as real as possible, and also make sure no one could trace what I had been doing so they wouldn’t go after you for knowing things and making everything I did be for nothing. So, I died, they thought they had nothing to worry about anymore, and they went on with their ventures, and I got to work on getting under their skin without them realising. As of 2 hours ago, that case is officially closed. News reports will be rolling in soon, but I don’t know when or even if I can ‘come back to life’. But… I had to let you know as soon as it was safe to do so, that I’m alive and okay. And I’m sorry.” You explained.

“You were… undercover, this entire time? Did you do it alone?” Tony asked. You shook your head.

“I had a small group of people who knew bits and pieces of what I was doing but no one knew the full image, so even if they were compromised, I’d still have an upper hand, luckily it never got to that point, but other than them, yes, I was alone 95% of the time.” You explained to him.

“Anyone we know?” Natasha asked, clearly hinting to Maria or Fury, but you shook your head.

“None of the people I worked with have any ties back to any of you. Like I said, I covered all traces. None of the people I worked with even knew of me being a Stark.” You told her.

“So you solved the case. What now?” Thor asked. Your eyes moved to look back at your dad.

“I need to continue to lay low for a while, might need a bit of the help of SHIELD to expose the information I have as to why the actions I did were the right course, and I can’t just come back- I’ve been dead three years, that’ll be breaking news and easy to tie back to the case if it’s found out too early. So I’m going to lay low, keep my head down… no cases for quite a while. Consider it a holiday.”

“How about that vacation house I used to take you to all the time when you were little? In the middle of nowhere. Also means I can come say hi for a few weeks and we can catch up.” Tony offered, and you smiled and nodded.

“That sounds good. When we get there I can tell you all about the look on that idiot’s face when he realised I wasn’t dead and I was about to make him the dead one.”

“Alright maybe don’t admit to murder until we can get you cleared of charges.” Tony said, pushing you back to the elevator to take you home to gather what you needed, the dynamic of you oversharing or saying something inappropriate and him having to draw you back in or reprimand falling back into place so easily. Like you were never gone.

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Can I place an order for Marvel? If yes: HERE YOU GO. Where the reader is Steve and Natasha's daughter, Tony and Bucky's goddaughter (you can already imagine that) and mainly, she was raised by all the avengers and hidden from the spotlight. Just something pretty fluffy for what her relationship with them would be like 🥺✋

Ohana means family

Paring: Romanogers!Daughter!reader X Avengers(Platonic)

A/n: thank you for the request. This is my first request for the MCU Fandom, hope you enjoy.

Being the daughter of Captain America and Black Widow is blessing a curse... I'll tell you why.

But first if your the daughter of them I could imagine you having Steve's kind heart and Natasha's temper. Your Godfather Tony always got a kick out of a tiny you getting all angry. And his laughter would only get heavier if you came and started punching his leg for laughing.

Tony would definitely be a second father. He's wanted to be different from his father so he will always show you the love and affection his father didn't show him.

You don't like hearing about Peggy. I think it's because she was almost your dad's love. Natasha never had a problem with hearing Steve talk about her but the woman always left you frustrated just by the sound of her name... You'd never tell your dad this though.

Anyway, being around all theses heros obviously inspired your choice of future work, this scares not only your parents but the whole team.

Sure your mother would teach you how to shoot or Tony will teach you how to build a robot but they all fear the day you'll actually have to use those skills.

Your other Godfather Bucky seems to be the only one with peace about this suprisenly. If you told him you want to be a superhero he'll grien and listen to your reasoning.

There's been times where he'll put toy boxing gloves on your hands and teach you how to punch. Natasha put a stop to it quickly though. One day he was setting on his knees so he was your hight and you kept punching his flesh hand. He wouldn't let you hit his metal hand in fear you'll hurt your self.

Sam would always tease that you have Bucky wrapped around your little finger.

Bucky and Tony always compete to see who can be the coolest Godfather. If one gets you a cool Lego set or dollhouse the other one will get the bigger version. You love Elvis Presley at the time Tony will take you right to Graceland. You want to go you a waterpark Bucky will have you there in a flash before Tony can have the chance.

A down side is you learned how to be independent with your Hero Family. It's not a bad thing and they don't do it intentionally but there's many times you spent at the compound with Pepper and Happy.

But your mom and dad always make it up to you. I wouldn't say your spoiled, but if you ask one of your godfathers nicely(with puppy eyes) you usually get it.

But another down side of being a part of this family is them being extremely over protective. There's been many times you couldn't do something or had to stay indoors for long periods of time because someone was plotting your father's death.

If you do go somewhere one of them is with you. If you want to go to a zoo trip for school one of them is with you. You want to check the mailbox Sam is flying around watching you. And don't even think about going to friends house for a slumber party. Steve and Nat aren't trying to be strick or anything they just always have this sicking feeling something will happen.

On a more positive note... You always have the best time with them. To be honest you never worried about having friends because you had them. You of course have friends your age but you consider the Avengers your Best Friends. Speaking of which Cassie Lang is probably your Best Friend.

Which means the first sleepover you ever had was with Cassie. Since you technically would be with an Avenger it was okay. Tony thought it was dumb to leave you alone with "Thumbelina" but Steve trusts Scott and Nat trusts Hope.

Speaking of which play time is always token to the extreme. You want a nerf gun war, the whole team is involved. You want to build a Lego thing, tony will buy the biggest one. Blanket fort? You don't have to ask Clint and Scott twise.

I think you'll always try and lift Thor's hammer. You've tried but couldn't so one time Thor lifted it with you so you could have the experience.

You love it when Bruce reads to you. If you come up to him with a book he'll drop everything and read to you. It's the only thing that will make him leave the lab immediately. It's calming to him and he always uses different funny voices to make you laugh.

I won't tell anyone but once you got older you had a small crush on Peitro, which didn't set well with most of the men in the compound when Cassie acdently let the cat out of the bag. You've never saw the ironman suit appear so quickly..

I think once you got older the over protectiveness got old. You found it annoying a frustrating at times but in the end you're greatful that you have a group of people that care about you so much.

Be patient with them. They love you and trust you, they just don't trust other people.

Since you can't be on the flighting field you went to medical school and with everyones help(especially from Bruce and Tony) you were able to graduate with a trauma certification and now you work with Dr. Cho in the med bay.

You always hate seeing them beat up from missions but you also love helping Them and other people.

I don't think you and Peter would get along. I don't know why, I just do. I think at one point they tried to get you to go on a date with him but it never happened.

For a little bit I think you had a jealously thing going on and didn't like how close Peter was getting to Tony. Your Godfather noticed this and told you that you'll always be his number one.

Speaking of Starks, your literally the best big sister to Morgan. You two are basically two peas in a pod. And don't even think about messing with her because you will through hands to anyone who's rude to her.

Your basically to her what Tony was to you.

When you get older you do become an Avenger and the elders got over it. You proved you can survive and they couldn't be more proud of you.

This is your family and you couldn't be more thank full. There may have been bumbs mountains along the the way but they'll always be family. And that's forever.

#marvel headcanons #marvel imagines #Marvel x reader #Avengers x reader #Tony stark #Steve Rogers #Natasha romanoff #Clint barton #Bruce banner #Thor #Steve Rogers x daughter!readers #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #Tony stark x reader #Headcanons #Preferences #Marvel preferences #Ro #Romanogers

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arlana-likes-to-write · 7 months

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Life Goes On by Ed Sheeran

Part 2 of Eyes Closed by Ed Sheeran

Summary: For the past year, your mom never left you for long and if she did you would come with her. But now duty calls and you can't go with her. Will she keep her promise of always coming back to you?

Relationships: Maria x daughter!reader, Yelena x niece!reader

Warning: Secret Invasion Spoilers, Major character death, grief, angst with small fluff, guilt, everyone is sad and everyone needs a hug

Word count: 4.7k

“Are you sure you have to go?” You asked for the 100th time as soon as you learned your mom had to go off on a mission. You were lying on her bed, feet dangling over the side as she packed her bag. Without looking, you knew she was suppressing a sigh and pinching the bridge of her nose.

“You know I wouldn’t go if it wasn’t important,” that was her response every time you asked and you believed her. For the past year, Maria refused any mission that would take her away from you. If she needed to travel you went with her or stayed with your grandmother. You traveled to DC, California, and Texas with her. But now you had no idea where she was going. She grabbed your hands and pulled you up to a sitting position, smiling at the pout of your face. “I won’t be gone for long, a month at best, and you’ll get to spend time with your grandma and the Bartons.” That sounded fun especially since your grandmother loved to spoil you but you wanted your mom.

“Why does it have to be you?” You whined. You knew you were acting like a child, throwing a tantrum but you didn’t care. “Why can’t Uncle Nick go?” This time your mom didn’t suppress your sigh. It was a sensitive topic regarding the former director of SHIELD, who took off after Tony’s funeral and ignored all her calls.

“Have you packed?” She deflected your question with one of her own. You nodded with a smile. “Good, I have something for you.” She let go of your hands and opened the drawer of her nightstand. She pulled out a small box and she sat down next to you as you opened it. It was a golden heart-shaped locket. You placed the box next to you and opened it, one side was a picture of you and your moms, and on the other side was a solo picture of just them. You smiled.

“Can you put it on for me?” You asked, handing it to her. She took it and the cold metal was placed around your neck. “Thank you,” you smiled and turned around to hug her. “I love it.” You held onto her tight as she kissed the top of your head.

“I can see the smoke coming out of your ears because you are thinking so hard,” you giggled as she tickled your sides. You rested your head on her lap and looked up at her. She was smiling down at you, patient as you got your thoughts together. With a sigh, you played with the locket.

“Have you heard from Yelena yet?” You asked. That was another wild ride that occurred within the past year. When Clint was spending time with his kids in the city, he somehow got involved with the Tracksuit Mafia, and a Black Widow assassin was hired to kill him. That assassin so happened to be your aunt. He called your mom for help. In the end, Yelena didn’t kill him but she disappeared. You and Maria were trying to get a hold of her as you so desperately wanted to meet her.

“No,” she said. “But she has spoken to Kate a few times,” you liked Kate. She was full of energy and her dog was cute. “She’ll reach out when she’s ready. Black Widows are very special.” She tapped you on the nose.

“Can you tell me the story of you and Mama met again?” It was a story you’d heard thousands of times from Natasha telling it one way and Maria telling it another. It was your favorite story. Maria stole a glance at the clock and you watched the internal debate she was having with herself but she smiled.

“Of course, I can,” she moved so her back was resting on the headboard and your head was still in her lap. “So you know Uncle Clint was supposed to kill your mama but he disobeyed a direct order and gave her a chance to defect to SHIELD,” your mom started. “I didn’t trust her at first and I thought it was a horrible idea to bring her into the organization but your mama,” she sighed but her smile told you she wasn’t sad. “Was persistent and did everything to win me over. She flirted with me every chance she got,” you giggled. If Natasha was here to tell this story, the roles would be reversed. “But I kept my guard up until Fury assigned us to the same mission and she saved my life.” Your mama took a bullet for her. “I sat by her bedside for three days.”

“And when she woke up, you yelled at her.”

“Hey,” she gasped. “Are you telling the story or am I?” You laughed as she tickled your sides. “We didn’t officially get together until she became an Avenger but she,” you frowned as you watched a tear leave her eye and fall down her cheek. With gentle hands, you whipped it away. “She was my best friend.”

“Second to me, right?” You teased and it pulled a deep laugh out of her.

“Oh 100%,” she lay down and cuddled up against you.

“I’m gonna miss you,” she sighed, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m going to miss you too.”

You exited the airport with your suitcase in hand and backpack tight on your shoulder. The air in Iowa was so different than the city air. Your mom said it was cleaner. “Hey squirt,” you turned around at your nickname and saw Clint standing by his pickup truck, a sign in his hand with your name on it. The sign was cute but what caught your attention was the one-eyed golden retriever that sat next to him.

“Lucky!” You ran over to them. The sound of his name being called caused the dog to get excited and tug on the leash. He didn’t have to wait long for you to kneel at his level. You dropped your suitcase and wrapped your arms around his neck as he attacked your face with kisses.

“What am I chopped liver?” Clint said, throwing his arms to the side. “I almost died for that dog.”

“Oh, you are so dramatic,” you looked up to see Lila hanging out the passenger window. “Humans like dogs more than people,” you giggled and stood up.

“Hi Uncle Clint,” you said. He stared at you, blinking once then twice.

“You have dog drool all over your face.” He deadpanned. You used your shirt to clean your face before he hugged you.

“I didn’t know you guys had Lucky,” you said, opening the door to the back of the truck. The golden retriever jumped in and followed. Clint helped you with your luggage. Once you were buckled in, you sent a quick text to your mom and grandmother that you were with Clint.

“Just for a few more days,” Lila said. Clint got into the driver’s seat and started the drive back to the farm. “She’s helping Yelena free a few Widows.” You saw Clint glance at you through the mirror. Your mom must have told him of your desperate attempts to meet your aunt.

“So they’ll be here to pick up Lucky?” You scratched the dog underneath his chin.

“Probably just Kate,” Lila said. “Yelena doesn’t come over much. She still has a lot of guilt for you know trying to kill my dad.” You smiled at that but your heart ached. They got to meet Yelena, the one person you could ask what your mam was like in Ohio. Natasha told you about the mission and how the Red Room gave her a loud mouth, annoying blonde of a sister.

‘I think you’d get along with her,’ Natasha said, decorating a cut-out Christmas tree cookie.

‘Yeah?’ You questioned, not looking up as you were very focused on decorating your star with yellow icing. ‘What makes you say that?’

‘You can get anyone to like you,’ she tapped your nose. Her finger was covered with green icing. ‘And you are a great reminder of family. She needs that.’

“So, what’s she like?”

You loved spending time with your grandmother. For two weeks, you visited the zoo, bookstores, and the candy store that was right down the road. But you were excited to have people to hand out that were your age. Being at the Bartons also meant you reached the halfway point and you were two weeks closer to your mom being home. You missed her so much. Almost every night, you would speak with her on the phone and if she couldn’t she would send you a text goodnight. You were counting down the days but until then you were having fun with Lila, Cooper, and Nate. You played video games with the eldest, had sleepovers with Lila, and put up with Nate’s crazy games of make-believe. When Kate would come to visit, you would join the archers in the makeshift training area Clint built. But your favorite was driving the four-wheeler, and exploring different parts of the property. Lila and Cooper showed you a fort they built, that not even their parents knew about.

However, Yelena refused to meet you. You caught Kate a few times on the phone with her talking about you. The archer would give you a sorry smile and walk away continuing the conversation. She was desperate to get to know you through other people but refused to meet you. It hurt more than you wanted it to.

“You’re going to be gone for another month,” you said, pacing the length of the porch. Your mom sighed.

“Something came up and it’s going to take a little bit longer to clean it up,” you did not like the sound of that. “And I won’t be able to call you as much.” That stopped you from pacing.

“Mom, what’s going on?”

“You know I can’t tell you that,” you sat down on the steps and played with the locket around your neck.

“Right,” you sighed. It aspect of her job was so frustrating. “And your being safe.”

“Yes I am,” you heard shuffling on the other end. She must be lying down. “Just a few bumps and bruises. Enough about me, come on tell me about everything you are doing in Iowa. Are you giving Clint a hard time?” You giggled.

“Always.” Once you were done on the phone, you stayed outside and took the photo out of your pocket. “I’m scared,” you confessed to the photo. “I need her to come home, okay? Please keep her safe.” You heard the front door open but you didn’t bother to turn around to see who it was.

“How are you doing, sweetheart?” Laura asked, sitting down next to you. You rested your head on her shoulder.

“I want her to come home,” the mother of three sighed, wrapping her arm around you and kissing the top of your head.

“I know you do,” she said. “She’ll be home soon.”

Limited contact missions were your less favorite. You would send her good morning and good night texts, and texts throughout the day but she wouldn’t respond for a day or 2 after. You never knew when she was going to respond, it was maddening. The Bartons knew you were upset and they tried to keep you busy - fishing, swimming in the pond, archery practice, and day trips to the nearby town. It was fun but it wasn’t helping the ache you felt in your chest and a nagging worry that grew at the base of your neck. For a week, there was no response to your never-ending stream of texts and your worry only grew.

You were in the kitchen, getting an afternoon snack when the house shook. It was the tale sign of a plane visiting the farm. Dropping the apple, you ran to the front. By the time you made it outside, a ramp was lowered and Clint and Laura were waiting to see who would exist. “Hey,” Cooper said, running over to you from the barn. “Is your mom back?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” you heard the front door open.

“Whose here?” Lila questioned. On cue, you watched Nick and your grandmother descend the ramp. Where was your mom? Where was she? You saw Nick speak with Clint and the archer kept glancing over to you, his hand rubbing his face.

“No,” you whispered. “Get off the jet.” You pleaded. “Get off.” But no one else came off. The group of adults began to walk back to the house. Not again. You couldn’t go through this again. The world began to spin around you. You needed to get out of here, you needed to run. So you did. Sprinting towards the barn, you jumped one of the four-wheelers that was left out. The sound of the engine roaring to life drowned out the call of your name. You began to ride, past the pound and into the woods. You were half tempted to never get off because as soon as you would reality would set in. The hard, soul-crushing reality that your mom broke her promise.

You stopped at Lila and Cooper’s fort. Your legs barely could hold you up as you got off the four-wheeler and collapsed into the shelter. No tears fell. Even though you wanted to scream and cry and plead for the universe to give her back. But you were numb. So numb. Why did this keep happening to you? Was it you? Were you to blame for all this death and misery? You were the common denominator for everything; your biological parents left, and Natasha and Maria left. Who was next?

“Shit,” her father said, coming to a stop next to Lila. He ran his hand over his face but Lila was more focused on her distraught friend ride off.

“Where is she going?” Lila assumed the woman was your grandmother. She heard you talking to her on the phone.

“We know where she’s going,” We do? Lila thought. “Come on,” he grabbed Lila by her hand and dragged her to the other four-wheeler. Cooper jumped on first and handed her the helmet.

“Cooper,” Lila whispered. “Is Aunt Maria-”

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “God, I hope not. Hold on tight.”

You heard the sound of the other four-wheeler turn off and two sets of footsteps approaching the fort. “Mind if we join you?” Lila asked. You didn’t want them to be here. You came out here because you wanted to be alone. They took your silence as an invitation to join, Lila sat next to you and Cooper sat in front of you.

“Dad is going to give you a hard time about riding without a helmet.” Cooper joked. On any other day, it would have made you laugh or smile but you stared down at your lap. Their voices became white noise. You knew they were trying to get you to talk but you couldn’t. You were so angry and sad and scared. There were so many emotions swirling inside you didn’t know which one to focus on.

“You could be a Barton,” Lila said. “And you can come live with us.”

“No,” you finally spoke. “What if I join your family and something happens to your parents?” You looked up at them. “I’m cursed. My biological parents left me, Natasha left me, Maria left me,” finally the tears began to fall, “Everyone leaves me.” You sobbed. Lila pulled you in a hug. You wanted to push against her, scream at her to let you go but you didn’t have the energy to fight her. Instead, you slumped against her and you heard Cooper sit down next to you. He brought you and Lila into a hug.

“It’s going to be okay,” he promised. “You’ll find your place whether it be here or somewhere else.” You weren’t sure if you believed him.

“How is she?” Clint asked his wife when she entered the dining room. The plate she brought up with her wasn’t in her hand anymore so he saw that as a good sign. Laura sighed.

“I didn’t get to talk to her,” she sat down next to Clint. A bottle of whiskey was already open and being passed around the three adults. “Cooper is standing guard,” she poured herself a drink. “According to him, she doesn’t want to talk to anyone.” Clint rubbed his head, letting out a sigh of his own.

“What’s going to happen to her?” Elizabeth asked. The archer had only spoken to her a few times on the phone to organize pickups and drop-offs. They never met in person. Clint hated that Maria’s death was the reason they had to meet. It seemed unreal that Maria was gone. For the longest time, she seemed untouchable, unkillable. Life appeared to have other plans. He took a sip of his drink.

“Romanoff and Hill wrote in their will that Clint and Laura were her godparents,” Fury said. “They left it up to the three of you to decide what is best for her.” There was a rage building inside Clint as he stared at Fury. The man ran to space as soon as the funeral was over and was never heard from again. Hell, Maria thought he was dead for how many calls he ignored. Now the man was back and another one of Clint’s closest friends was dead, leaving behind a daughter who lost so much.

“I can take her,” Elizabeth said. “You already have a full house.”

“But it could be good to be around kids her age,” Laura countered. “We are more than happy to keep here.”

“She doesn’t want to go with any of you,” the group turned to see Cooper walking into the kitchen to clean off the dirty dish.

“What do you mean, son?” Clint asked.

“She doesn’t want to be a Barton or live with anyone. She thinks she’s cursed. That if she joins another family something bad will happen to them.” Clint’s heart broke for you. It was so unfair the cards that life had dealt you. You’ve been incredibly strong but how much more could you take?

“What does she want?” Fury asked. Cooper scuffed, crossing his arms as he sent daggers to the most powerful person in this room.

“Cooper,” Clint warned but his son ignored him.

“Did you just ask that?” He asked, walking over to the table. “She wants her mom’s back. But that’s not possible, is it sir?”

The house was once again quiet. Elizabeth was staying at a hotel in town until they figured out what to do next. Fury on the other hand took off, not answering where he was headed off to. Clint sat on the couch, a picture of him, Maria, Natasha, and Laura in his hand. It was back in their SHIELD days. They were so young then. Unaware of what life was going to throw at them. Laura sat down next to him, the archer wrapped his free arm around her shoulders. “How are you doing?” She asked.

“Tired of losing people,” he admitted. “I know we signed up for this but it’s so hard.” Laura hummed, resting her head on his shoulder. “I keep thinking it could have been me.”

“But it wasn’t.” No, it wasn’t him at the bottom of Vormir or meeting his end in a foreign country. He even escaped death from a Black Widow assassin. A knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts. “Are you expecting someone?” Laura whispered, sitting up. Clint shook his head, putting his finger to his lips, and stood up. He grabbed a pistol that he kept in a nearby drawer. Guns weren’t his preferred weapon but his bow wasn’t available. Unlocking the safety, he opened the door.

“Clint Barton,” Yelena smirked. “Are you going to shoot me? After everything we’ve been through.”

“Yelena,” the archer said slowly. He blinked at the blonde in front of him. “What are you doing here?”

“To see my niece,” she simply said. “Where is she?” Yelena walked past him, bumping her shoulder against his. Clint put the safety back on and closed the door.

“Time out,” he set the pistol down as Yelena waved at Laura. “You can’t just barge in here like you own the place and demand to see her.”

“And why is that?” Yelena asked, turning to face him. He could see her clearer now. The Black Widow was wearing her white suit, she must have just returned from a mission. He knew she wasn’t working for Valentina anymore.

“Because you refused to see her for the past few months when she desperately wanted to meet you,” he was trying to keep his voice quiet, not wanting to wake the rest of the house. But he saw the hope leave your eyes every time Kate joined them at the farm without Yelena.

“What has changed?” Laura asked. The blonde looked down at her feet. He could see the guilt eating up at her.

“I wasn’t ready to meet her,” Yelena admitted. “And now she’s lost someone else.” She looked up at Clint. “We both know how uncertain this life is. I’ve wasted enough time.”

“You have.”

“We can’t guarantee she’ll talk to you,” Laura said. “She refused to talk to anyone besides our kids.”

“Thank you,” Yelena sighed. “I appreciate it.”

When the door opened, you pulled your eyes away from the Polaroid and locket. “Oh,” Laura said with a smile. “I wasn’t expecting you to be awake.” You weren’t sure how to tell that you couldn’t fall asleep. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw them die over and over again. “There is someone that wants to meet you downstairs.” You refused to move. She sighed and walked over to, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You don’t have to talk to us or your grandmother or even Fury but you need to talk to someone about what you are feeling,” you had nothing to say, everything hurt. But you were curious about who was here.

“Who is it?” You finally spoke. Your voice sounded foreign to you. Laura smiled.

“Your aunt.”

Every step you took your heart was thudding against your ribs. The mixture of grief and nervousness was making you sick to your stomach. Once you entered the living room with Laura by your side, Clint and your aunt stood up from the couch. You stared at the blonde. For the longest time, you created an image in your head of what the blonde was like through stories your mama told you and the way the Bartons and Kate talked about her. As you stared at the woman in front of you, she seemed nervous - a stark contrast to the bad-ass assassin you imagined. “Hi,” her accent was deep.

“Why are you here?” You asked. Your blunt question took the room by surprise. The couple excused themselves, saying that they wanted to give you some space. When they left, you joined Yelena on the couch. But you looked forward, unable to look at her anymore. “Mama told me so many stories about you and I was so excited to meet you. I don’t understand why it took my mom dying,” your voice cracked but you refused to cry in front of her. “For you to come and see me.” The blonde sighed, leaning back into the couch.

“I wasn’t good enough,” she admitted. “You needed someone better, someone that was good.” You glanced at her. She had a far-off look in her eyes. You’ve seen that look before when your mama woke up from a nightmare or had a particularly bad day. You saw a lot of her in Yelena even though they weren’t related by blood.

“Are you good now?” You asked.

“I’m not sure but you need me,” you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

“I don’t need anyone,” you said. “I’m going to be fine on my own,” it was Yelena’s turn to laugh.

“So that’s your plan. You are going to set off by yourself and ignore everyone who loves you. What are you like 10?” Your jaw clenched. “I know exactly what you are doing. You are going to push and push everyone away so you don’t feel this pain again. It won’t work,” you refused to speak so she continued, “That pain will only hurt more.”

“What do you expect me to do?” You snapped, jumping to your feet, and looked at her. “It’s like I was hit by a train, I ran out of words. So tell me how my life goes on with them gone?” You asked, pounding your fist against your chest. “It’s like I’m sinking like a stone and I’m so afraid.” You whispered. Her green eyes softened in a way that your mama and mom would look at you. “Don’t look at me like that, please. I’m cursed.”

“Oh, milaya devushka (sweet girl),” Yelena whispered, catching you in her arms as your legs gave out. She gently rocked you, whispering Russian words in your ear.

“Stop it,” you pleaded. “Stop caring,” you weakly hit against her chest.

“That’s not happening,” you ended the hug but Yelena held onto your hands to keep you from running away. “You are not a curse,” she said it so adamantly that you almost believed her. “What happened to your mamas was not your fault. Unfortunately, they knew the risk when they signed up for this lifestyle. I am so sorry they were taken from you so soon,” you stared at your connected hands. They felt like your parents; warm and calloused.

“What am I supposed to do?” You asked.

“I don’t know but life goes on,” you looked up at her. “They made their choice. We have to live with it.” You weren’t the only one to lose someone. Yelena lost her sister. “I know your gut is telling you to run away and hide but you can not do that.”

“Where am I going to go then?” You loved staying with the Bartons and your grandmother but you knew it was temporary. At the end of the day, your mom would be there to pick you up. Now you weren’t sure where you belonged.

“Well,” Yelena slowly said. “You could come with me.” Her offer shocked you. “I could take you to meet my mama and papa or take you back to the city in Kate’s apartments with Lucky or to Ohio, or Canada, or Mexico. We could go anywhere. As long as you don’t run away.”

“Okay,” she seemed surprised by your sudden approval to drop everything you knew and live with her. You smiled. “What? Did you not expect me to take you up on your offer?”

" I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.”

“Natasha always said that she thought you and I would get along,” you told her. “She dreamed of getting a house for all of us. You, me, Maria, and her so we could all be together and safe,” you let go of one of her hands to wipe away your tears. “Maybe part of her dream can still come true.” Yelena nodded, her green eyes glossy with tears.

“Life goes on,” she repeated. You were experiencing deja vu when your mom told you the same thing. It was a weird feeling and couldn’t repeat it back. Instead, you smiled.

“Can we get a dog?” You asked. Yelena laughed.

“I have one but we can get another.” You were still afraid that another wave was going to knock you off your feet and no matter how hard you swam to the surface, no one was there to grab you. You knew Yelena was watching you intensely. A soft whistle broke the silence of the Barton house. You never thought you’d hear that whistle again. You smiled at your aunt and whistled back. They were both right no matter how many people you lost life unfortunately goes on.

Remember when we saw that Maria was going to be in secret invasion and we were all excited then they killed her in EP1. Still not over there but whatever! This will probably be the last part of this little AU unless someone requests one or I think of soething else lol

#maria hill x reader #maria hill x daughter!reader #maria hill x you #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x you #blackhill x daughter!reader #blackhill x you #blackhill x reader #blackhill #natasha romanoff x maria hiill #maria hill x natasha romanoff #clint barton x laura barton #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot

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juiles · 1 year

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Mama will always protect you.

Summary: You are the daughter of Natasha Romanoff and Dreykov wanted you. After saving you and Yelena, she struggles with you having a flashback.

Type: angst with a little fluff

Age: 11 then 12

Triggers: Red Room, torture, mentions of blood, panic attacks, flashbacks, meltdown, screaming.

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You sat against the wall of the cell you had been kept in for the last 6 months. Your head was pounding and you could feel the blood pooling in your lap from the newest broken nose. You were taken by the red room as “payback” from your mother getting the two of you out of there.

A loud bang and a vicious laugh could be heard as you slowly sat up wiping the blood from your nose to see Dreykov. He was holding a laptop which he sat on the bed opposite you and flipped the screen up revealing your mother, uncle clint, aunt laura and aunt wanda staring at you with wide eyes.

“Mama…” You croaked out with a crooked smile. “Hi…”

“Oh detka…” Your mom said, voice hoarse with tears before the two of you snapped your heads towards Dreykov who chuckled.

“My best widow. Ruined by love.” He said looking at Nat who was rough. Her hair was in a messy bun, her eyes were hollow, she looked pale.

“Mama… take care-“ You were interrupted by a coughing fit, you pulled your hand back revealing a small pool of blood in your palm. “Take care of yourself. Please…” You looked up at her with wide eyes. “Aunt laura… don’t let her-“

“I know baby. I won’t.” Laura interrupted you in a sad voice. You felt a slap on your cheek, hearing your mother growl slightly before you looked up at the man who you despised.

“Love is-“

“For children.” You spat, a russian accent showing in your voice. “я не идиот.” You glared at the man with a look your mom didn’t recognize.

(i’m not an idiot)

“Don’t fail the next mission Widow.” He spat back slamming the laptop shut and turning out of the cell slamming the gate closed.

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It was another 6 months before your family was finally able to track you, you had been trained as a widow again, Yelena being by your side, neither of you knowing who the other was. When your family officially took down the red room, they were able to save both you and the blonde.

You were both still under the serum so had to be cuffed. You didn’t even recognize your own mother. On the quinjet, Yelena pulled a serum out from her pocket and sprayed the two of you making everyone panic momentarily before you looked around confused.

“как я сюда попал?” You questioned before finally landing your eyes on Yelena and a smile grew on your face. “Yelena!” You cheered throwing yourself into her arms, making the older woman run your back hugging you.

(How did i get here?)

You heard someone shift around and immediately sat up straight, your head hanging down making Yelena take your hand gently. “It’s okay y/n/n. It’s just my sestra. She’s here to save us…”

You looked up slightly through your eyelashes glancing at the blonde before your eyes shifted over to a redhead sitting in front of you. Your eyes widened and a grin plastered itself on your face. “MAMA!”

You threw your body into hers, her arms instantly wrapping around you, one hand instantly cradling the back of your head, the other hand rubbing circles on your back. “Ох моя любовь.” She muttered into your ear. “Мама извини, что так долго.”

(“oh my love” “mama is sorry it took so long”)

“No it’s okay mama… you saved me… and Lena!” You pulled back with a smile on your face as tears run down it. She covered your face in kisses with a smile.

“I did baby…” She smiled and looked over at Yelena who had a confused look on her face. “Yelena… I know you kept her safe for a year but I want you to officially meet my daughter…”

“Wait… Lena is my aunt…? This is aunt yelena?” You asked looking back at your mom. “That explains why i was so attached to you…” You muttered looking at Yelena.

“Wow…” Yelena muttered looking between the two of you. “How have I not noticed the similarities?”

“Mama… is- is he gone…?” You turned looking at her, no emotions in your face.

Natasha studied your face, noticing all the new scars and the lack of emotions. “Detka… how are you feeling?”

Your face fell completely flat as you pulled away from her sitting up straight. Yelena quickly pulled your hands into hers.

“It’s not him. It’s your mama.” Natasha noticed your breathing had quickened and your eyes haze over. “Come on. I can’t help her!”

“I can. She’s having a panic attack.” Natasha jumped in, Laura jumping up as well. You were pulled into the redheads arms and a blanket was being placed over your head. A soft humming was heard and before Yelena knew it, you had settled down and were clinging to her shirt. “You’re okay malyshka. Mamas got you. I am never letting you go again.”

“Don’t! don’t say that! you can’t promise that!” You wailed burying into her neck more. “Mama you can’t keep that promise but i want you to stay! I don’t wanna go back! Please don’t make me go back!”

You yelled now hitting her chest with your fists. You flailed out of her arms screaming falling to the floor as you continued to scream. They couldn’t blame you. You were only 12. “I don’t like him! I hate him! I want my mama! I want mama!!! Take me back to my mama!!! MAMA!!!”

Natasha sat frozen in her seat as she stared at you, unsure what to do. Her green eyes were wide as you threw yourself around. Laura and Wanda both instantly jumped into action. Laura pulled your flailing body into hers and Wanda put soft memories into your head. You calmed down and your arms wrapped around her neck as your screams turned into sobs. You inhaled the familiar scent of your aunt and your sobs turned into hiccups. “Auntie Laura… want mama… i want mama…”

“Mama is right there peanut… mama is here safe just like you…” You sniffled clinging to her shirt, your head slowly turning to face the direction of your mama. You locked eyes with her and hiccuped. “See? Right there peanut. Mama is right there.”

“Mama…” You mumbled the growing need to throw yourself into her arms physically hurting you but unsure if she wants you too. A year of torture from Dreykov telling you that she doesn’t care clearly beating the 11 years of her showing unconditional love.

Natasha let out a sob and Laura instantly passed your shaking frame to her and the redhead wrapped her arms around you again. “My love… oh my sweet baby… Mama is here. I will protect you. Mama will always protect you.”

#yelena belova #yelena x platonic!reader #yelena x niece!reader #natasha romanov #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #avengers imagine #scarlett johansson #marvel imagine #laura barton #clint barton #wanda maximoff #y/n romanoff #elizabeth olsen #mcu imagine

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tinkssssevelyn · 3 months

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Sweet Child Of Mine

Summary - How will Bucky react knowing that his daughter was kidnapped by HYDRA while on a mission Warnings - Kidnapping, Swearing, Sedatives, Sexual Assault, Abuse, Rape

He shouldn’t have let you go on that mission. Yes you were with people who you both trusted but letting his daughter go on a mission didn’t sit right with him. You went on missions all the time but you were always with your dad. This time Fury only needed you, Natasha, Steve, Clint and Sam. It took a lot of convincing but soon enough he gave in knowing that it was a simple mission and you would come home in one piece. Oh how he was wrong.

Fury informed you and everyone else who went on the mission that serum was detected in a base and you needed to retrieve it. But when you were looking around the base you could hear a child crying in a locked room. You managed to kick the door down and started to walk towards the cries just to find a sound box of a child crying.

Before you could call for backup you felt a pinch on your neck. “Y / N we found the serums come to the jet.” Steve said to you over the comms. “Y / N report now.” No reply “Y / N god dammit answer me right now.” Clint, Natasha and Sam all give each other worrying looks and try to locate your tracker “Steve her tracker isn’t locating.” Natasha says to Steve.

“Look me and Clint will go back to the base you two stay here.” Sam says walking out of the jet with Clint. They look around until they go into the room where you were taken. They see your ear comms on the floor along with your weapons. “Steve someone has taken her.” Steve looks at Natasha with tears in his eyes.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE’S BEEN TAKING?” Bucky shouts at Steve in the conference room where all the other avengers were sitting. “Buck let me - “NO ROGERS DON’T JUST DON’T. YOU SAID YOU WOULD PROTECT HER BUT IT WAS ALL FUCKING BULLSHIT NOW SOMEONE HAS MY DAUGHTER BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T LOOK AFTER HER.” Bucky huffs and sits down on the chair. “Listen Buck I get your hurt but you can’t blame Steve.” Clint says to Bucky sitting opposite him “She was talking to us over comms and she was fine but then she went quiet and the reason for that was because she heard a child cry but it was just a sound box. Me and Sam found it with her ear comms and weapons. It could’ve happened to any of us.”

Tears swell in Bucky’s eyes. “Steve - I’m - I’m sorry I didn’t mean to snap.” Steve nods his head at the brunette. “I would never purposely put her in danger none of us would she’s my god daughter. When Clint and Sam told us my whole world stopped.” Before anyone could say anything Tony and Fury come in “We still have no location on Y / N but what we do know is that it was HYDRA that took her.” Natasha can hear Bucky’s breathing getting faster and faster “It’s okay we will find her I promise.” She whispers in his ear while holding his hand. She always saw you as a daughter and knowing that your missing breaks her.

“What’s the plan then?” Wanda asks while breaking the silence. Before Fury and Tony can answer a video link appears on the screen. Everyone glances at each other. “Do we open it?” Peter whispers. Fury and Tony give each other a look before clinking on it. “Oh my.” Everyone says quietly. You are in a bright white room with HYDRA agents around you while being tied to the ceiling like a punching bag. You are in your leggings and sports bra which shows the bruises and cut on your body. You look at the camera which shows your bloody face and black eyes.

Bucky doesn’t shed a tear but feels rage in him. “Well well well you all fell for our trap, I’m rather impressed that it worked I thought you all were smarter than this obviously I was wrong.” A man steps in front of the camera. “Who’s that?” Bruce asks with tears in his eyes “HYDRA’s most powerful leader.” Bucky answers emotionless. “Your daughter is very beautiful James me and my men will have so much fun.” Bucky feels sick to his stomach. The man moves out the way and stands next to you while putting the camera in front of you. Before you can say anything he punches you in the stomach and burns you with a lighter on your stomach. You scream out in pain “STOP PLEASE PLEASE STOP I’LL DO ANYTHING PLEASE PLEASE.” He laughs and licks your tears away

“What’s the fun in that gorgeous?” You move your head away from him and the camera. “I love sensitive girls always so submissive. I am surprised though that you’re not like your monster of a dad. Did you know that he nearly killed you when you were 5 years old? Of course you wouldn’t remember he never told you. Your dad wants you dead but he couldn’t do it so I will help him out and do it myself. But first I think I should mark my territory on you.” Fears rises in you. “Please - I beg you - please don’t - please.”

At this point everyone in the conference room is sobbing. “It’s okay we will go nice and slow.” The man whispers in your ear as agents untie you then lay you a mattress. “GET THE FUCK OFF ME.” You say will fighting them. The man leans on the wall laughing as you struggle. You begin to scream “DAD PLEASE I JUST WANT MY DAD PLEASE STOP.”

“TONY TURN IT OFF.” Steve shouts at Tony who has tears in his eyes while watching his god daughter. Everyone turns towards Bucky who is combing his hair with his hands. “Buck I’m so sorry.” Tony says to the solider. Before anyone can say anything he storms out and goes to your room.

A week has passed now and no one has spoken. Tony and Fury are still trying to locate you while everyone is in their rooms. Bucky is laying on your bed when he hears a knock at the door he doesn’t answer “Hey Buck I brought you some food.” Natasha says to him while placing it on your bed side table. Before she can leave he asks if she can stay. She sits by his feet and looks around your room.

“I’ll never forget that day where I nearly killed my own daughter. They brainwashed me that morning and she was only 5 at the time she didn’t understand why I couldn’t remember. I started to attack her and when I - I - chocked her until she started saying mine and her favourite memory I realised what I had done.” Natasha signs sadly “She knows that you didn’t mean to Buck. She knows what you did in the past wasn’t you.” He sits up while the red haired faces him “She always saw you as a mother figure. The first day she met you we went upstairs and wouldn’t shut up about you.” He says while laughing “She loves you so much as well as everyone else and I’m sorry I took it out on you guys especially Steve.” She holds his hands and looks at him “Steve knows you didn’t mean it he just wished he could have protected her more and so do I. She’s like a daughter to me and when they said someone took her I just thought the worse.” Before Bucky can say anything Tony and Steve come running to his room “We found her.” They both say at the same time.

Everyone makes their way to the conference room and sits down while Steve, Fury and Tony explain the plan. Once the plan is confirmed Steve, Tony, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, Sam, Wanda and Bruce make their way to the jet. “Hey can we talk?” Bucky asks Steve while he gets everyone’s weapons ready. “Buck I’m really sorry.” Bucky signs “You shouldn’t be apologising I’m sorry I shouldn’t have snapped at you none of it was your fault thank you for looking out for her.” Steve hugs Bucky “I know it didn’t seem like I was looking out for her but I promise we all tried.”

Everyone gets off the jets and makes their way to the base which is in the middle of a field surrounded by woods. “Does anyone need me to go over the plan because we can’t screw this up?” Steve asks everyone sternly. “Cap I think we are all good let’s go.” Tony says while shooting at the agents.

Steve, Bucky and Natasha go together while Tony, Clint, Sam and Wanda go together leaving Bruce on the jet setting up the med bay. Natasha knocks down the agents while Steve and Bucky check every room “Guys she isn’t on our side she must be your way.” Tony says over comms. Bucky knocks down a locked door where he sees you curled in a corner sobbing “I found her.” He whispers into his comms. He carefully walks over to you and bends down “Y / N hey it’s me.” He says softly. You sob “Go - go away - no more.” Steve and Natasha make their way towards Bucky but gives you two some space.

“Baby doll it’s me it’s dad.” He strokes your arm but you flinch away and start crying more “Stop - I’ll be good - please sir. Bucky starts crying then turns to Steve and Natasha “She doesn’t remember me.” Natasha can hear gun shots coming towards them “We don’t have enough time we need to get her out of here now.” She says while shooting at more agents. “I’m sorry for this doll.” He picks you up and puts you over his shoulder “GET OFF ME STOP I WANT MY DAD STOP PLEASE.” You begin to thrash around while Bucky runs towards the jet. Before he can get out the man appears out of nowhere pointing a gun at Bucky’s head “Now now that’s no way to come into someone’s building.” You stop thrashing around and start breathing heavily. Steve notices your anxiety when he speaks “What the fuck did you do to her.” The man just laughs “She doesn’t remember any of you because she belongs to me now. She was nothing before now she’s mine.” You begin to cry quietly on your dad’s shoulder.

“Now hand her over before I shoot both of you. It’s not like she will be able to remember you anyways.” He smirks at Steve and Bucky. “Fine fine we can do this the easy way or the hard way it’s down to you but either way you both will die.” Steve starts laughing “You really think that you will survive this?” The man tilts his head but before he can say anything Natasha shoots him at the back of the head. She watches the blood pour out of his head. “Come on we need to go the building will explode in 2 minutes.” She says while running outside. Both super soldiers follow.

“Everyone in now.” Bruce shouts as he watches the building explode. Tony takes off while Bucky lays you down on the med bay table. “I know you can’t remember any of us but you’re safe now doll.” He was waiting for you to start screaming but instead you drift off to sleep.

Bucky holds your hand and sobs “You’re safe now god i’m so sorry doll.” Steve and Sam stay by his side while he cries. After a few hours Natasha breaks the silence “What did they do to her.” They all look at Bruce while he finishes the medical report “This may be upsetting for some people but she has many bruises, cuts and burn marks on her body. She has a few broken ribs, signs of rape and abuse. I also noticed that they engraved her birthday and her death day on her arm. They were planning on killing her today that’s why they brainwashed her so that she couldn’t remember any of us when she was going to be killed.” Bucky looks at Bruce coldly “Will she remember us?”

“I don’t know yet I mean we can try things like showing her around the compound, telling her stories and memories but we have to wait until she wakes up Bucky I’m really sorry.” After that no one speaks until the return to the compound.

It’s been 48 hours now until the rescued you but you still haven’t woken up. Right now Bruce, Steve, Natasha, Sam, Clint and Bucky are with you. Natasha strokes your hair and signs Russian lullabies which always helped you sleep when you had nightmares. “Please wake up my darling we all need you.” She whispers in your ear. “Yeah who else will help me when I make fun of Steve and Bucky’s ages.” Sam pipes up. They all laugh at his comment. “Who else will make us laugh and smile even if we are having a shit day?” Clint whispers softly.

They all start saying memories to each other “Do you remember that one time when Tony threw a party and she managed to lift Thor’s hammer?” Everyone laughs at Steve’s memory “God he was so pissed off that day.” Bucky says. “I couldn’t imagine life without Y / N she’s the best thing that happened to me well all of us.” Everyone smiles at Bucky while carrying on saying their favourite memories. Steve monitors you while Bruce informs everyone else what’s happening. “Hey hey did you guys see that?” “See what?” Natasha asks “Her hand twitched. I swear.” Everyone turns at you while Bucky holds your hand and strokes your hair. “Doll it’s me it’s daddy can you hear me?” You move your finger silently. He signs in relief while Bruce comes in “Bruce she’s awake.” Clint announces. He comes over and check your vitals “Sweetheart it’s Bruce can you try opening your eyes please. Take your time but I think everyone wants to see you.” He says while chuckling. You open your eyes slowly blinking the sleep away. You move your head slowly looking around the room until you lock contact with your dad “Hey sleepyhead.” You smile softly “Hey fossil.” Steve starts laughing “She definitely remembers you.”

Once you are fully awake everyone comes in and sees you for a bit then make their way to bed. Bruce, Bucky, Steve, Steve, Clint and Natasha stay with you. “Y / N I know this is really hard but what can you remember?” You look at Steve but then look at your hands. “Doll we don’t have to do this now if you’re not ready.” You lay your head on his chest and take a deep breath while he plays with your hair.

“I was looking for the serum until I could hear a child cry and it was on the other side of a locked door so I knocked it down but found a sound box but before I could call for back up I felt a pinch in my neck. Next minute I’m tied up hanging from the ceiling. They hurt me a lot that day. They um - the man would make me do stuff - and I tried - to um - I said no but he wouldn’t listen to me. He tried to rape me but I started to fight him but he was stronger than me and for punishment he - he - um brainwashed me.”

Everyone can feel tears in their eyes “You’re safe now doll I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”

COMMENT IDEAS

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x daughter!reader #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #clint barton #sam wilson

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shitty-marvel-fan732 · 6 months

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You Don't Mess With Y/N, Part 3

Part 3 of 4, Part 4 is out now!

Summary: Everyone knows you don't piss off Y/N. What will happen when someone ignores the warning? Groupchat!

Links to part 1 and part 2

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thewidowsghost · 7 months

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Happy Holidays (Kate Bishop x Romanoff!Reader) - Chapter 18

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"Well, there's uh . . ." Kate begins from the back of the cab, "one more thing we should worry about."

"Yeah? What's that?" Clint asks.

"Um . . . Do you remember the girl from last night, the one in the mask?" Kate asks.

"Uh huh," Clint says, looking across (Y/n) and at Kate.

"Um, we spoke to her," Kate goes on, and she and (Y/n) exchange a look. "She said she's Natasha's sister."

"Yelena?" Clint mutters.

"Yeah," Kate says.

"I – okay," Clint says, looking forward in the cab and looking out the front window.

The car stops and all three exit the car.

"Okay," Clint says again.

"You all right?" (Y/n) asks, focusing on where Clint is holding his shoulder.

"Yeah," he replies.

. . .

Kate's phone buzzes on the kitchen table, where the four are eating the breakfast Grills the Firefighter had prepared, Bolt's head resting affectionately on the young archer's knee.

"Kate," (Y/n) looks over at her companion. "What's wrong?"

"Kate Bishop, I found out who hired me," Kate reads off her phone. "E-eleanor Bishop. Thought you deserved to know."

Kate's breathing stutters, and (Y/n) places a hand on Kate's thigh. Kate, honey, you gotta breathe," (Y/n) murmurs.

"Look at this," Kate tosses her phone on the table and slides it towards Clint. "Who's that with my mom?"

"Well," Clint glances uncomfortably at Kate, "that's the guy I've been worried about this whole time. Kingpin."

Kate grabs the phone and taps on the screen. "In the spirit of the holidays, I'm gonna give you a minute to think about what you're starting right now," Wilson Fisk / Kingpin's voice comes from the phone.

"I don't need a minute," Eleanor Bishop replies.

"Who sent this?" Clint asks, and (Y/n) shakes her hand on Kate's thigh gently, pulling Kate out of her thoughts.

"Yelena," Kate replies, almost in a daze. "Apparently my mom is the one who hired her to kill you."

"Oh wow," Clint breathes.

"It doesn't make any sense," Kate says, bringing her unoccupied hand to her head. "My mom doesn't even, she doesn't even jaywalk. And now she's working with the mob? She killed Armand?" she whispers in disbelief. "My God," Kate stands up, throwing (Y/n)'s hand off her thigh in her anxiousness to get up from the table, "I need to talk to her."

"Kate, wait," (Y/n) gets up, stepping over to Kate and resting a hand gently on her arm. "You gotta calm down, okay?"

"Let's talk this out," Clint agrees.

Kate, who had already dialed her mother's number, listens to the answering machine, "This is Eleanor. I can't answer the phone right now . . ."

"She didn't answer," Kate starts pacing the kitchen, trying the number again.

"(Y/n)'s right. Just take a breath, okay?" Clint advises. "But your mom needs our help."

Kate's breathing stutters in her chest again, and she meets (Y/n)'s gaze, who had followed her pacing with her eyes and stepped forward. "Kate," she cups the girl's face in effort to keep the archer from beginning to pace the floor again, "that video, it's not good. The Kingpin will not take this lightly. He is going to react," Kate looks deep into (Y/n)'s eyes, and nods, her face still cupped in (Y/n)'s hands, "and he's gonna do it in a big way."

"(Y/n)," Kate pulls away, and (Y/n)'s arms drop uselessly to her side, "this is my mess to clean up. You," she glances at Clint, "both of you, should go home. You should be with your family. You can still make it in time for Christmas –"

"Kate, you're my partner," Clint interrupts her. Kate pulls her gaze from (Y/n)'s to look at Clint.

"And I'm not going to leave you behind," (Y/n) says fiercely, taking a step forward. "We're not going anywhere until this is finished."

Kate breathes out, and a sob escapes her lips.

(Y/n)'s expression softens and she wraps Kate in a hug.

"I'm not leaving you," (Y/n) murmurs, drawing patterns on Kate's back with her fingers. "You hear me?"

Another sob leaves Kate's mouth and she buries her face into (Y/n)'s neck.

. . .

"Kate," Clint says, and the young archer turns to him, "I'm really sorry how this has all turned out for you."

Kate looks out the window as the subway zips along underground.

"Well," Kate looks at Clint. "Can't think about it right now. We've gotta focus on tonight."

Clint exhales. "You're right," he says simply. "We need a ton of gear. Like a whole batch of way-too-dangerous trick arrows."

Kate's eyes widen with a child-like excitement. "You can make more?"

The Avenger shakes his head with amusement.

. . .

Bolt and Lucky push through the door to Kate's aunt's apartment, sniffing the couch and then jumping up. They curl up together on the couch, Bolt's head resting on Lucky's back.

"Hey, Kate," Clint calls from the workroom, welding some parts to an arrow shaft, "you seen that pepper spray?"

"Yeah, I've got it here," she enters the workroom, a can of pepper spray in hand.

"All right," Clint mutters.

. . .

"So, this, uh, this holiday party tonight," Clint says, (Y/n) in the other room changing her clothes, "is it a fancy thing?"

"Yeah. Formal," Kate replies.

"You know, you don't have to do this," Clint says. "(Y/n) and I can handle it ourselves. It's part of the job. It's always inconvenient. It's," he pauses, "lonely. You will get hurt. Heroes have to make some tough decisions. So, if you're gonna do this . . . I just wanna know you're ready."

"When I was younger, aliens invaded," Kate replies. "And I was alone. And I was terrified. But then I saw you, fighting aliens with a string and a stick. I saw you jump from that building even though you can't fly, even though you don't have superpowers. And I thought, 'If he could do that, then I didn't have to be scared.' You showed me that being a hero isn't just for people who can fly or shoot lasers out of their hands, it's for anyone. Anyone who's brave enough to do what's right, no matter the cost." Clint exhales, sharply. "I'm ready," Kate promises.

"Natasha is going to love you," Clint says, smiling slightly.

"I'd hope so," (Y/n) jokes, walking into the workroom clad in a plum purple suit, with a white buttoned shirt and a lighter, lavender colored tie.

Kate stares at (Y/n), her eyes wide. "You look -" Kate falters. "I mean -"

Clint chuckles, patting (Y/n) affectionately on the shoulder before exiting the room, leaving the two young women alone.

"You -" Kate tries again, her mouth hanging open.

(Y/n), amused, reaches over and closes Kate's mouth with her hand.

"Great," Kate finishes, tilting her head so that (Y/n)'s hand now cups her cheek.

"Smooth, Bishop," (Y/n) teases, but she allows her thumb to brush across a cut on Kate's cheek.

"Willyoubemygirlfriend?" Kate says.

"Excuse me?" (Y/n) looks bewildered.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Kate says slower.

(Y/n) pauses, her gaze twinkling mischievously. "I think that can be arranged."

"Aww, screw you, Romanoff," Kate says, smacking (Y/n)'s arm gently.

"You'd want to do that, huh?" (Y/n) replies,and Kate's cheeks flush.

"S-s-shut up!" Kate splutters and (Y/n) laughs.

. . .

(Y/n), Kate, and Clint walk towards the entrance of the massive building to join Eleanor Bishop's Christmas Gala.

Clint separates from the two young women, leaving the two girlfriends to themselves to scout around.

"No sign of my mom yet," Kate says to (Y/n), pretending to fix (Y/n)'s collar.

"Okay, tell me what you do see," (Y/n) replies. "What are our assets, what are our threats?"

"Mmm," Kate hums, scanning the scene before her. "Threats? That guy. That's Gary. He fired me from one of the only jobs I ever had."

(Y/n) glances over her shoulder at the man, and she snorts – recognizing him. "Don't know if you could call that a job, sweetheart."

Kate flushes, but continues, "Assets? Well, we have those all over the party." She gestures around to some of the LARPers from the park.

"Chip. So good to see you," Kate looks around at the sound of Jack's voice.

"Wow, Jack's out of jail already. Nothing phases that guy," Kate voices.

"So Jack, wielding a sword, just out of jail for allegedly murdering somebody with one," Clint comments quietly into the COMMs.

"Maybe it's his way of proving he really is innocent?" (Y/n) says, hiding it behind a sip of vodka.

"Weird flex, but okay," Clint says, and (Y/n) almost chokes on her alcohol. "You see her yet?"

"I haven't seen her yet," Kate replies from (Y/n)'s side.

. . .

"Found her," (Y/n) catches sight of Eleanor as she walks through the main door. "Wait," (Y/n) laces her arm with Kate's as her girlfriend tries to move.

"Kate, (Y/n), hi . . ." Eleanor moves over.

"Mom, come with us," Kate says, and (Y/n) unlaces her arm with Kate's.

"Farther," (Y/n) says, glancing over her shoulder at the window. "Good."

Kate leads the way through the party, to a concealed room with no windows.

"What're you two doing?" Eleanor asks her daughter.

"We're saving your life," Kate replies.

"Your business partner wants you dead," (Y/n) adds.

"What're you talking about?" Eleanor splutters.

Kate scoffs. She pulls her phone out of the pocket of her suit jacket. ". . . which is why I'm a little confused where you're headed with this." Kate plays the video.

"How could you do this?" Kate asks softly.

"I handed Armand like you asked," the video continues.

"All these years," Kate hisses.

"You don't understand," Eleanor says, looking at (Y/n) and her furrowed brown.

"Then explain," (Y/n) replies.

"When your father died, I was blindsided," Eleanor turns back to her daughter. "He owed that monster money."

"There you are!" Jack enters the room. "Sorry to interrupt, darling –" (Y/n) slides her hand into her pocket, closing it around the handle of her switchblade, "but I really need to have a word with you . . ."

"Jack, not now," Eleanor says, taking a step away from her fiance. She turns back to her daughter. "Sweetheart, Kate, don't worry, I have everything under control."

Suddenly, (Y/n) hears the sound of gunshots.

"What the hell was that?" Kate asks.

"Shots fired. We're workin' on gettin' these people outta here," Clint says in to the COMMs.

"Kate, take her and go," (Y/n) says.

"Fuck no," Kate says. "Mom and Jack, stay here."

"Kate, do not go out there, it's too dangerous," Eleanor orders her daughter.

"You're the reason it's dangerous out there, Mom," Kate says. "Just stay put and stay out of this."

"Damn, babe," (Y/n) mutters following Kate out of the room. "That was hot."

"Not the time," Kate says, though her cheeks darken.

"Oh, God. Clint, who's shooting?" Kate asks.

"I have no idea," Clint replies. "I'm gonna head downstairs, draw the fire away."

"Going position two, guys. Missy, Kenney, cut the lights," Grills says.

The lights go off, the only source of light coming from the battery powered Christmas lights.

"Oh shit," Kate sees Yelena run after Clint.

Kate runs after Yelena, (Y/n) close behind. "So, I know you're chummy with my mom, I just didn't think you'd make the cut for the Christmas party."

(Y/n) snorts.

"Kate Bishop. Random person. I'm not here to ruin anything. I'm just going to kill Barton, have some appetizers, and then I'll go."

"I hope you enjoy the bruschetta, 'cause it looks like you already lost him," Kate says.

"He's in the elevator," Yelena deadpans.

"Yeah, what, out of sixty-five floors, you think you're just gonna magically guess which one he's on?" Kate asks.

"Twelfth floor," Yelena replies, looking over to see the opposite elevator's floor number displayed in bright red.

"Damn it," Kate mutters.

"Enjoy the party," Yelena says, and the elevator doors in front of her open. Yelena and Kate try to enter the elevator at the same time. "No, no, Kate, stay."

Yelena steps into the elevator, and as the doors slide shut, both (Y/n) and Kate slide into the elevator next to Yelena.

"Ahh," Yelena complains.

The doors slide shut.

Kate looks over at the button panel. She reaches out to press one of the buttons, but Yelena smacks her hand away. "No," Yelena deadpans.

(Y/n) behind the two, holding back a laugh.

Kate reaches over again to press the buttons, and Yelena grabs the back of her dress, spinning her around, and shoving her back in her space.

Kate frowns and (Y/n) swallows back a laugh. The raven haired girl tries once again, and Yelena judo-flips Kate onto the floor.

Kate stands up and does the first thing she can think of – smacking Yelena in the face.

"Fuck," (Y/n) breathes, her eyes wide.

"What was that?" Yelena asks, looking bewildered.

"I don't know," Kate swallows thickly. She looks over at (Y/n). "I –"

"No! No. No, no, no!" Yelena protests. She grabs Kate's sleeve, pulling off the dress, revealing Kate in a purple archer's suit with black and silver accents. "Did you plan that?" Yelena asks, looking over at (Y/n), who'd dawned her own suit, a lot like her mother's white suit, but purple, with pink and gray trim.

"Yes," Kate says. Yelena stares at her. "No, no, I . . ." she turns around and presses all of the elevator buttons.

"Oh, no, no no!" Yelena says. "Come on, that is so annoying. Suka," she mutters in Russian, untying her green trench coat and revealing her own suit. She forces the coat into Kate's hands, and steps out of the elevator on the next floor.

Kate and (Y/n) look at each other for a moment, before Kate throws the coat to the floor and the two charge after Yelena.

Yelena rolls over a table, dodging one of Kate's punches and (Y/n) tackles her, forcing the former assassin to her feet.

The two trained Widows trade blows, but Yelena dodges one of (Y/n)'s and slams the pad of her palm into (Y/n)'s nose.

Yelena runs towards the door frame where she finds Kate standing in the way.

"What're we doin'?" Kate asks. "I mean, it's Christmas Eve. Let's grab a drink, huh?"

"Authentic Russian vodka, on me?" (Y/n) offers, shaking her head to clear it.

"Okay, yeah, sure," Yelena replies.

"Cool," Kate sighs, forcing a smile.

"After I kill Barton," Yelena adds.

"No, no that's not what . . ." Kate complains. "Come on. You don't need to . . ."

Yelena kicks Kate in the stomach to push her through the door frame, and the archer cries out in pain.

She grabs Kate by the arm, and smushes her face against the glass walls.

"Kate, (Y/n), where are you?" Clint asks.

"Yep, give us a minute."

"Everyone here at 107.6 Lite FM," a radio hums to life as Yelena body throws (Y/n) into a desk.

Kate grabs a rope with balls on the top and throws it at Yelena's hand, knocking her red Widow's baton from her hand and shattering the window.

"Oww!" Yelena complains, shaking her hand. "That really hurts!"

"Yeah, yeah, well, so did the kick to the ribs," Kate replies, breathless.

"And the body throw into the desk," (Y/n) deadpans.

"Oh, yeah, that was a good one," Yelena says cheerfully. "That was good form. But you did the really cool trading blows thing," she looks at (Y/n). "And you did the really good throw."

"Yeah? Thank you," Kate says. "Thank you."

"Yeah," Yelena replies.

Then the slight grin slides off Kate's face. "Stop making me like you," she whines.

"I'm sorry. I can't help it. That was really fun," Yelena comments and a laugh escapes (Y/n)'s lips. "But bye." She shoots a grapple at the floor and jumps out the window.

Kate and (Y/n) stick their heads out the window to watch as (Y/n)'s aunt runs down the side of the building.

"Clint!" Kate yells, warning the man.

"Was that you?" the old archer asks, watching the flash of shadow pass across his window.

"It's Yelena! Watch out!" Kate says, and as she says so, Yelena passes the window where Clint is standing, shooting at him with her handgun.

"Careful," (Y/n) warns her girlfriend. As she grabs a rope and wraps it around Yelena's grapple rope.

"It's supposed to be scary, it's supposed to be scary. Okay," Kate murmurs to herself before she jumps down the side of the building, screaming all the way down. She lands on a knee, Yelena having disappeared into the crowd.

"Holy shit, Kate, you okay?" (Y/n) asks quickly, readying her own rope to join her girlfriend at the bottom of the building.

"Fine!" Kate replies, breathless. "But the Tracksuits are here."

(Y/n) descends the building, slower – but safer – than Kate had.

"Gotcha, babe," (Y/n) replies from beside her girlfriend once she'd safely reached the ground.

"Look, it's Kate Bishop," one of the Tracksuits comments.

"And the Widow's brat," another adds.

"Offensive," (Y/n) mutters.

The Tracksuits attack the young women, and they attack right back, Kate firing arrows to help (Y/n) as she attacks with her Widow's batons.

Kate, deciding she'd used enough arrows for the moment, turns and grabs one of the Tracksuits by the wrist, forcing his handgun to point towards the ground.

"I know it's not the best moment right now," Tomas says, facing the purple dressed archer, "but I want to thank you, you know. For your advice, how I should speak to my girlfriend." Kate glances at (Y/n), who was whalloping Tracksuits in the back of the heads with her batons, sending them sprawling, dazed, onto the ground.

"Did it work?" Kate asks Tomas, still putting pressure on his wrist.

"It worked, bro," Tomas replies, "we went to Maroon 5 instead."

"Valid, honestly," (Y/n) comments.

"That's so great," Kate says, swallowing back a laugh at (Y/n)'s words. "So, what's with the gun?"

"I'm sorry, but . . . I wanted to thank you," Tomas says. She kicks him in the private area, and he collapses to the ground.

"Harsh," (Y/n) comments, sending two more Tracksuits to the ground. "And hot."

"Hehe, got you now, bro," a Tracksuit points a handgun at Kate.

Before she can do anything, Jack kicks the man out of the way, sending the man's handgun flying out his hand with a quick flick of his sword.

"Jack!" Kate exclaims.

"Hello, dears," Jack says. "I'm glad you two are doing well."

"That's actually so sweet," (Y/n) says, punching a Tracksuit in the face, sending him stumbling back, clutching at his now broken nose.

"Behind you!" Kate warns as another Tracksuit advances on her mother's fiance. He turns calmly, and slices at him with his sword.

"Jack. Jack, I am, I am so sorry my mom got you put in jail. Are you okay?" Kate asks.

"Never been better," Jack answers, smiling slightly. He defeats about four more Tracksuits calmly. "But I'm afraid I've lost track of your mother."

"Yeah. You and us both," Kate replies.

. . .

"Clint!" Kate says, she, Jack, and (Y/n) still battling the hordes of Tracksuits. "Where are you?

"Right here!" Clint replies.

"Where's here, Clint?" Kate rolls her eyes.

"In the tree," the Avenger replies.

"What tree?" (Y/n) asks, not bothering to look up at the massive Christmas tree she and her companions were fighting under.

"THE tree!" Clint replies.

Kate turns to look up at the massive tree. "What're you doing up there?" she asks, amused.

"I'm just hanging out, what do you think?" Clint asks.

. . .

"Clint, I need you to hang on tight," Kate orders, keeping an eye on (Y/n) and Jack battling Tracksuits back to back below her.

"Yeah, you think?" Clint asks.

"No time for sarcasm," (Y/n) comments.

"You know, dear," Jack says to (Y/n) over his shoulder. "I like you for my Kate. Should've told you that before."

"That's really sweet," (Y/n) says, whacking a Tracksuit in the head, and another in the groin. "You're a good stepdad."

"Wait, what do you mean?" Clint asks.

"I'm gonna get you out of that tree," Kate replies.

"No, no, don't do anything. Kate? Kate!" Clint yells into the COMMs.

"Yo, Uncle Clint, you're gonna blow our eardrums if you keep yelling into the COMMs," (Y/n) says and Kate laughs.

The purple archer fires two arrows, and the massive tree falls, spilling the Avenger into the ice rink below.

"Nice, Kat," (Y/n) comments as she and Kate join Clint in the ice rink.

"Oh my god, you wore it!" Kate looks delighted as Clint removes his dress shirt to reveal the suit Kate had designed for him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Clint grumbles, but he smiles at the delighted look on the younger archer's face.

"Oh, my god, it looks so good. I told you," Kate starts to fangirl.

"Yeah," Clint replies. "Okay. Listen to me. We need to get off this ice, okay? The only way off this ice is up those stairs."

"Great," Kate deadpans. "There's only about a thousand of them, and three of us."

"Here, take these," Clint grabs a handful of special arrows and puts them into Kate's quiver.

"No way," Kate exclaims. "Is it time?"

"It's time," Clint tells his protege. "All right," he knocks an arrow. "Let's give 'em hell."

"Yo, what's going on here," a figure in blue and red spandex drops out of the sky, webbing up a few of the Tracksuits.

"A battle before Christmas," (Y/n) replies, turning to the Spider-Man. "Yo man, good to see you again."

"Back at you, Widow," Spider-Man replies.

The four heroes charge at the Tracksuits, Kate and Clint, and (Y/n) and the Spider-Man.

"It's so cool that there's another archer Avenger," Spider-Man comments as he and (Y/n) knock about two dozen Tracksuits.

"Proves anyone can be a hero," (Y/n) replies. "Ain't that right, Spidey."

Spider-Man chuckles, and (Y/n) estimates he's probably about eighteen, just from the sound of his voice.

After a few short minutes, all the remaining tracksuits lie on the ground, either with webbing, arrow, or bruising wounds.

"Kate, your mom just walked out of a side door," Grills says.

"Copy," Clint replies.

"I have to go find her," Kate says.

"I'm coming," (Y/n) demands, and from the look on her face, Kate knows there is no point in trying to argue. (Y/n) turns to Spider-Man, "See you 'round, dude." They fist bump, and Spider-Man uses two of his webs and slingshots himself through the New York skyline.

"What's with you and spider-themed people?" Kate voices, turning to Clint, who simply shrugs. "Let's go," Kate turns to her girlfriend. She sighs heavily.

. . .

A figure tackles Clint, and he sprawls on the ice, Yelena Belova standing over him.

"Before I kill you," Yelena towers over the injured archer, "I need to ask you one question."

"It's nice to finally meet you, Yelena," Clint says, opening his eyes and facing Natasha's sister for the first time.

"I need to know what happened," she says, looking down at the archer, who'd gotten to his knees.

"Look, Yelena," Clint mutters, "if I told you what really happened, you'd never believe me. But what you need to know is that Natasha sacrificed herself. She saved the world. I-" his voice cracks. "I'm sorry."

"You're lying," Yelena replies.

"What?" Clint asks in disbelief.

"You're pathetic. You're so pathetic," Yelena steps forward. "She wouldn't sacrifice herself for you. You murdered my sister."

"That's right," Clint murmurs. "It wasn't just for me. She wanted to bring back her friends, her family, you. Keep her kid safe."

Yelena narrows her eyes. "Kid?"

"You met her," Clint rasps. "Earlier tonight. Purple suit, pink and black accents. Green eyes like hers."

"Shut up!" Yelena's voice rips from her throat. "You pathetic" punch "little" another punch "liar!" she kicks Clint in the ribs, and he skids backwards on the ice.

. . .

The door is ripped off Eleanor Bishop's car, and she shrieks.

The massive figure of Wilson Fisk leans over the woman in the car. "Don't leave, Eleanor," he rasps. "Come here, let's talk."

"Get away from my mom," Kate screams.

Fisk moves away from the car, to watch Kate, her bow pointed at his chest, and (Y/n) beside her, leveling her handgun at Fisk's face. "What are you going to do with those?"

Kate lets her arrow fly, and it sinks into his chest, but he simply just removes the arrow calmly.

"What?" Kate splutters. She shoots a grapple arrow, but Fisk simply grabs it, pulls Kate to him, and pouches her square in the ribs.

Fury burns in (Y/n)'s emerald green eyes. And she runs at Fisk, wielding both of her Widow's batons.

He strikes her in the face, and she flies backwards into the brick wall, collapsing onto the ground next to her injured girlfriend.

Fisk moves towards the two injured warriors, but a car careens into Fisk, sending him into the toy store.

Fisk turns towards the car, Eleanor Bishop at the wheel, but both Kate and (Y/n) get to their feet, sliding over the hood.

"Where you goin', big guy?" Kate rasps.

She attacks first, but Fisk grabs her bow, spinning her around, and sinking his massive fist into her stomach. Pain washes through Kate, but she fires an arrow behind (Y/n), and a web of electric webs spread across it, keeping the mob-boss from attacking her mother.

(Y/n) attacks, but Fisk grabs her by the neck. "You're in over your head!" he roars, slamming (Y/n) Romanoff into the ground.

She writhes, pain radiating through her entire back and into her arms and legs.

Fisk towers over (Y/n), and panic ripples through Kate, she staggers to her feet and charges at Fisk again, but he grabs her by her quiver, throwing her into one of the cement walls of the toy store. He grabs a handful of arrows and raises them over Kate's chest.

A pained sob escapes (Y/n)'s mouth as she gets uneasily to her feet.

. . .

"You should have fought harder!" Yelena snarls, striking Clint across the face.

She discards her baton, pulling out her handgun. A soft whistle escapes from Clint's mouth – Natasha and Yelena's whistle.

A pained gasp escapes from Yelena's throat as she lowers her handgun. "How do you know that?" Yelena asks.

"Your secret whistle with Nat," Clint gets to his knees again. "She talked about you all the time, Yelena."

"She did?" Yelena whispers, broken. "What did she say?"

Before Clint can answer, a familiar voice replies. "That I loved you more than life itself," Natasha emerges from the stairs. "Sorry I'm late, I couldn't catch an earlier flight."

A sob escapes Yelena's throat, she runs for her sister, tackling her in a desperate hug, and grasping at the back of Natasha's jacket.

. . .

(Y/n) staggers towards Fisk and Kate, pain radiating all throughout her body.

"Please, not her," (Y/n) rasps, putting herself between Kate and Fisk.

"Kill the little Widow," Fisk says thoughtfully. "Sounds good to me."

And he strikes.

Word Count: 4583 words

A cliffhanger hehe

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firegal19 · 1 year

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Bucky walks in to see his daughter, Clint, Steve, and Peter on the coffee table, chairs, and couch

Bucky: Why are you guys playing “The Floor is Lava”? You guys are over 10

Y/n: Dad, we’re not playing “Floor is Lava”.

Steve: Yeah, we’re playing “Peter lost the damn tarantula”.

Bucky: *immediately gets on the coffee table*

Tony: Language

Steve: Tony, shut up

#bucky barnes incorrect quotes #bucky x daughter!reader #bucky x teen!reader #captain america incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel cinematic universe #steve rogers incorrect quotes #peter parker #spiderman incorrect quotes #tony stark #tony stark incorrect quotes #clint barton incorrect quotes

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natashaslesbian · 6 months

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Hi! 😊

I don't know if your requests are still open but I am just going to leave my request here just in case they are.

So this is a Mama!Nat request where Y/N (kid, around the age of 6 or 7 if it's possible) celebrates her birthday while she's on the run in Norway with her Mama and Natasha tries to make Y/N's day as happy as possible, even managing to buy a cake for her daughter as a surprise alongside a new teddy bear.

I understand if the requests are closed or if you don't want to write this. Thank you so much for your time and I want you to know that I'm a big fan of your work! It's absolutely amazing!!! Sending lots of love 😊🧡

7 Laps Around The Sun

A/N: I absolutely adored this request and loved writing it, thank you sm! This isn’t proof read so please don’t mind any mistakes or typos :))

Word Count: 964

Parings (Mom!Natasha x Daughter!Reader) (Nat x Mason) (referenced to Clint and blackhill)

Warnings: none :))

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The door to the trailer creaked louder than ever. Why was it always when someone is trying to be quiet things make the most noise. Natasha pulled the heavy door to a close with one hand, the other carrying a large plastic bag of supplies. The redhead heard small shuffles from your shared bedroom and paused her movements, you must have settled again immediately as Nat didn’t hear anything else throughout the cold trailer. Norway was always cold but especially in late autumn, the widow would have to find another safe house to take you too, it was relatively safe here but the winter was fast approaching and Natasha wasn’t going to let you, her daughter, go cold all season.

A while later you stirred again, rolling over to mamas side of the bed. The mattress was cold beneath the sheets, it told you that Natasha wasn’t there. “Mommy” you quietly called out, eyes still shut and your grip tight on the purple baby blanket. Oh how you missed Jimmy, your beloved stuff bear, there just wasn’t any time to grab him before you left. you peeled your eyes open to the dimly lit room “Mamma” you called louder. The doors angle increased and your favourite person appeared “hey there beautiful, did you have a good sleep?” Natasha asked. You hummed and opened your arms wide for a cuddle. Mommy came and scooped you up tightly “happy birthday baby” she said as she tickled your belly. Today you were 7 years old, you felt so grown up, but this birthday was defiantly going to be different. “Thank you mommy” you said as you slid down her slender frame “can I have the chocolate cereal today? As I’m 7 now!” You begged at your mamas hip bone. Natasha had promised that as you were away from home this year you could have a special cereal as a birthday treat, she never let you have anything chocolaty before midday! It was the best she could offer until she laid sleepless last night with a new idea.

“I told you not to knock!” Natasha said as she opened the trailer door “sorry” Mason whispered “I forgot” Natasha stepped out of the door, making sure each lock was secure “ok, just sit here and don’t go inside, y/n’s a heavy sleeper so she shouldn’t wake up” the fugitive explained “I’ll be as quick as I can, there’s a 24 hour store about 20 minutes away so I’ll be like an hour tops” “ok all clear, I’ll be here”

“Actually sweetheart, I have a little surprise for you” your mama said. You eyes and ears perched up “really? What is it mama!” You exclaimed “come with me baby” Natasha said as she took hold of your small hand, wrapping her fingers around your knuckles. Mommy lead you into the main section of the trailer and you let out a loud yelp when you saw the array of pink and purple balloons gently rolling around the room in the dull wind. You looked up at the walls to find a huge banner displaying a sparkly ‘happy birthday’. You were truly amazed, when had your mama had time to do all this? “What do you think y/n?” Nat said “I love it! Thank you so much mommy!” You beamed. “You are very welcome darling” Natasha said as she hoisted you up onto her hip “but guess what?” You perched up immediately “wha mama!” You asked “there’s one more surprise, over by the fridge” your mommy said as she carried you towards the old grayed out refrigerator.

“Cake cake cake!” You exclaimed upon seeing the bright pink sparkly birthday cake, topped with sprinkles and a wonky 7. “I know this birthday is a bit different, but my baby girl always has a birthday cake, no matter what” Nat would move heaven and earth for you. “Wait mama look!” You said as you little feet pattered on the floor after escaping Natasha’s grip “a stuffy bear!” Just left of the cake was a light brown bear, tag still connected to its ear. “So there is!” Mama said, pretending she had no idea where he had come from “someone special must’ve left him for you” she didn’t like to lie, but Natasha just wanted you to have a little magic in your life “maybe uncle Clint?” You questioned “maybe, what are you going to name him?” You hummed for a moment “Peter! Because Peter is my favourite and I miss him” you said, a hint of sadness in your tone, Nat frowned. “That’s a perfect name”

“Who’s that?” You said after hearing three consecutive knocks on the door, Masons secret code to let Natasha know there was no danger. “Well if we’re going to have a party then we need guests” Your mama said as she opened the door to the strange man you’d never seen before “hello there y/n” he said, a little box in his right hand “is that a present?” You said, giving him mommy’s signature smirk “yes it is” Mason said, standing awkwardly at the door frame, his hand way too close to your mom “hey!” You said, alerting the two adults “are you mommy’s boyfriend?” You innocently asked, the pair stood in a slight uncomfortable silence, soon breaking into laughter “no, he’s not y/n” Natasha said as she came to scoop you up once again “then why is he looking at you the same way Maria does? Does he kiss you too?” Natasha couldn’t help but giggle, slightly sad because she was missing her ‘almost’ girlfriend. “Yep, she’s defiantly your daughter” Mason said, Natasha shot him daggers “is it cake time yet?” You said with a huff and a pout “yes baby, it’s cake time”

#marvel #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel fic #nat x reader #avengers #natasha x little!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #clint barton #blackhill #maria hill

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jtargaryen18 · 2 years

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His Inheritance ~ Chapter 25

Part 25: Just Breathe

Series Masterlist

Words: 4.3k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mob crime families, activities, domestic violence, and infidelity. Firearm use, explicit sex, missing persons, and deception. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

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Sunday was overcast with rain streaking the windows. Today felt calmer. And calm was all you could ask for after the last two days.

Once again, Steve was gone when you woke up. You knew he had a lot on his mind just now. There was so much to deal with.

After you showered and dressed, you headed downstairs for the kitchen. You were expecting to find Yelena’s breakfast ready for you to carry up to her.

As it was, you heard the conversation before you walked into the kitchen. When you entered the room, you found Dyson and Yelena having breakfast at the table where poker games were held. The bruising on Yelena’s face looked worse today. Dyson’s arm was still in a sling, and he looked tired. But there they both sat eating and talking.

The conversation didn’t halt when they saw you coming, and that made you happy.

“I’m glad you got a good report,” Dyson told Yelena as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Good morning,” Luca said as he motioned for you to sit with them, busy at the stove.

“What did doc have to say to you?” Yelena asked.

“Nothing good,” Dyson grumbled. “My elbow is sprained and that will take a while to heal. But he’s also on my ass about my blood pressure. Wants me to take meds for it and alter my diet. Start exercising.”

“He’s just looking out for you,” Yelena replied when Luca placed your breakfast in front of you. A fluffy omelet with fresh spinach, some fruit, and a tall glass of orange juice. “What he suggests is not so bad.”

Dyson scoffed. “I get all the exercise I need trying to keep up with you girls. And now that Nat’s here…”

You couldn’t keep the smile off your face at that thought. “We’re also probably the reason your blood pressure is high.”

“Nah.” Dyson shook his head. “There’s a lot going on. The transition. It will pass. All this food? Yeah, that might kill me.”

Luca held up a middle finger but didn’t turn away from his cut work. “Best cooking in the world and you know it. You, my friend, need to learn moderation. You eat too damn much.”

Dyson shook his head but didn’t argue.

“What did the doctor say about you?” you asked Yelena.

Your friend shrugged. “He wants me to come in and get a scan tomorrow. Make sure there are no fractures. I told him I’m fine.”

That had you and Dyson staring her down.

“You should do that,” you told her. “Just to be safe.”

“Yeah, you should,” Dyson said meaningfully. “It’s quick. The hospital is only half an hour away.”

“With everything going on at the moment,” she replied, “I’ll pass. I’m fine.”

“If you’re worried about me, don’t. Clint and Scott will be here,” you assured her. “I’ll stay with Nat while you’re gone and make it easy. Okay?”

“I’ll go with you,” Dyson told her. “See? Matter is resolved.”

“Neal will be here too,” Luca added.

Dyson didn’t miss the face you pulled at that mention.

“You sure handled Bruce for me, Yelena.” You changed the subject.

Dyson grinned. “Yeah, she did. You did good, kid.”

You made a mental note of asking Yelena what happened there later. Banner was banished, but alive. How could you be sure he wouldn’t come back to create trouble for Nat? How could she rest and recover knowing he was still out there?

“Where’s Steve?” you asked as Scott rushed in through the kitchen door.

“Upstairs with Nat and Clint,” Dyson told you. “He’s sticking around today. Meeting with a couple of potential lawyers this afternoon.”

“How’s that going?” you had to ask. Now that Bruce was out of the picture, he’d need a replacement. When you were part of a crime syndicate, you couldn’t hire just any lawyer.

“He’s got a couple of good prospects,” Dyson explained. “There’s some Barber fellow who’s local. He’s got ties to a couple of the families. There also some guy named Murdock. I don’t know much about him.”

“He’s a good guy,” Luca joined in, moving to the side so Scott could pull something from one of the cabinets. “Blind but a damn good lawyer. I knew his father.”

When Scott turned, he held a vase of beautiful wildflowers in his hands.

“What you got there?” Dyson asked him, finishing up his toast.

“These are for you.” Scott placed them in front of Yelena who froze at the gesture. “Hope you’re feeling better.”

Slowly, Yelena nodded, not taking her gaze off those flowers. “Thank you.”

It was awkward then. The kitchen went silent.

Scott sighed. “I’ll bring the groceries in.”

***

The sweet sound of Nat’s laughter reached you as you knocked at her door. When the door opened, you were greeted by the subtle notes of your husband’s cologne. Peering up at him you smiled.

“Hi, Sweetheart.” He kissed your lips before moving back to allow you in.

With a collection of pillows behind her, Nat was in the center of her bed. She still looked small, but she was smiling, and you would count that as a win. Clint was gathering up the breakfast trays, moving them off to the side as you took a seat on the side of her bed.

“How are you feeling?”

“One day at a time, right?” she told you, smiling. “How are Dyson and Yelena?”

“Great,” you said. It wasn’t strictly the truth but that’s what either of them would want you to say. “Just enjoying a quiet day.”

“That’s for damn sure,” Clint told you, coming back for Nat’s tray that was next to you and moving it off the end of her bed.

There was a folded newspaper under it. Idly, your gaze roamed over the section of the front page in front of you.

“Huh, I forgot all about my paper,” Clint mused.

There was color photo of a young woman there beneath the headline, ‘Missing Woman.’ You’d never seen her before. But something about that photograph gave you a real sense of foreboding. You grabbed it, picking it up so you could read the article in one of Boston’s top newspapers.

“Oh, my God,” Nat’s trouble tone penetrated your thoughts. “I know her.”

Her green-eyed gaze met yours then returned to the picture on the paper in your hands.

“What’s happening?” Steve wandered back over to the two of you, his attention on the same paper.

“I went to school with her sister,” Nat told him, pointing to the picture. “She works at the donut shop on Brightville.”

Gently, your husband took the paper from your hands. The expression on his face was grave. Clint now stood on the other side of the bed, laser-focused on Steve as he hurriedly read the accompanying article.

Something told you that the donut shop in question was on Steve’s turf. Did the woman’s disappearance have anything to do with the war brewing between the families? Was it just another challenge to Steve’s leadership?

Was Barnes responsible?

“Ladies, if you’ll excuse us,” Steve told the two of you, returning the paper to you. He leaned down to brush a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll see you later,” he whispered in your ear.

Clint followed him out of the room.

“I’m sorry,” you told Nat. “I hope she turns up safe.”

Nat didn’t look so convinced. “Me too. She’s a sweet girl.”

Your eyes skimmed the article now. It didn’t take you long to realize something.

“She went missing the same night Hansen was here,” you said aloud. That sense of foreboding growing in your chest.

“That’s not the part that bothers me most,” Nat said quietly. “She looks just like you.”

You shivered, feeling cold.

Poor Nat had enough to deal with. You didn’t want to add to it. Dropping the paper into your lap, you returned your attention to her.

“I’m glad you and Steve are talking.”

“Me too,” she admitted. “He says I’m never going back to Bruce. It feels like… a wonderful dream. I’m just so afraid I’m going to wake up.”

“It’s real,” you said with feeling.

“Clint believes him. And there’s so much to deal with but Steve says there’s no hurry,” she explained.

“He’s right. You can stay here as long as you need to. This is your home.”

“He says he’ll help us. Once he has a new lawyer, he said I can start divorce proceedings. Once a year has passed, I can get a divorce on the grounds of spousal desertion.”

It was too bad Nat couldn’t just be a widow. There was some reason why the bastard’s life had been spared…

“You have a lot to do with this,” she told you. “I know marrying my brother wasn’t exactly what you wanted but I’m glad you did. He’s a better man for it.”

You didn’t know about that.

“One day,” she said slowly, “I hope you’ll be glad you married him. I hope you’ll be happy.”

Your heart squeezed at her words. You wanted to be happy. There were times since you’d become Steve’s wife that you were.

But it all came at the cost of your freedom and your mind still waged that war every day. It wasn’t just a case of an arranged marriage with the two of you working through the awkward beginning of a relationship like a rom-com. There was danger here, very real danger from a world of crime you’d been born into and couldn’t seem to escape.

“We’ll see,” you told her gently. “Don’t worry about that right now. You need to rest and get better.”

***

“What happened with Banner?” you asked the minute you thought everyone else was out of earshot.

Yelena worked at loading bullets into the clip in her hand.

“Your husband allowed him to live,” she said after a moment. “He didn’t want to.”

“What?”

“Banner has been your husband’s consiglieri for a few years now, yes?”

“That’s my understanding.”

“He knows a good deal about your husband’s business along with that of the other families,” she explained.

“He can’t talk if he’s dead,” you reasoned.

Cocking a brow at you, she smiled. “That’s true. But he had a will written…”

You shook your head. “So what? If something happens to him… Seriously? Who has it? Paulina and her sister? Because we could do something about that.”

Yelena chuckled. “It’s not that easy. It’s with a member of his family. His brother is a US senator with eyes on the White House.”

“Does the senator know what his brother does for a living?” you wanted to know.

“I’m certain he does. But if that in any way posed a threat to the brother as a politician…”

You understood. It could have severe consequences. Damn.

It wasn’t fair. Banner just got to skip to another city and start over?

“Is he taking Paulina and Katerina with him?”

Yelena shook her head, laughing.

“Are you sure you feel up to this?”

Yelena picked up the handgun from the table she’d carried out. You watched as she slapped the clip into place.

“This is the third time you’ve asked me this,” Yelena pointed out, smiling. “I even agreed to go for the scan tomorrow because you wanted me to. I’ll be fine.”

Yelena handed the bigger handgun to you handle first. You carefully took it from her, just like she taught you. Careful to keep your finger off the trigger. It was strange how comfortable you’d become in handling guns over the last few weeks.

“Now, this is a bit stronger than you’re used to,” Yelena explained. “This is a 9mm. It’s heavier than your .22 and it has a stronger kick.”

It was heavy in your hand, the metal cold.

“Do you think I’m ready for something stronger?” you asked.

Yelena grinned. “You shot Hansen with Dyson’s .38, I would think so.”

“That was the first time I shot anything.” You held it up, aiming at the target. “How far away is it?”

“Twenty-five feet,” Yelena explained.

“It felt so strange,” you told her, remembering when you pointed the gun at Lloyd Hansen. “It felt even stranger when I pulled the trigger, you know?”

“That’s good,” Steve said. Neither of you had noticed him walking out into the area behind the house where Yelena had set up a makeshift practice site. “You should always remember when there’s a gun in your hand, you are wielding something that can take a life.”

Still holding the gun carefully, you turned to face your husband. “I thought you were going to be meeting with lawyers all evening.”

Steve smiled. “Not all evening.”

You let him take the gun away from you, assuming it was the end of your lesson. And it was a shame because Yelena went to great lengths to set this up, including extra men watching the area around you. It was your first time at target practice.

Steve checked the clip, the chamber before handing it back to you.

To Yelena, he said, “Move that up to about fifteen feet.”

Yelena nodded but as she took the first step, Scott came rushing past all three of you, reaching the target first. When Yelena paused, he grinned at her.

“If you want to show me where to move it,” he told her, “I’d be glad to.”

Yelena rolled her eyes but estimated where it should be moved, ten feet closer. Scott was eager to move it for her, getting it done quickly. He then came back to your group.

Steve moved behind you. “Show me your stance,” he said quietly.

You did as Yelena taught you, putting in the earplugs hanging around your neck. You distributed your weight to keep your balance, held the gun in both hands without tea-cupping it. Your arms weren’t straight, and you leaned forward in preparation.

“Good.” Steve was close behind you. “Now, take a shot.”

“Did you move the target for a reason?” you asked without moving.

“I did,” he said. “It’s how my father taught me.”

It wasn’t the answer you expected. It was so much better.

You pulled the trigger, the recoil stronger than your .22 but not as much as Dyson’s gun. You hit the outermost ring on the paper target Yelena taped up on the stand she’d put together. Your second shot hit a couple inches closer to the middle. The third missed the target entirely.

“Hold up,” Steve told you, placing a careful hand on your shoulder. “Pay attention to your breathing.”

“My breathing?”

Steve’s body moved close behind yours, his chest pressed to your back. He took the gun from your hands, aiming it with just his right. His lips were at your ear.

“Take a deep breath,” he whispered, making you shiver.

You did as he asked, breathing in with him.

“Now, exhale,” he instructed.

You exhaled with him. In the same beat, Steve pulled the trigger. The shot hit just outside the innermost ring.

“Take a deep breath,” he said again. You did. “And exhale.”

Again, just after you started the exhale, he took a shot. The second one was dead center.

Steve handled the gun so comfortably, with such ease. Would you ever be able to do that?

Handing it back to you, Steve stayed close behind you.

“Your turn,” he whispered. “Take a deep breath.” You did. “And exhale.”

As you exhaled, you squeezed the trigger. The shot hit just outside the innermost ring, pushing your excitement higher.

“Again,” Steve ordered.

Keeping your eyes on the target, you took a deep breath. You pulled the trigger on the exhale. This time your shot hit inside the innermost circle.

“Give me one more,” he whispered.

You’d heard that before. But when he said it to you in private, he meant something different entirely.

You took a deep breath. On the exhale you took another shot. It wasn’t dead center, but it was close.

“You’re getting it,” Steve sounded encouraging.

A quick glance at Yelena showed her smiling as she watched, standing next to Scott. She looked proud.

“Finish the clip,” Steve instructed. “Then you’re going to reload.”

***

At the end of dinner, Steve had a phone call to take, and he dashed off to his study.

You headed up to your bedroom, your arms, and shoulders sore from your target practice. You were still trying to get your mind around the fact that your husband didn’t put an end to your learning to fire a gun. No, he actually helped you. Was it because you shot Hansen? Or was he just humoring you?

You’d danced earlier too. Stretching your back, you decided a soak in the whirlpool tub was required.

Filling up the tub, you headed back into the bedroom, sitting on the end of the bed to pull off your shoes. Standing, you peeled off your jeans and left them there in the floor. You peeled off your sweater, wincing at the pull in your muscles from the movements.

Reaching behind you, you unhooked your bra just as you reached the tub. Dropping it to the floor, you turned to the small closet in the bathroom. Some Epsom salts would be just the thing for your bath. You added some to the water, started the jets, and sighed happily.

You’d just hooked your thumbs in your panties on each side when his deep voice cut the quiet of the bathroom.

“Slowly.”

You shivered, feeling some of that ache and fatigue fading as you smiled at him over your shoulder. You took them off slowly, alright. You teased him with the movements, bending over as you did until the garment pooled around your ankles.

You danced out of them, putting on a show for him as you climbed into the tub.

When Steve peeled off his deep red sweater, just as you did moments ago, you were pretty sure you didn’t look that good doing it. Toeing off his shoes, he approached the tub. You got an eyeful of all those muscles, the intricate web of tattoos stretched over them.

His gaze roamed over you too. The bubbling water did little to hide any of you and your breasts were just above the water.

When his hands went for the front of his jeans, you held up a hand. “What do you think you’re doing?” you asked playfully. “This is my bath.”

There was mischief in those blue eyes and his smile was wicked. He paused, but then he pulled open those jeans, pushing them down along with the black boxers beneath. His cock bobbed with his movements, red and ready.

“Are you ever going to take no for an answer?” you shot at him as he climbed into the tub with you, sitting next to you in the water.

Steve didn’t miss your meaning.

“Maybe I earned that,” he told you. “Maybe if I did a better job of teaching you, seducing you, your answer would be yes.”

“I was surprised that you came out to help me with target practice,” you admitted.

“I could have shut it down,” he said. “But that wouldn’t have stopped you, I know… So who can’t take no for an answer?”

You were about to argue that point when he grabbed you by your hips. Steve lifted you, placing you on his lap in the water. Bracing his feet, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back to rest against him, your back to his chest.

It felt wonderful.

Okay, you’d play along.

Steve’s lips chained kisses over your neck and shoulders, the soft whisper of his beard only made it more enticing. His hands slid all over you, teasing your breasts until your nipples tightened, sliding down your belly to explore between your thighs.

“You already taught me today,” you managed, loving the attention he was lavishing on you.

His lips came up to your ear. “How about something else?” he whispered.

“Something new?” you whispered.

“Not entirely,” he said, nudging his heated length up against your ass. “You seemed to like riding me.”

Oh, you had.

“Want to try it another way?”

Steve sat with you in one corner of the enormous tub. Taking each of your hands, he guided you to grab the edge of the tub on either side. He shifted under you, positioning himself. When his hands returned to your hips, he carefully guided you down, filling you with his cock.

It took your breath away and you grip tightened on the edges of the tub as you slid all the way down and he stretched you. His groan behind you was an indecent sound. Holding you there, he gave you time to adjust there in the warm, bubbling water.

When you started moving on him, his hands stayed on you. You did love being able to move at your own pace, to shift until you worked him against all the spaces inside you that drove you wild. You moved slowly at first, up and down, his hands keeping you steady but not taking over yet.

“Breathe.” His voice was low. He nipped at your shoulder with his teeth.

He felt so good, your walls clenching around him as you rode him. The delicate ache at your clit had you shifting so you could move one of your hands to do something about that. But no sooner had you lifted that hand, Steve slapped your ass hard.

“Didn’t say you could let go,” he said roughly.

“But Steve…” You put your hand back.

“What do you need?” He slapped your ass again when you paused. “Keep moving.”

You did, feeling pressure building within you. You were getting closer, but you needed more…

“What does my princess need?” Steve purred as you kept sliding up and down on him, harder now. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

“Need to come,” you pleaded, working yourself on him faster. Holding on with your hands gripping the tub behind you.

“What else?” Steve sounded a little winded himself now. “Tell me…”

You sped up, trying to reach release without that added stimulation. But his hands on your hips slowed you down and he was stronger than you.

The whining sound you made sounded pitiful to your own ears. “I’m close… please…”

“What do you need?” he demanded.

“To come.”

“I’ll stop,” he warned you.

Tears stung the backs of your eyes. Your pussy was clamped around him. Your legs were shaking, and you were pushing off from your toes. Every inch of you was tight, on edge.

“Touch me.” You were desperate. “Please.”

One of his hands slid around to cup you as he allowed you to move freely again, his fingers zeroing in on that delicate target. Oh God, he knew what he was doing too. Using just the right amount of pressure, he worked that button as you moved frantically, fighting to get off.

When you finally went over that edge, you cried out. Truly porno-worthy sounds. Release shook you, tore you apart. But when those spasms faded, you were slumped back against your husband, his arms around you and his breath as ragged as yours.

His cock was still iron-hard inside you, jerking as if to bring that to your attention.

“Come here,” he whispered, pulling himself free of you and urging you to turn and face him. When your knees were situated on either side of him, he impaled you again. This time, his arms were around you, holding you.

Your inner walls were still quivering around him, and you still fought to breathe but it felt… heavenly. You moved together, the water bubbling and sloshing with your motions. Steve stole kisses from your lips, teasing your nipples with his tongue.

“You look so gorgeous when you come for me,” he panted against your skin. “So beautiful.”

Your fingers gripped in his hair, and you rode him as much as he was pressing up into you. It was an erotic dance but one you couldn’t hold long. You were already back on the edge, your body tightening and bracing for the storm.

Your husband was close too. You knew when his hands again grabbed your hips, urging you to move faster on him, using his strength to help you. Watching those heavily muscled arms work while his lips teased your breasts pushed you over, had you wailing as the next wave overtook you.

Steve’s guttural cries blended with yours as you shook together, holding each other in the water. When the earth stopped moving, you held onto him, your head on his shoulder. Your hearts beat together.

Steve’s fingers traced trails over you skin, making you shiver.

“You’re a good shot,” he said finally. “You take it seriously.”

Lifting your head finally, you glanced into his eyes. “Does this mean I can continue learning to use a gun?”

His gaze on you was speculative but finally he nodded. “I don’t like that you couldn’t tell me. I found out about it when you shot Hansen… I don’t want our relationship to be like that. I want you to feel safe in telling me anything.”

You swallowed hard.

Should you tell him about your “manicure appointment?” The fact that Neal told Steve the woman looked familiar put the fear of God in you. Would he understand why you agreed to have Yelena bring a nurse here to give you a contraceptive shot?

Or would he be furious? Would he fire Yelena?

Taking a deep breath, you decided against saying anything. Instead, you nodded, kissing him softly. When that kiss ended, Steve looked content. Happy.

It was a decision you’d end up regretting.

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Kate Bishop x Barton!Reader

This is what won my most recent poll!

Summary: Kate fell for Clint's bow wielding daughter.

Warnings/Tags:

Rating: PG-13

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Kate watched as you collected all of your arrows. She felt like it might be a tad bit creepy to watch you.

But it was just a coincidence, right? She just happened to have memorized when you used the gym and training facilities.

"Hey Bishop."

Kate froze when she heard your voice. She glanced up from her bow, which she was cleaning, and looked at you.

Your hair was up in a ponytail, and you were wearing a leggings and sports bra set. She thought you were gorgeous, even all sweaty.

"I'm, hi yeah, I'm Kate," she stumbled over her words as a blush spread across her cheeks. She sounded like an idiot.

"Cool bow," you said and she blushed even deeper. You were just giving her a fairly minor compliment, but she was star struck.

"Um, thanks. I even got your dad to sign it," she said. You laughed and she couldn't tell if she said something wrong or right.

"He talks about you a lot more then he would admit," you said before running off to the showers.

Kate watched you leave and she couldn't believe it. You had talked to her, Yn Barton had talked to her.

She picked up her bow before walking to the elevator. She hoped she would run into you again soon, you were both staying in rooms on the same floor.

The elevator dinged and Kate got out before walking to her door. She opens the familiar door before walking inside and shutting it behind her.

She sets her bow on it's stand and looks around. Her room was still a little empty. She had only moved in to the avengers tower a few months ago. Her training had been to time consuming for her to really do much decorating.

There were only a few photos framed on her wall. A team photo, and a few of her with clint. And her personal favorite, a selfie of the two of you.

She attempted to gather the courage to ask you out many times. How did she even know if you were bisexual or lesbian? What if you were straight? She needed to find out.

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"So, has Yn gotten a boyfriend yet?" Kate asked Clint. He was practicing with a new type of bow. Yet, he still made every shot bullseye.

"No, she actually doesn't care for guys if you know what I mean. But she's still single," Clint replied before smiling.

"Why are you asking?" Clint asked Kate.who's face turned a shade of maroon.

"I, um just," she gestured around before running out of the archery center. She was caught.

She was headed straight to your room. She wasn't going to ask you out, but she could talk to you. Maybe you would fall in love with her.

She didn't even get time to knock, you opened the door. She begins blushing again and doesn't know what to do.

"I heard your footsteps," you explain and step aside so she can come inside of your room.

She smiles before coming inside.

"Do you wanna get lunch?" You ask and Kate blushes, "Like as a date?" You add and Kate doesn't know what to say.

"My dad texted," you say with a light blush. Your father had texted and told you to make a move already. The tension between the two of you was killing him.

"Of course!" She said, just a little bit to excited, "Shit sorry. I mean sure," she said and laughed a little.

"Let's go," you say and grab your phone before leading Kate out of the room.

Kate couldn't help the pep in her step as she walked with you. She was excited.

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Another Agent Barton? - Clint Barton

Clint x reader daughter

Avengers x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 910

Summary: Being Clint’s daughter, and having been trained by him and Natasha. The Avengers need help from another smaller agent.

Authors Note: A shorter reader for reasons of needing her help. First time I believe I’m writing for a shorter reader. Fun Fact Scarlett Johansen is 5’3 and I’m the same height.

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“Yeah, but who can do that.” Tony asked out loud. They had a urgent mission but there were parts that none of them could do.

“None of us can. Not even Nat.” Steve let out a sigh. Tony was right, as annoying as that was.

Nat looked to Clint with knowing eyes. “We could call her in.”

Clint let out a frustrated sigh. “Nat”

Everyone was getting confused now as they watched the two spys. “She’s been dying to help and she just got backfrom her mission over seas.” Natasha added, knowing she was right that girl always talked to her. Told her everything.

“You advocate for my daughter more than you do for anyone else.” Clint glared at the redhead but there was no malice in it.

Nat shrugged. “I like her more than anyone else.”

“Who are you both talking about?” Bruce asked the question that was on everyones mind.

“Clint’s oldest daughter.” Natasha stated looking towards the others.

“y/n.” Clint told them her name. It’s not that he didn’t want Y/n on the team. Hell she was already an agent, it’s just he would be so focused on making sure she’s okay. That could endanger the others or at the very least himself. And he didn’t want her to get hurt. Or at least have to see it happen.

“You have another kid? You Bartons are very busy.” Tony said under his breath. They do have a lot of kids.

“She’s an agent?” Wanda asked with her head tilted.

“Yes, trained by me and Nat ourselves.” Clint nodded explaining a bit more about her to his friends that he considered family.

“Could she help?” Steve asked crossing his arms.

“Your call, you know how I’d vote.” Natasha stated as Clint looked to her for her input.

Clint nodded letting out a sigh. He just didn’t want her to get hurt, him being there and he couldn’t do nothing about it. But Nat was right. They needed her. “Fine. I’ll call her.”

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“Where is she? We’re about to leave.” Tony questioned as they stood in the quinjet, waiting for this young Barton Agent to get there.

“She’ll be here.” Natasha stated glaring at Tony. She’s very protective also of Y/n.

“Paticnce, Tony.” Steve said trying to defuse the conversation before anything could happen or be said.

“There she is.” Natasha nodded towards where a girl probably in her early 20’s was coming from a black SHIELD SUV dropped her off.

“Thats Bartons daughter?” Bruce asked with squinted eyes. She was older than mot of them expected, most of his kids were a good portion younger.

“Her names Y/n or as she’s called in the field hummingbird.” Nat stated, they really couldn’t call her by her name? That was ridiculous. Y/n is more than just Clint’s kid. She’s her own person.

“Why hummingbird?” Wanda asked curiously, while everyone else just thought ‘another Barton with a bird code name’.

“She hums to distract her targets and she can move fast so they look one way but she comes around from the other.” Natasha explained kindly to Wanda as she was the only one in Nat’s eyes not being rude about her niece.

“The bird family.” Tony snarked which earned him a glare from not only Nat.

“Well, she did inherit Clint’s sense of sight.” Bucky spoke up which caused all eye’s to turn to him. Which made him uncomfortable, Bucky shrugged his shoulders before continuing. “What? It’s in her file. And I’ve ran into her before. Back when I was the Winter Solider.”

“Everyone.” Clint said as him and Y/n walked up the ramp of the quinjet. Clint had been waiting axniously for her to arrive. “This is Y/n. My daughter. Y/n everyone.”

“Hey everyone.” Y/n said smiling giving a small wave to all the Avengers. Then her focus turned to the two people infront of her she already knew. “And hi, Nat. Bucky.”

“You know Bucky?” Clint turned his attention to his daughter so fast it scared her abit.

Y/n shifted on her feet biting her lip not knowing what to say to her father about this. ‘Hey dad Fury sent me on a mission when I was only 17 and I ran into the Winter Solider’. No, that wouldn’t work. “Uhhhh, top secret mission.”

“Y/n-” Clint went to start interagetting her but Y/n cut himoff.

“Ask Fury. Okay?” she raised her hands in surrender.

Before Clint could question her anymore Tony spoke up wanting to get the mission started as soon as possible. “Alright. Let’s see what you can do. Let’s go.”

“Got a suit?” Steve sked with kind eyes.

“Yup.” Y/n gave him a nod.

“Then Suit up.” Steve nodded backwith a smile.

“This is gonna be fun.” Y/n sat next to Nat with a huge smile on her face. She was excited to finally get to work with her dad and Aunt Natasha. They trained her after all.

“Just don’t do anything to scare your dad. Got it? Or me.” Natasha smiled she to was excited but she was also nervous for the same reasons as Clint.

“I got it. Besides I want to be able to help you guys again.” Y/n nodded trying to get her to not worry as much. There was no way Y/n was gonna be reckless. She wanted to work with them all again someday.

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