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The Monster I am
Summary: After an argument Wanda realizes she may be the monster everyone says she is.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
Warnings: Arguing and mentions of blood
Word count: 1112
a/n: Surprise! Not dead! The fanfiction writer curse is just very real. Anyways here’s some hurt comfort for y’all. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)
As Y/n and Wanda rode the Quinjet with the rest of the team coming back from a mission the negative energy between the two was obvious. Trying to somewhat make amends Wanda began inching her hand towards Y/n’s since she was still sitting next to her. But as soon as her hand grazed Y/n’s Y/n quickly moved her hand away not in the mood for any type of contact.
Landing at the compound Y/n was the first one to grab her duffle bag and quickly make her way back to the bedrooms with Wanda following her. It doesn’t take long before Wanda is knocking on the door pleading with Y/n her.
“Y/n, sweetheart please open the door. I just want to talk.” With no response, Wanda could feel a lump grow in her throat. She manages to slip out a joke, “Uh, you know this is my room too right?” Y/n finally opens the door but Wanda is met with a serious expression. “How are we supposed to talk Wanda? You have been getting yourself needlessly hurt to do what? Protect me?”
Wanda could feel her eyes start to brim with tears but she moved closer to Y/n anyways. “Yes Y/n! That’s all I’ve been trying to do! I love you!” Y/n presses her hands against her face in frustration, “Well then maybe you need to stop Wanda. It seems like you’re forgetting I signed up for this job too. And when you’re too focused on me you’re putting our teammates in danger!”
Wanda inches closer to Y/n again, “I can’t lose anyone else!” Wanda’s voice softens, “I’ve lost my mother, father, and brother. If I lose one more person I love I don’t know what will happen to me.” Y/n bites the inside of her cheek trying to figure out the right thing to say.
“I know that Wanda, and I understand that. But that’s also not an excuse to endanger the lives of people I care about.” Wanda lifts up a hand to caress Y/n’s cheek, but at the speed she did it Y/n flinches back. The one simple motion stopped any tears Wanda had in her and replaced them with a special mixture of hurt and anger.
“Did- did you think I was going to hit you?” Y/n stammers holding back tears of her own, “I- I don’t know.” Wanda clenches her fists trying to hold in any type of intense feelings.
“Answer. The. Question.”
“Wanda…” Y/n looks down at something but Wanda can’t be concerned with it. She screams at the top of her lungs, “Just tell me!” She hears a loud thunk. Opening her eyes Wanda first sees blood on the dresser that Y/n was standing in front of. Looking down Y/n is lying on the floor blood begins to stain the grey carpet.
Lastly looking down at her own hands Wanda notices remnant wisps of red energy circling her hands. She did this. Immediately kneeling over Y/n she pressed her hand against the wound on Y/n’s head trying to stop the bleeding. Tears started to pour from her eyes.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” her voice began to crack. “I’m sorry, please. Please don’t go. Don’t leave me. Not yet.” Someone not too far away was calling Wanda but she couldn’t bear to turn around. She just looked down at her blood-stained hands. Whoever is calling her is getting closer, maybe the world is right. Maybe she is something that needs to be contained.
The person calling her was right behind her now. “Wanda. Wanda?” As she turned around to see who it was she switched spots with Y/n. Except she wasn’t bleeding or on the floor. She was in bed, with Y/n sitting up staring at her concerned. She can feel Y/n resting a hand on her cheek wiping away a few tears.
“What was it this time?” Compared to the dream Y/n’s tone was softer, warmer, and more comforting. Trying to ground Wanda a little more Y/n began to move her hand from Wanda’s cheek grazing her arm before slipping her hand under Wanda’s shirt drawing shapes into her back with her fingertips.
Wanda sits up slightly running a hand through her hair. “We were arguing about me being overprotective of you.” Y/n looks down at Wanda’s hands as she begins playing with Y/n’s free hand avoiding any form of eye contact.
“Is that it? You were crying a lot this time. You don’t have to tell me anything of course. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Wanda bites the inside of her cheek worried what Y/n may think.
“When we were arguing you flinched probably thinking I was going to hit you. And I lashed out because of that. I lost control of my powers and hurt you.” Wanda’s eyes begin to well up with tears again as she lets go of Y/n’s hand examining her own in slight fear. “I think I killed you.”
“Hey, look at me.” Y/n tilts Wanda’s head up meeting her eyes before gently grabbing her hands and kissing them a few times. “It was just a nightmare. Nothing else. I know you would never hurt me. You are amazing in so many ways I can’t explain.”
“You don’t think I’m overprotective?” Y/n cracks a smile, “No. I think you’re protective of me the same way you are with anyone else on our team. Maybe just a little bit more than them if we’re in a really dangerous situation. But I don’t think you’re overprotective. And even if you were I would understand why. You’ve lost a lot of people you care about. I’d never argue with you over something you feel.”
Wanda lets out a deep breath finally starting to relax. Giving her a quick forehead kiss Y/n smiles, “So, did you want to watch a few episodes of a show or something?” Wanda raises an eyebrow at her. “Isn’t it late?” Y/n shrugs, “A little but I figured you might not want to go back to sleep yet.”
Wanda cracks a small grin looking at Y/n, “Well I don’t.” Y/n quickly gets out of bed brushing herself off, “Good. You start thinking of a show then while we raid the kitchen pantry.” As Wanda gets out of bed Y/n grabs onto her hand once more and she lets out a small, “I love you.” Y/n replies back in a soft whisper, “I love you too.”
#angst with a happy ending#wanda marvel#wanda maximov#wanda maximoff#wanda x reader#wanda maximoff fanfiction#wanda maxmoff x y/n#wanda mcu#wanda x you#wanda maximommy#marvel imagine#marvel fancic#hurt/comfort#wanda maximoff x female reader#wanda maximoff needs a hug
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‘Cause You Had a Bad day...
Notes: This little piece was inspired by the dumpster fire of a day I had a week ago. It’s self-indulgent as f u c k, as most of my fics are. Enjoy :)
Description: You’re having a terrible day. Your friends at the Avengers tower help you out a little bit.
Characters: reader, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, a rude receptionist named Lisa, unnamed security guard, Peter Parker is mentioned
Warnings: swearing, fractured limbs, squabbling between friends, x-rays
Disclaimers: Civil war probably didn't happen because everyone likes each other and gets along. Kind of.
Word count: 2.4k
Rain pounds on the cement, thunder rolls in the distance and it’s as if a dark cloud is looming over New York. You keep your head down with your hood up. The one day you forgot your umbrella is the one day that it rains like a motherfucker. Your entire body shivers and shakes, and the gusts of wind is only making it worse. You desperately wanted to call for help or a ride, but your phone has been dead all day because you forgot to charge last night. And to top off the shit sundae, you got locked out of your apartment and your parents are gone for the weekend. So you have to walk all the way to the tower from school with no phone, no wallet and no umbrella.
Nothing is going your way at all. You just want to get to the tower, take a nice hot shower, and crawl in a hole and die.
It’s only when the tower is in sight that you can relax and perk up a little and the pep comes back to your step. But without any warning, you fall forward. A figure runs past you at full speed with a purse in his hand. The contents of your bag spills out in front of you. You put out your hands and try to catch yourself, only to land hard on your wrist.
A cry falls from your lips as pain shoots up your arm. Tears immediately come to your eyes, not only from pain, but from your own righteous indignation.
“Fuck,” You cry weakly, pushing yourself up with your good hand. You had superhealing like Peter, but it’s not instantaneous and you’re definitely feeling this one.
You manage to gather your stuff with one hand and shove it back in your bag unceremoniously. You stumble to your feet, cradling your wrist to your chest. Walking the rest of the length to the tower, you desperately trying not to cry.
Someone was kind enough to hold the door for you when you finished walking the steps. After a quiet ‘thank you’, you stepped into the larger lobby.
“Excuse me, miss. I need some ID.” The snotty voice of the receptionist rang throughout the wide area.
“I’m here almost everyday, Lisa. Can you let it go one time?” You snap, pausing before the elevator.
“No, unfortunately not. It’s S.I. policy that we ID every visitor that enters the lobby.” Her voice bursts with fake sympathy.
“That is bullshit and you know it,” You voice hardens.
“I’m sorry ma’am. Please let me see your ID.”
You take a deep breath, trying not to go off on the bitchy receptionist. “Lisa, there are a ton of other people in here and neither you nor your co-workers have ID’d one of them. Now if you’ll excuse me,” You huff and walk towards the elevator, ready to press the button when someone puts a hand on your shoulder. You look behind you to see a security guard dressed in all black with a hard expression dressing his face.
“Can I help you?” You snap.
“I need you to come with me.” His voice is rough and low. His shoulders are squared, with arm gripping you, the other is placed on the weapon at his side.
“No.” More anger bubbles in your chest and your hands begin to shake. Your abilities begin to make themselves known through the surge of power you feel in your veins. Heat comes to your hands and your skin begins to warm up considerably. He grabs you by your upper arm, keeping a tight grip on it as he begins to drag you back to the entrance.
“What the fuck, let me go!”
Anxiety replaces your frustration. Knowing that using your abilities for anything other than pure self defense would definitely land you a weekend in jail and a ban from most career choices, you’re desperate to keep your powers at bay. You struggle in his grip, his hands squeezing your upper arm likely to the point of bruising. He had you at the entrance when the elevator opens. You don’t see it, but Tony, Bruce, Steve and Sam walked out into the lobby.
“What the hell is going on here?” Tony’s voice reverberates throughout the lobby with vigor. The bustling lobby goes silent; everything seems to stop. Your head snaps back to see Tony and Steve march up to the security guard. Steve pushes him off of you, and Tony begins to interrogate him.
“Why were your hands on my kid?”
“I-w was-”
“I don’t want to hear it. Get out of here and don’t come back.”
The security guard’s face changes form hard to confused and back to hard as he exits the building with slightly slumped shoulders.
“Mr. Stark, sir,” Lisa rushes out from behind her desk and in front of Tony. He glares down at her. “He was doing what I told him to, you don’t need to terminate him.”
“Why was my kid being dragged out against her will? And why is she holding her wrist like that?”
“She didn’t give me an ID. It’s industry policy that we ID each visitor-”
“She’s been coming here almost everyday for over a year. She is not a visitor.”
“All I did was-”
“Save it. Go home and don’t come in tomorrow.”
“But, Mr. Stark-”
Tony doesn’t listen. Instead, he turns to where Bruce is gently holding your wrist in his hands, examining the sprain. You skin has cooled down, but you’re still shaking and breathing hard. Steve and Sam stand near you. Sam’s arms are crossed over his chest, his eyes ablaze with anger. Steve had draped his coat over your shaking body, warming you up without the help of your abilities. The anger had left your body when Tony and the others began handling the situation. It was replaced with defeat and exhaustion.
“Jesus kid, you’re soaked. Did you walk all the way here or something?” Tony’s voice went from brutal to concerned in a heartbeat. He ushers everyone to the elevator to avoid the prying eyes of those in the lobby.
“Yeah,” You say softly, wincing when Bruce pressed two fingers to your wrist.
“Why didn’t you call one of us?” Steve asks.
“My phone died.”
“Where’s your umbrella, honey?”
“In my apartment.”
“Why didn’t you get it before coming here?”
“I got locked out.”
“What happened to your wrist?”
“Someone ran into me and I fell on it.”
“You couldn’t catch a break today, could you?”
You shake your head, sniffling.
“You need to get changed before you catch a cold,” Steve says.
“That’s not how it works,” Tony chimes, glancing at Steve. “The common cold is a virus, the weather has almost nothing to do with it.”
“Really? She’s in pain and soaking wet and you’re chastising me for not wanting her to get sick?”
“I just thought you should know how viruses work. Your information is a little outdated. What’s it been? Seventy-three years?”
“You know what, Stark? You can-”
“Stop fighting.” Bruce says, a hint of a growl coming through his normal voice. The two men stop squabbling for a moment to turn their attention back to you.
“Super-healing not working yet?”
“I think so, it just really hurts,” Your voice cracks as you hold back tears. You aren’t one to cry over most things, but the stress coupled with your feelings of defeat and indignation and finally getting a break become too much for you.
“Oh kid, you don’t need to cry.” Tony speaks, voice turning slight with discomfort at the sight of a couple tears trailing your cheeks. “Seriously, you don’t.”
“Sorry,” You choke out, trying to wipe your eyes with your good hand.
“Don’t apologize, Y/N. A release of emotion is healthy. Stark’s a robot, so he doesn’t understand that.” Steve says, wrapping an arm around you, and letting you rest your head on his shoulder. He throws a pointed look at Tony. “Cry if you need to.”
You nod as the elevator begins to rise. Steve keeps an arm wrapped around you, and you keep your head on his shoulder. You’re crying, but not outright sobbing and occasionally wiping your eyes. The sharp pain in your wrist has dulled to a simple throb, and your hair is slowly drying. The elevator is silent until Bruce speaks up.
“I’ll take a closer look with the live x-ray in the med bay. Right now it looks like a simple fracture that your body should be able to handle within the next couple hours,”
You only nod, eyes fixed on the elevator door. It opens to the med bay. It’s clean, medical instruments on carts and scales in other places. It takes up an entire floor for post-mission operations and other check ups. There are a few doctors on call for emergencies, however you and the other Avengers were most comfortable with Bruce or occasionally Dr. Strange checking in on you if you can help it.
“Come over here,” Bruce says, leading you to a large table with a few slots built into it and a monitor on top of it. “I need you to take off the jacket and roll up your sleeve.”
You follow the instructions, and take off your bag and set it on the floor. Then you take off Steve’s jacket, hand it back to him, take of your soaking wet hoodie which Steve also takes and roll up the sleeve to your equally soaked shirt.
“Put your arm through here,” Bruce says, gesturing to the slot in the table. It’s glass on both sides and emits a brilliant blue light. You sit in a chair near the table and out your injured arm through the slot. He gently grabs your hand and guides it to the right position. You fold your legs criss-cross-applesauce on the chair.
It takes a while for the image of your wrist on the monitor. Bruce studies it for a couple moments and you stare blankly at the image of your bones. There’s a small break on the radius of your forearm near your hand.
“It’s a green-stick fracture, it uh looks like your healing factor has already begun to take care of it. Does it hurt?” You nod. “Alright, I can give you some of the painkillers that we give Peter when he’s hurt.” Bruce turns off the x-ray and lets you take your arm out before he gets up and rummages through a random cart.
You look up when someone places their hand on your shoulder. Steve smiles down at you. “We’re ordering food, what do you want?”
You shrug, staring back at the now blank monitor. “Something warm,”
“Alright, Shawarma it is.” Tony declares.
“We are not eating Shawarma again. Let's get something more palatable,”
“Shawarma is palatable.”
“Not three nights in a row,”
“JARVIS, place the usual order the Chinese place downtown.” Sam says, rolling his eyes at their squabbling.
“Done,” JARVIS’s automated voice rang out.
Bruce comes back over holding a small white pill in a small cup, a glass of water and what looks like a brace. You took it from him, easily swallowing the pill and water down.
“Put this on with it. It’ll keep your arm in the right position,”
“Thanks,” You say,slipping the brace on, tightening it and resting your injured arm on the table.
“They’ll begin to take effect in a few minutes. You should be able to shower and get dressed after that.”
You nod, looking back down at your lap. Soon enough, your wrist stopped hurting. You get up without a word and take yourself to the floor you and Peter stay on when you’re staying overnight. Peter is running errands with May, so he won’t be in until later.
You get to your room and push open the door. Tossing your bag and the brace on your bed, you plug in your phone and go to the bathroom. You turn on the shower to mildly scalding and peel of the wet clothes.
You take a nice long shower, taking your time in warming up, and crying a little more. The hot water washed away the rest of your tears, your frustration and the anxiety that you’ve been lugging around all day.
“Miss Y/N, the food has arrived. I recommend you get out soon before it is all gone.” JARVIS speaks. You sigh, turning off the water. You dry yourself off quickly enough and put on a soft crewneck sweater and a pair of large sweats and slip the brace back on.
You put on a pair of slippers and make your way to the communal floor to see Steve making himself a plate. He smiles when he sees you.
“Feeling any better, sweetie?”
“Kinda,” You shrug. “I’m really tired,”
“It’s been a long day, doll. Get some food, Sam’s putting on a movie,”
You nod, grabbing a plate from the stack near the food. You fill it up with what you want and go to sit in the living room. Tony lounges on the largest chair in the living room, Sam sits with his legs up on the love seat, and Bruce is curled up on the smaller of the chairs in the living room.
“Welcome back, kid.” Tony breathes out, stretching out lazily. He changed too, now donning a band shirt and some joggers.
“Hey,” you greet him, sitting on the sofa that’s next to the love seat.
“We’re watching Easy A once Steve gets his ass in here!” Sam begins with an even tone before throwing his head over his shoulder and yelling the last part.
“I’m coming, be patient.” He grumbles, taking a seat next to you and placing his food on the coffee table.
“Took you long enough, Capsicle. Start the movie, J.”
“Yes, sir.”
The lights in the living room dim, the surround sound starts and the movie begins to play. You sink in the couch, the comfortable plush calming you even more. With the help of the drugs and the brace, your wrist feels as good as knew. Gratitude warms you chest as you catch Tony’s eye. You smile at him.
‘Thank you’ you mouth. He only nods with an equally warm smile gracing his lips before turning back to the movie playing on the screen.
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Does anyone want a Spider-Man fic or a Tom Holland fic bc I really want to write one but I don’t have any ideas ( My requests are always open)
P.s. I may or may not be in love with Tom Holland pls don’t tell Sehun about it
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Being Loki's Daughter - Two years later... (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/us8LkfGkAU A sequel to Loki's Daughter. Thanos has been defeated and life is starting to find a steady routine. But only for a few short years. Old foes from the past come and threaten to destroy everything. At the same time Raven struggles to deal with having a caring father after years of being a victim of abuse.
#adventure#avengers#avengersfanfiction#family#familyandfriends#familyconflict#familyhistory#familyproblems#familysecrets#fancic#loki#lokisdaughter#marvel#thorsniece#fanfiction#books#wattpad#amreading
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Rumors
Summary: A Russian. A cold-blooded killer. An assassin. Or at least that’s what they say about the new recruit in SHIELD. And the worst part is, Y/n will have to work with her without knowing if these rumors are true.
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader + platonic!Maria Hill x fem!reader
Warnings: None that I know of but if I should add anything let me know.
Word count: 3526
a/n: Y/n/l is for your last name since y'all voted for that one the most. Also this was supposed to a be a quick one shot but I kind of got carried away. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)
Y/n lugs her duffle bag over her shoulder before jumping off the helicopter and feeling the adrenaline from her mission finally subside. Already going on autopilot to her bunk, she’s suddenly stopped. Y/n rubs her eyes, “Maria? What do you want? I’m trying to go to my bunk right now.” Maria holds out a file to Y/n, “Fury wants to talk mission prep with you.”
Taking the file reluctantly Y/n gives her a tight-lipped smile, “Thanks Maria.” As Y/n walked off towards Fury’s office she could hear the other woman holler, “And for the last time L/n, It's Hill. Agent Hill.” Y/n laughs out loud, “And last I checked Hill we’ve been friends way before SHIELD.”
Maria slowly follows Y/n with a grin, “Then as your friend, I should tell you that apparently you’re working with the new rookie everyone’s been talking about.” Y/n immediately stops mid-step, turning to face her friend. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me,” Y/n groans. “I already don’t like working in teams, but a rookie who’s an emotionless assassin is crossing the line.”
Maria lets out a soft laugh at Y/n’s dramatics. “Just go talk to Fury, Y/n.” Y/n gives her a sarcastic shocked look, “Whoa whoa whoa now. I thought we were on a last-name basis, Agent Hill.”
“Stop stalling and just go Y/n/l.”
Y/n lets out a deep sigh, “Fine”
//
Finally making it to Fury's office Y/n knocks on the open door. “ Agent Y/n/l, good of you to finally join us.” Us? Y/n thinks to herself. Peering her head through the doorway she sees a woman with fiery red hair turn her head to look at her. “Agent Y/n/l stop standing around and sit your ass down.”
Sitting down, Fury clears his throat, “Before we talk about mission work we’ll talk about the elephant in the room. Agent Y/n/l, this is Agent Romanoff, you’ll be working with her on this mission. Now Y/n/l I’m sure you’ve heard plenty about Miss Romanoff, and I honestly don’t care. You two need to work that out yourselves.”
“But I don’t-” Fury cuts Y/n off. “Y/n/l, you’re doing this mission. You gotta learn to work with people.” Out of the corner of Y/n’s eye, she could see the redhead tense up slightly, grip tightening around the arms of her chair.
“Moving on, if you review your mission files you’ll see that your mission is taking place in an underground Hydra laboratory in the White River National Forest. Your goal is to take samples of a new super soldier serum Hydra is attempting to make. Then destroy the lab.”
“And what do we do with the rest of the samples and the laboratory?” This was the first time Y/n heard Romanoff’s voice, she’d heard rumors that Romanoff is Russian but the American accent caught her off guard. “You both will be given explosives with a personal detonator. The faster you get out of there the better. Are we clear on everything?”
Y/n closes her mission file getting up from her seat, “Crystal, sir.”
//
Hearing a quick knock, Y/n opens the door to her room with a yawn, “What do you want, I have a mission tomorrow can’t-” squinting her eyes she realizes it’s Maria. “I was going to ask how the meeting went, as your friend. But I feel like this is a bad time.”
With a huff and another yawn, Y/n pulls Maria into her room before flopping onto her bed. “She’s weird, Maria.” Maria sits next to her on the bed with an amused smile, “And how exactly is she weird?” Y/n throws up her arms dramatically, “She was just so quiet! It was off-putting.”
“That’s not really fair Y/n.” She sits up, “How is that not fair Maria?” Y/n could see a huge grin grow on Maria’s face and already knew what she was going to say. “Rember boot camp? Before SHIELD?” With a dramatic whine, Y/n quickly flopped back down on her back, “I knew it! I knew you were gonna bring this up.”
“It’s a valid thing to bring up, Y/n!” Maria tries to shake her arm to get her attention which results in a quick scowl. “Don’t look at me like that, you know I’m right. You didn’t talk a lot or have a lot of friends then. Now you have me and I can’t get you to shut up.”
“Ha ha Maria. But how is that supposed to help me?” Maria lets out a stressed sigh. “Do I really need to spell it out for you?” Y/n shrugs, “Yeah, please. I’m tired, and I have to wake up early tomorrow.”
“Just try not to treat her like everyone else does. Be nice to her.” Rubbing her face into her pillow, she closes her eyes and lets out a soft, “Okay.”
//
The loud rumble of the helicopter was muted by the headsets Y/n, Romanoff, and the pilot wore. Looking down at the view through her window Y/n could see small flakes start to quickly pile up on the trees below her. “Hey, are you sure it’s safe to fly in these conditions? It’s starting to snow pretty hard.”
The pilot presses on her own headset, “Shouldn’t become a problem as long as there’s no delays, Y/n/l.” With a quick sigh, Y/n presses on her comms headset again, “Copy that Agent May.” It takes another irritatingly quiet silence to land a safe distance from the Hydra base.
After everyone takes off their headsets one by one, Agent May pulls out a tablet with an overview of the base. Turning to face the two she gestures to the defenses of the base. “About half a mile from here is the south entrance, which is closest to the ramp leading to the lab you need to go to. The lab is the most heavily guarded part of the base, so be prepared for that.”
The two quickly nod, slinging the supplies in their duffle bags over their shoulders and trudging through the snow as the helicopter started to lift up into the sky again. Making their way to the entrance, two soldiers guarding the front immediately started firing at the two agents.
Reaching for her sidearm, Y/n manages to shoot one in the shoulder while matching Romanoff’s sprinting pace. On the other hand, Romanoff manages to hit the other guard with a blast from one of her wrist tasers, then sliding on one leg sweeping the guard off his feet. Examining one of the guards' bodies, Y/n pulls off their ID card.
Moving slower and quieter, the two make their way to the ramp leading to the lab– the entrance only being a large cement wall and a steel door with, as predicted, an ID scanner beside it. Y/n begins sliding the ID card but pauses, looking over to Romanoff. “Do you have anything besides those taser things?”
Romanoff pulls out her own sidearm and holsters it, "I’ll be fine Agent Y/n/l.” Sliding the card the rest of the way, the two agents are met with seven guards on the other side of the door. Three on each wall of the narrow hallway and one last extra burly soldier in front of the last door that leads to the laboratory.
One of the soldiers smirks, inching closer to the two and slowly raising his rifle. “Now who let you pretty ladies wander down here?” Immediately Romanoff taps something on her wrist, sending the man into a greater electric shock than the last. Romanoff looks down at him, “We let ourselves in.”
“We?” Y/n asks with a smile, following her lead shooting at the guards.
“That’s what I said,” Romanoff replies plainly as she picks up the rifle the soldier dropped, shooting at the other guards.
Now the only one left is the burly guard who started charging for Y/n. Trying to shoot at him, Y/n’s gun only makes a clicking noise. “I’m ou-'' Before Y/n can even finish her sentence Romanoff taps her wrist again, shooting the man which causes him to immediately fall to his knees and land flat on his face.
Finally taking a moment to breathe, Y/n feels a sharp pain in her shoulder, touching the most painful part and feeling blood. Romanoff looks at her with somewhat of a false calm look, “You okay to keep going?” Y/n nods painfully, “Yeah, yeah. The padding took most of the hit. Just a flesh wound.”
Giving Y/n a hesitant look for a moment she moves forward toward the lab, Y/n following suit. Opening the lab door the two are met with a mess of a lab and an obviously panicking scientist. She immediately breaks a glass beaker, lunging at Romanoff. “Y/n grab the vials!” is the last thing Y/n hears before Romanoff starts wrestling the other woman on the ground.
Searching the tables of the lab, there’s no visible sign of the Hydra super soldier serum. “Agent Romanoff, there’s nothing here.” Romanoff manages to straddle the scientist, slowly inching the broken beaker towards her. “Well then keep looking!”
“I will not have my work seized by some spy scum!” The scientist manages to flip Romanoff over, inching the broken glass closer to her chest. “Romanoff! Catch!” Y/n slides a large sharp piece of glass towards the other woman before getting back to looking for the serum.
With the new shard of glass, Romanoff manages to toss the other woman to the side, stabbing her. But in the process of doing so getting stabbed herself.
“Romanoff! I found some vials! We need to plant the bombs and go-” her voice goes quiet as she notices the wound- “right now. Shit.” Romanoff pulls the glass out of her side, putting pressure on her wound. She grits, “Plant the bombs first, worry about me after, Y/n/l.”
For a second she hesitates wanting to help her, but ultimately she listens to Romanoff’s instincts. Shoving the samples in her pocket, Y/n takes off her duffle bag and begins unloading the explosives. Four explosives, one for each corner of the lab– ensuring that everything is destroyed.
Lugging her bag over her shoulder, Y/n pulls Romanoff off the ground before swinging the agent’s arm over her uninjured shoulder. Hobbling out of the lab, Romanoff groans in pain, “Y’know you don’t need to do this. I can walk fine on my own.”
Y/n manages to let out a pained laugh, “Save your energy and stop complaining, Romanoff.”
Managing to get out of the laboratory is one thing, waiting for extraction will be another thing. Sliding against the cement wall, both Y/n and Romanoff sit down. Looking out in the distance Y/n noticed the snow, there was so much more of it compared to when they first landed.
Pulling out her phone, she called her last resort, Fury.
“Come on, pick up, pick up.”
“Miss Y/n/l, I was just about to call you.”
“Don’t Miss Y/n/l me Fury, where’s extraction?”
“As I was saying Agent Y/n/l, I was about to message you stating that because of an incoming blizzard, it isn’t safe to bring extraction to you. But there’s a SHIELD-owned cabin that Hydra doesn’t know about 2 miles West of your drop-off point. I suggest you start heading there.”
Not having the composure to reply to anything Fury said Y/n just hangs up on him. “Romanoff. Come on, we gotta start walking. Fury said there’s a place we can stay for a bit.” Y/n was met with no reply. Slapping the redhead’s cheek lightly a few times wakes her up. “Good, I can’t have you falling asleep on me Romanoff. Let’s go!”
“The bombs Y/n/l,” Romanoff nearly whispers. “What?” Y/n asks more focused on making it to the cabin. “The bombs,” Romanoff says louder one more time. “Shit, you’re right.” Y/n immediately comes to a stop, nearly causing Romanoff to trip. But with the bomb being set off they needed to move fast.
//
“In SHIELD training there’s similar exercises to walking long distances with partners. What they don’t account for is the snow, injuries, and trees! So many damn trees. I don’t know why I’m rambling, you've probably gone through SHIELD academy.”
Romanoff hisses in pain, “I haven’t, and you can stop complaining about the trees-we’re here.” The outside of the cabin looks practically abandoned, with the paint peeling and wood rotting. When touching the rusted handle though, an automated voice appeared. “Access granted. Welcome Y/n Y/n/l.”
Unlike the outside of the cabin, the inside looked nice. It wasn’t luxurious looking but it worked. And most importantly, there was a fireplace. Easing Romanoff onto a nearby chair gave Y/n a moment to look through the drawers of the cabin. “Matches! Finally.”
Flicking a lit match into the pre-placed pile of wood in the fireplace, Y/n starts rummaging through her duffle bag, grabbing a first aid kit and kneeling in front of the other woman. “Okay, Romanoff this is gonna sound super weird but I’m gonna need you to unzip your jumpsuit.”
“I- It’s too cold.” Y/n stands up, wrapping one of Romanoff’s arms over her shoulder once more. “We are going to sit on the floor in front of the fireplace then, because I can’t have you dying on me here.”
Y/n eased Romanoff on the floor, quickly sitting in front of her looking for the right supplies. “Your shoulder.”
“What about my shoulder Romanoff?”
“You’re bleeding through your jacket Y/n/l.” Y/n shrug,s finally pulling out the right supplies from the first aid kit. “I told you already. I’m fine.” Y/n flashes a quick smile, “Now you need to unzip that jumpsuit so you can stop bleeding. Please.”
With a painful groan, she unzips the jumpsuit, revealing a black sports bra and a nasty wound not so far below it before tying the upper part of her jumpsuit to her waist. “Okay, you shouldn’t need that many stitches. Can you lean back a bit?”
Leaning back, Romanoff could already feel the sharp sting of alcohol. She was in pain, but trying to hide it. “You wanna talk?” Y/n asked, managing to keep her focus on cleaning the wound. “What do you mean talk?” Y/n shrugs, not breaking her focus, “Anything,” she glances up at the redhead. “It usually helps me forget about what’s happening.”
Romanoff lets out a dry chuckle, “I don’t think I’m in a talking mood.”
“What if I ask questions and you just answer them? It’s less effort,” Y/n grins. “And it’s the least you could do for me after I dragged you for two miles in a snowy forest.”
“I told you I could walk fine on my own.”
“Yet you didn’t bother to stop me once on the way here.” Romanoff lets out a deep annoyed sigh, “Fine. Only five questions though.” Y/n glances up at her one more time with a subtle smile, “Deal. First question, what’s your name? In situations like these, I usually like to be on a first-name basis.”
“It’s Natasha, Romanoff.” Y/n pauses immediately, before tossing a cotton ball to the side with a playful smile plastered across her face. “Can I call you Nat then?” Natasha cracks a genuine half smile with Y/n’s being too infectious. “We’ll see, but that does count as one of your questions.”
“All right, all right, fine.” Y/n continues cleaning the wound. “So, third question, your accent, is it real?”
“No, but I’m sure it’ll become real over time.” Starting the first stitch Natasha winces, but Y/n just keeps talking. “So if you fake your accent, is that why you don’t talk a lot? So you don’t slip up.”
“I’m not afraid of slipping up. I think it makes things less complicated. Less questions are asked, usually.” Y/n slips out a loud sarcastic laugh finishing the second stitch. “Wow! I think you just made a joke!” Natasha smiles to herself, “I think I did. But you’re on to your last question.”
“Okay, why did you join SHIELD?” Y/n can see Natasha bite the inside of her cheek, regretting the question. “You don’t have to answer or anything I can-” Natasha stops her, “No, no it’s fine. Um, long story short I was part of the red room. Then I met a guy who gave me an opportunity to clear some red from my ledger and take down the red room. So I took it.”
“Have you thought of reclaiming the title Black Widow then? Maybe clear the red of the title itself, make it something good?” Natasha gives Y/n a mock shocked look, “I thought you agreed to just five questions?” Y/n shrugs with a smug grin, “I mean I finished up when you were talking about clearing your ledger. I figured I might be able to sneak one more in.”
“How about this, you take that jacket off and let me look at your shoulder that’s ‘just fine,’ then I might answer it.” Y/n collects all the bloody materials used to clean up Natasha’s wound, throwing them away. “And I told you it was just a flesh wound, Nat. I’m okay.”
“And flesh wounds still should be disinfected Y/n, sit down.” With a loud reluctant sigh, Y/n sits in front of her, unzipping her jacket and exposing the bloody shoulder with a small hole made by the bullet. After leaning back a little, Natasha Immediately starts cleaning the surrounding area of the bullet wound.
“What about you?” Natasha asks as she continues cleaning the wound. “What about me?” Instead of avoiding eye contact this time, Y/n keeps her eyes on Natasha. “Why did you join SHIELD?” Y/n smiles, “No, nope. You didn’t answer my question first.”
“Fine, I’ve thought of it. Now what about-” Natasha quickly pulls out the bullet in Y/n with tweezers, “you.” Y/n yelps in pain pressing a hand against her shoulder for a moment before letting Natasha get back to work. “Okay, next time give me a warning.” Natasha grins to herself, “You should hope there isn’t a next time.”
“You knew what I meant. Anyways, when it comes to your question I joined SHIELD because my best friend did. Before SHIELD her and I, Maria, we served as Marines together. But Fury realized could do more, be more if we joined SHIELD. And she saved me enough times back then for me to trust her.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Considering you are finishing patching up the shoulder I got shot in, I'd say yes. Not with my life though, yet.”
“Do you plan to trust me with your life?”
“I don’t see why not. Having just one person to trust like that is limiting.”
“Trusting me like that is dangerous though.”
“Sometimes you need to live life a little dangerously.”
//
“That was a good debrief Romanoff, although I think you could have left out the part about me complaining about the trees.” Natasha grins, “Maybe don’t complain about trees the next time we’re in a forest then Y/n/l.”
As Natasha starts to walk off to her bunk Y/n stops her, “Nat, wait.” Natasha has a faint smile visible on her lip. “Did you need something Y/n?”
“Not really, I was just wondering if you wanted to maybe train together sometime. You could even teach me that leg sweep move you did.” Natasha crosses her arms looking Y/n up and down for a second. “Yeah, we could do that. Just prepare to fall a lot.”
“Am I interrupting something?” Both women jump a little, Y/n specifically turning around to see who it is. “Oh! Maria! Ehm um, I mean Agent Hill. Did you need something?” Natasha starts backing away, “I think I’ll leave you two to whatever is going on.”
“Okay, I’ll talk more about that move tonight?” Natasha smiles, “Yeah. That works.” As Natasha walks out of earshot Maria immediately starts giggling. "I told you to be nice to her Y/n/l, but not that nice." Y/n looks at Maria with a slight blush coming onto her face. "Wait, what do you mean by that?"
Maria shrugs with a suggestive smile on her face, "Y'know what forget that, how'd the mission go." Y/n smiles bashfully, "Uh it was good, it went really well actually."
"You like her don't you?"
"W-what no. It's not like that." Maria smiles knowingly, "Oh it totally is like that." Y/n slaps Maria’s arm in embarrassment, "Shut up."
"For what it's worth," Maria glances over Y/n's shoulder, "it looks like she likes you too."
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Free Time
Summary: Being a new member of the Avengers has gone over smoothly so far. Besides the ex-assassin, Natasha Romanoff hates Y/n for some reason though. Although with a little free time maybe Y/n will figure out why.
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Warnings: None that I know of, but if I should add anything let me know!
Word count: 1948
a/n: Kind grumpy x Sunshine vibes with a little forced proximity trope. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)
“Y/n L/n, Director Fury requests your immediate attendance in the debriefing center.” The robotic voice was something Y/n still hadn’t grown accustomed to even after being an Avenger for a few months now. “Tell Fury I’ll be right there.” Y/n begrudgingly got up from the couch she was lounging on in her room. Making her way to debrief center passing through the kitchen she’s stopped by Clint who has a large bowl of cereal in front of him, “And where exactly are you going?” The archer asked in such a tone that would make you think he knew the answer.
“Just the debrief center, why are you so curious?” Clint laughs out loud dropping his spoon into the bowl quickly. As Y/n shoots him a questioning look though he settles down with a big smile still on his face, “It’s nothing” he waves his hand trying to shoo away Y/n “It’s nothing at all trust me.” Side-eyeing Clint Y/n continues to make her way toward the debriefing room.
Making her way through the glass doors that’s when she finally notices her, Natasha Romanoff. As Natahsa looks in Y/n’s direction she immediately rolls her eye, “No, I’m not doing this. I’m not working with her.” Fury places two files on the long wooden table motioning for Y/n to sit next to Natasha, “You don’t have a choice Miss Romanoff, you and Miss L/n will be working together on this mission.”
Natasha lets out an annoyed sigh, the rest of the debriefing going normally. Although it was hard for Y/n to focus with the radiating annoyed energy coming from Natasha. The basics were simple to remember though. Natasha and her were going to inspect an abandoned hydra base on a secluded island and inspect for any weapons. Extraction would come once either Y/n or Natasha made the call.
//
As the Quinjet landed quickly on the sandy beach of the island, Natasha grabbed her duffle bag seemingly in a rush to get out of the jet that she, Y/n, and a SHIELD pilot had been stuck in for hours. Not long after Y/n followed, the Quinjet quickly shot back up to the sky. The old hydra base was set at the top of a short mountain, the build of the base and the woods surrounding it making it impossible to land anywhere close to it.
“So, you have an idea of how we’re supposed to get inside the base?” Natasha huffed, “If you read the file you would know there should be a keypad panel with the code- 8254181.” Y/n put up her hand defensively as if Natasha could see behind her as they trudge through the forest on the way to the base.
“You have any plans after this?” Y/n tried to fill the insufferable silence. Natasha just pushed back a branch that (maybe) accidentally hit Y/n in the face, “We don’t have to talk to each other you know that right?” The comment kind of stung but Y/n tried to keep quiet. Besides some exasperated pants and the occasional sigh, the walk through the forest and the hike up the mountain were practically silent.
Natasha placed down her bag, punching the code into the keypad with Y/n behind her, nothing happened- but within the blink of an eye, a quick sonic blast hit the two. Ears still ringing, Y/n managed to get up and check on Natasha who was knocked out from being closer to the blast.
“Hey, hey. Natasha, come on. I’m gonna need you to wake up. Please.” Y/n was lightly tapping Natasha’s left cheek. After about two minutes Natasha finally woke up giving Y/n a dazed look causing Y/n to take a quick gasp of relief. With all the adrenaline rushing through her Y/n hadn’t realized until after Natasha woke up that she had been straddling her this whole time. After Natasha murmured something incoherent, Y/n awkwardly jumped off her moving to her side.
“Uh,” she clears her throat, “Y-you okay?” Natasha scoffs moving herself to sit up by her elbows wincing in between shuffles, “Yeah, yeah. I’m great.” She fully stands up finally, Y/n following suit. Taking out her phone carefully Natasha clicks the on button once, then spams it a bunch of times, “Shit, shit, shit” she hurls the phone off the mountain “Shit.”
“What the hell was that for?!” Y/n’s tone came out more angry than panicked which caused Natasha to press her hands against her face in frustration, “It was an EMP. The blast was an EMP. And by the looks of it, there’s nothing in there but dust and spiders.” Y/n started pacing, “How the hell are we gonna get out of here.” Instead of hearing an answer, she saw Natasha grab her duffle bag and start walking down the path down the mountain.
“Where the hell are you going?!” Natasha shrugged throwing up her hands, “If we’re going to be playing the waiting game I’m not doing it up here.” Despite Natasha’s attitude, Y/n followed her down the path leading to the beach, the two settling in the soft warm sand. Of course, a good moment can never last, and Y/n loudly rummaging through her bag ruined it. It took a few seconds but Y/n fished out a granola bar ripping off the plastic wrapping but pausing after.
She holds out the bar to the redhead, a faint smile on her face, “You want some? You should eat after that hike.” Natasha hesitates for a moment eyeing the granola bar as Y/n waves it lightly, “Fine.” She pinches the bar breaking it into two halves so they could eat separately. Taking small bites off the granola bar Y/n looked closer at the woman next to her, or that is until Natasha herself broke the quiet noises of the ocean.
“How long do you think we’ll be here?” Y/n laughed quietly to herself, “I thought we didn’t have to talk.” Y/n’s sarcastic comment was quickly followed by a sharp glare from Natasha making Y/n laugh a little harder, “Alright alright. In all seriousness it could be a few hours, a day, a week maybe even more but no matter how long they take” she stands up unzipping her jacket and loosening her pants “I am going to enjoy myself.”
Finally taking off her jacket and pants, leaving herself in her underwear and tank top. Natasha watched as Y/n splashed into the water sinking her whole body under the moving current. She shot back up from the water with a big grin across her face looking at Natasha, “You should come join me, Romanoff. It’s cold but nice. And there’s no way your thick suit can be comfortable.”
Natasha ignored the comment focusing her attention in a separate direction. Some part of her wanted to keep looking at Y/n, keep watching, maybe even join her. But it didn’t feel right at the same time.
Before they both knew it the sun was setting making the ocean shimmer with mixes of yellows and oranges. Y/n got out of the water admiring the sunset with Natasha. She leaned closer to Natasha, “If the sun’s setting it’ll get dark soon. We should start a fire.”
“We?” Natasha asked finally putting her focus back on Y/n.
“Do you want to gather sticks alone?” Y/n said with a quick and short laugh.
“Yes,” Natasha replied quickly getting up and walking toward the woods. Despite wanting to follow Y/n knew now was a time to leave her alone, just for a few minutes at most, while watching the sunset.
//
Once Natasha finally came back with the bundle of wood carried like a hammock in the jacket she finally took off, the stars were shimmering and Y/n was lying on her back staring up at them. “I got the wood.” Natasha interrupted staring down at Y/n who was looking up at the sky as if it were her first time. “Thank you.” She finally sat up with Natasha settling down in front of her placing down the wood gently as Y/n started stacking the short pieces, before carefully lighting it with a match.
The crackling warm light of the fire combined with the cold loud crashes of the ocean offered a type of security, and comfort you could never get in the city. “Why do you hate me so much?” Y/n’s question made everything feel like it went silent for Natasha, “I- I don’t hate you Y/n.” Even though to some Natasha’s answer would be considered enough Y/n rolled her eyes at it.
“Then why is that the first time I’ve heard you say my name? Or more importantly, why do you always seem angry around? ‘No I’m not working with her’ you said that. It- it just feels like-” Natasha interrupted her, “I don’t hate you Y/n I’m jealous.” She said it so quick it was hard to understand.
“What?” Natasha slowed her speech, quieter, “I don’t hate you Y/n, I’m jealous, of you.” Despite Natasha speaking slower Y/n still seemed confused, “What do I have for you to be jealous over?” Natasha groaned looking up for a moment as if trying to find the right answer in the sky but inevitably putting her focus back on Y/n.
“You transitioned into the Avengers and SHIELD so easily. You already get along so well with so many people. And I’m jealous of that. I wish people could look at me the way they look at you.” Y/n put a gentle hand on top of Natasha’s, “Don’t ever say that.” It was Natasha’s turn to be confused, “Why not?” Y/n rubbed soft circles into her hand, “Because, you’re too amazing to be jealous. You should see the way the people who are important in your life look at you. So many people think you’re more than amazing, you just need to look carefully for it.”
“And who would think of me like that?” Natasha knew the answer but she wanted to hear it. Y/n intertwined her hand with Natasha’s, “Me. And others. But at least on this island, me.” Natasha gently tightened her grip on Y/n’s hand moving her focus to the fire, “Can I ask you a question? Since you asked me one.” Y/n raised an eyebrow smiling again, “Yeah, yeah. Totally.”
“Back on the mountain, after the blast. You were on top of me and looked worried. Why?” Y/n laughed loudly this time, “Did you get a concussion up there? I don’t want you to die.” She cut off her laugh when she caught a glance at Natasha who’s eyes had begun to tear up. Placing a gentle hand on her face Y/n whipped away a stray tear that had started to fall, “And because I care about you Natasha.”
“How can you care about me with how I treat you?” Y/n shrugged, “Because, I think everyone deserves to be loved and cared about.” Natasha wiped her head over to Y/n, “You love me?”
“Yeah, but not romantically” Y/n smiled suggestively, “I could do that over time if you wanted.” That made Natasha smile, “Maybe.”
It took five days for SHIELD to get back to them, each day the two of them getting closer. Very close. Having them get closer was part of Fury’s plan, but this close? That was not planned, and definitely not expected.
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Take Out, Maybe?
Summary: Not everyone can cook, and not everyone is meant to.
Pairing: Kate Bishop x fem!reader
Warnings: Minor mentions of blood
Word count: 1293
a/n: This is loosely inspired by that one Tom Holland interview where he mentions Zendaya tried to cook for him when he got back from a shoot. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)
More often than not Kate will stay over at Y/n’s apartment, but with her apartment finally being fully remodeled after it caught fire it gave Y/n an opportunity to stay over there more. With Kate staying over at her place most of the time Y/n had gotten used to making dinner for the both of them. So when Kate came home from a mission Y/n started looking through what to cook with as she usually would.
Y/n hollers looking through the fridge, “Kate what do you want for dinner?!” Kate quickly jogs downstairs meeting Y/n at the fridge taking something out of the freezer. She shrugs, “I’m fine with anything.” Y/n huffs still staring inside the fridge, “There’s not much to cook with when’s the last time you went grocery shopping?”
Kate shrugs again giving a sheepish grin, “I don’t know. Why don’t we just order something tonight?” Sighing Y/n closes the fridge door leaning against it and looks at Kate. “I don’t really feel like take out though.” Kate looks at the makeshift ice pack she had pressed against her side holding it up to Y/n with a grin.
“We could heat up these pizza rolls then.” A small grin tickles up on Y/n’s lips, “What do you even cook here there’s practically nothing in the fridge.” Kate scratches the back of her head stammering, “I don’t really know how to cook, to be honest.”
Y/n’s grin fades as she looks more confused. “You do know how to cook though, you’ve made dinner before I come home from missions a few times.” Kate laughs awkwardly, “Uh, yeah. About that. Those times I cooked were just the food I ordered. I’d just put it in the pots and pans then put the containers and bags in the dumpster.”
Giggling Y/n similes wide, “Kate, my love. You are twenty-two. How do you not know how to cook for yourself? Have you just been living off frozen foods?” Kate groans in embarrassment. Walking over to one of the shelves in the kitchen though Kate grabs a box of mac and cheese.
“I can make this! I’m great at making this.” Kate shakes the box in Y/n’s face in a playful victory but Y/n just takes it from her placing it on the nearby countertop. “Congrats Ms. Bishop you can boil water.” Kate rolls her eyes at Y/n’s sarcasm, “Ms. Bishop is my Mom’s thing.”
Y/n shakes her head, “Whatever. Put a jacket on though.” Grabbing her own jacket Y/n stands near the door while Kate just looks confused crossing her arms. “And why exactly am I gonna put my jacket on?” Going up to Kate Y/n takes her by one of her arms pulling her closer to the door.
“We’re gonna go grocery shopping so we can make dinner together.” Kate just groans again making Y/n toss a jacket at her. “Stop being a brat and let's go Kate. There’s a mini grocery store in walking distance from here.” Reluctantly Kate puts on her jacket following Y/n out the door after putting Lucky on a leash to come with them.
//
Making it to the grocery store Kate watches and Y/n carefully selects different vegetables putting them in a plastic bag. Grabbing a separate bag she then watches Y/n put different fruits in the bag.
“What recipe did you choose exactly that requires blueberries?” Y/n shakes her head giving Kate a ‘are you stupid look’. “Kate. You barely have anything in your fridge. We’re grocery shopping in general. And you’re paying by the way.”
Kate’s eyes go wide in shock, “Alright fine. But I’m gonna go get a frozen pizza then for later.” Hearing the word pizza Lucky immediately barks in agreement making Y/n stare daggers at the dog and her pizza-loving girlfriend. Kate awkwardly fake coughs then shrugs, “Or I could just not do that, that’s cool too.”
Looking through the meat section for the main course for that night's dinner Lucky steals a steak on the lower shelf nearly pulling Kate away with him. Managing to stay in the same spot Y/n takes the steak from Lucky adding it to the other meats with the groceries.
“Y’know you spoil him too much Y/n?” Kate smiles as they make their way to the cash register. Y/n simply rolls her eyes at the woman, “Like you, we never spoiled.”
//
Finally making it back to the apartment Y/n lays out all the vegetables and meat that will be used in the dinner for the night while Kate finishes stocking up the fridge. As Kate finishes up stocking the fridge Y/n sets down a thick paper towel with some carrots and a sharp, and obviously unused kitchen knife right next to it.
“Okay, Kate, your first lesson in learning how to cook is one of the simpler ones. Learning how to chop vegetables.” Y/n holds onto Kate’s hands in the right positions from behind showing her how to chop properly. Kate smiles to herself, “This would probably be more romantic if you were taller than me.”
Y/n scoffs immediately letting go of Kate's hands. “You have like one inch on me Bishop.” Kate rolls her eyes laughing as Y/n starts searing the meat. Everything goes smoothly for the moment. Kate cuts the vegetables as Y/n takes care of everything on the stove.
Or that is up until the point Y/n hears a quiet “Dammit” from Kate’s direction. “What’s up, Kate?” Y/n asks not shifting her gaze away from the stove. “I accidentally cut myself a little." She hears Kate a lot more clearly this time turning around she turns Kate slightly to see the damage.
Looking at her hand, saying I cut myself a little would be an understatement. The cut started at the top knuckle of her thumb going down to the bottom of her hand. “Kate! Oh my god, you’re gonna need stitches.”
Grabbing a stray dish towel Y/n presses it against the cut putting Kate’s other hand on top of it to keep the pressure as she left to grab cash from her wallet for a taxi. “Baby it’s not that bad.” Kate tries to laugh through the pain of the cut.
Y/n looks at her worried but also confused, “Kate, do you know how to do stitches on yourself?” Kate stutters bleeding through the rag, “Uh, no. But-” Y/n throws her hands up in the air pulling Kate to the door. “Well I don’t know how to do stitches in general so let's go.”
As Lucky starts to follow Y/n in a panic tells him to stay rather aggressively. Kate gives the dog a quick pout before whispering to the dog, “I’m sorry Lucky! Your Mommy’s crazy.”
Making it out of the apartment building Y/n hails down a taxi making sure Kate gets in safely first before her. “Can you take us to the nearest emergency room please sir?” The man gives a quick nod noticing the bloody rag on Kate's hand.
It took about ten minutes to get to an emergency room, but once the women at the check-in desk say Kate was bleeding through the dishtowel she immediately got the two of you to see someone. After the doctor finished cleaning the cut she started stitching it up.
Kate manages to look over at Y/n with a huge grin, “Hey, Baby?” Y/n looks at her with a tired smile, “What’s up?”
“You still not in the mood for something else? Take out, maybe?”
“Yeah, takeout actually sounds good right now.”
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Date Me?
Summary: Not so close coworkers to friends. But with a caring bond like that, it's kind of hard to love someone just as a friend.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
Warnings: None that I know of, but if I should add anything let me know!
Word count: 1104
a/n: Reader and Wanda are the same age post Age of Ultron I just couldn’t find a good source for her age around that time. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)
There was a gunshot for comedic sake on the show Wanda was watching, and suddenly she was back there. The day that about seven gunshots took him away from her, her brother. The first week without him was a blur, and all it took was the sound of a gunshot to bring her back into that blur. Her breath quickened with tears starting to stream as she slowly moved her knees to her chest in a sitting fetal position.
The room continued to feel smaller by the second, but then she felt a hand rest on her shoulder. She was worried it was Steve entering to give her another one of his generic pep talks– but a relief washed over her when she realized it wasn’t him. The words didn’t come clearly to Wanda
till she brushed a hand against Wanda’s jaw motioning for her to look at her.
“Hey, hey, you’re having a panic attack. I’m gonna ask you a few questions alright?” Wanda nodded her throat still feeling tight. “Good, okay, what’s your name?” She stuttered, her breath shaky, “Wanda. Wanda Maximoff.” Y/n rubbed her back gently, “Good, good. You’re doing great. Okay, now, what are two favorite colors?”
“Red and orange.” As she answered Wanda noticed that her tears were still falling but they became slower, and so had her breathing. “That’s cool, you’re doing amazing. One more question that’s all okay? What’s a show you like?”
“Bewitched.” Her breathing had finally regulated, and when it came to the crying all that was left was a few tears she quickly wiped away with her long sleeve. “Better?” Y/n asks with a soft smile. Wanda nods, “Yeah actually thanks.” Y/n lets her eyes wander around Wanda’s room but puts her focus back on her, “Do you want to be left alone now.”
Wanda twists around the hem of her sleeve in her hand, “No, not really.” Y/n sets her hand that was on Wanda’s back down onto the bed they had both been sitting on watching the TV that was still playing, "Okay, that's fine."
"Can you remind me what your name is again?" She looks back at Wanda that soft smile coming back faintly, "Y/n. We didn't get much time to talk the last few times we were around each other." Wanda stammers at the reply, "I- uh. I didn't do anything to you those first few times did I?"
Y/n quickly shakes her head, "No, and I wouldn't be mad right now if you did."
"Why not?"
"Because you were doing what you thought was right. It wasn't your fault you were misled." Wanda looks down at her hands, biting the inside of her cheek a little. She hadn't had these powers for long and she already caused so much pain and chaos with them.
Y/n could tell she was starting to spiral, or at least get lost in her own world, "Hey. The rest of the team was planning on ordering takeout and watching a movie soon. Did you want to come with me? It might feel good to get out of your room for a little."
To most people, Wanda would have said no. But with Y/n, it felt a little easier, better, and less forced. "Sure."
“Look at Maximoff out of her room and everything.” Clint grinned, followed by a quick glare from Y/n when Wanda’s back was turned. “Where is everyone?” Wanda scans the large living room, besides Clint the only people left were Sam and Bucky. Clint shrugs, “Last minute mission or something,” he smiles cynically. “And I was planning on going back to Laura and the kids because you all annoy me.”
Y/n takes Wanda’s hand in hers dragging her to the couch, “Love you too old man.” After a few murmurs from Sam and Bucky with confirmation they weren’t going to stay for the movie and Clint finally leaving that left Wanda and Y/n alone. “So, do you have any movie suggestions?” Wanda curls up into a nearby blanket shrugging, “No. You have any ideas?”
Y/n pauses tapping the remote against her chin trying to think. “Oh! Have you ever seen Enchanted?”
“No, what’s it about?” Immediately Wanda could see Y/n’s eyes light up, “Basically this animated princess winds up in the real world, in Manhattan, and its about all the craziness that happens because of it!” Wanda tries to hold back a big smile at Y/n’s excitement, “Sounds perfect.”
Midway through the movie Wanda turned over to Y/n, “Can we do this again? It’s just nice.”
“Yeah, yeah that’d be great.”
//
For a few months, Wanda had gotten closer to Y/n. Although to her realization it wasn’t as close as she wanted. The first time she realized this was when she was during another movie watch. It was the way she slowly grazed her hand against hers before holding it. Or the way she could be so reassuring after missions.
“How do I tell her I like her?” Clint groaned at the question, “What does this have to do with the mission report?” Wanda pleaded, “Please.” Clint hopelessly closed her laptop. “Do you know if she likes you back?”
Wanda shrugged, “I don’t know maybe.” Clint raised an eyebrow, “Can’t you read minds?”
“Yeah, technically, it’s complicated around her.”
“Well, then the best you can do is be honest with her. Hope for the best.” Wanda sunk into her chair, “Amazing.”
//
“You ready for movie night?” Y/n stood outside Wanda’s door, a blanket already draped over her shoulders. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be down a minute.”
“Well don’t take too long I picked a good one.”
Watching the movie was nice, but the closeness was nicer. Gathering up the confidence to ask Y/n she gently squeezed her hand for her to look at her instead of the movie Y/n put on earlier. "What's up Wands?" Typically the hand squeeze was a sign she was nervous, which wasn’t totally false. "What if we went on like a date? Maybe to like a bookstore?" Y/n looked at Wanda cluelessly, "What are you saying, Wanda?"
Her tone went quieter, "What if we dated? Like more than friends." A small smile crept onto Y/n’s lips "I'd like that." The moment would have been nicer if it weren’t for Sam, "HOLD UP!" Sam said dramatically from a distance getting closer. "So the two of you weren't dating this whole time?!" Y/n looked at him confused, "No why?" Sam facepalmed groaning, "I just lost $20 to Bucky."
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Honey Loving
Summary: A sweet vacation for a sweet person
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
Warnings: None that I know of but if I should add anything let me know
Word count: 1409
a/n: Finally posting again!! This is a happy one-shot this time I swear! Also, any text that <”looks like this”> is someone talking in a different language. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)
It had been a stressful few months for both Wanda and Y/n. Wanda had been on a long undercover mission for about two months. And unfortunately, about a week before Wanda was able to come back Y/n had been sent on her own mission for a month alone.
Finally settling back into being together again Y/n wanted to surprise Wanda with something special to make up for lost time. Y/n tip-toed into the room they share before flopping on the bed and grabbing the remote to the TV.
Y/n pauses Wanda’s show looking at her micheviously, “Pack a bag.” Wanda raises an eyebrow at Y/n’s smile, “And why should I do that exactly?” Y/n pulls Wanda by her arms dragging her out of the bed so they’re both standing.
"Because we're going on a vacation to your hometown." Wanda cracks a small smile, “Wait really?”
“Yeah! I already cleared everything with Steve and bought the plane tickets. You should pack tonight though because our plane leaves pretty early in the morning.” With the confirmation, the two start packing together, with the only detail Y/n’s willing to reveal being that they’ll be gone for two weeks.
//
Boarding the plane and settling into the seats Wanda looks over at Y/n curiously, “Is there something I could help you with.” Wanda sighs, “Can you at least tell me one thing you have planned? Just one.”
“Okay, fine. After we drop off everything at the hotel I was planning for us to go to lunch at the one place you told me about, the one your parents took you to with Pietro when you were little. They re-opened a few weeks ago.”
Wanda kisses Y/n on the cheek at the confession, “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Y/n lets out a soft laugh, “Yeah, but I’m never gonna get tired of hearing it.”
//
With the two finally making it to the hotel they both flop onto the single bed. After a few minutes of simply laying there, Wanda gets up ramaging through one of the bags. Y/n sits up to see Wanda stealing her own sweater that she packed for herself.
“You have a whole suitcase full of your clothes, and you still insist on wearing mine?” Wanda freezes in the middle of putting on the sweater, “In my defense, I can't help it if your clothes are so comfortable."
Getting out of bed Y/n kisses Wanda sweetly, “Alright, but that does mean I’m taking one of yours. It’s only fair.” Wanda rolls her eyes sarcastically, “Deal.”
After the two change, they make their way walking to the restaurant Wanda hand mentioned. Passing by multiple shops Wanda stops in her tracks looking at different items in a store through a big window. “What caught your eye?”
Wanda’s head snaps back towards Y/n, “The necklace with the little red gem in the center.” Y/n looks over at her, “It’s cute! You should get it,” her voice softens “It would look great on you.” Wanda shrugs, “I don’t know, it’s pricey. Maybe on our last day.”
“Whatever you say.” Y/n intertwines her hand with Wanda’s as they continue making their way to the restaurant.
//
Finally making it to the small restaurant for lunch the two get comfortable at the booth table looking over the menu. The place was family owned and the two who mainly ran the place only spoke Sokovian. Because of this as the waitress came to take the order Wanda started to list the order, <“She’ll take the number three-”>
But Y/n cut her off, <"Actually I'll take the number one on the menu with sauce on the side, please. But she’ll have the number four on the menu,"> you look up at her from the menu, <"did you want anything else love?">
Wanda looked lovesick, "Uh, no. No, I'm good." As the waitress leaves finishing scribbling the order onto her yellow notepad Wanda looks over at Y/n with raised eyebrows, "When did you learn Sokovian?" Y/n grins at her, " I wanted to surprise you."
Wanda kisses Y/n across the table, “God you’re adorable.” Y/n giggles at the light blush growing across Wanda’s face, “Thank you.” Wanda smiles, “So how long have you been practicing? You sounded flunet back there.”
Y/n takes a sip of the water on the table, “I think around five or six months. But I mostly practiced when either of us were away on a mission.” Wanda leans in closer to Y/n squinting her eyes playfully, “Okay, but how did you know what I wanted to order? Last I checked I was the one who could read mind in the relationship.”
Y/n leans in closer to Wanda with a confident smile, “It was one of our earlier dates. I asked you what your favorite childhood meal was and you answered with that specific one. I wrote it down after the date in case we ever visited.”
Wanda rolls her eyes dramatically, “You make it too easy to be in love with you, did you know that?” Y/n leans back into her seat, “I guess it’s a talent of mine.” Once the food comes the two eat and laugh, later exploring some of the area and looking into different stores.
Making it back to the apartment late Wanda lands on the bed letting out a satisfied groan at being able to relax a lie down. Y/n lays next to Wanda, “Did you want dinner?” Wanda shifts in bed getting more comfortable, “Yeah I could eat.”
Y/n pulls out her phone, “I’ll order something right now then.” Wanda looks over Y/n for a moment before slowly shutting her eyes, “Did you want me to come with you and pick it up?” Y/n shakes her head kissing Wanda on the forehead, “No it’s fine, relax. Take a nap or something. I shouldn’t be gone too long.”
“Are you sure?” Wanda asks. Y/n gives her a reassuring look, “Yes, don’t worry about it. Relax for a bit.” Wanda nods in agreement. As Y/n leaves Wanda gets up running a bath feeling the need to wash up after walking around everywhere.
//
It’s been close to an hour now and hearing the close of the main door Wanda gets out of the bathtub putting on one of the complimentary robes. “Hey, sorry it took so long. There was a big line for pick up and then they messed up the order so I had to wait even longer.”
Meeting Y/n in the living area Wanda notices another bag on the table that doesn’t match the ones the food came. “What’s in the black bag?” Y/n glances over at the bag Wanda was talking about.
“Well, I did want to wait until after dinner. But, I do want to see you in it now.” Wanda crosses her arms with a questioning grin, “See me in what exactly.” Y/n pulls out a sleek black box from the bag opening it to reveal the necklace from earlier today.
Wanda gently grabs the box marvling at the necklace, “You looked like you really wanted it so I figured I would buy it for you instead.”
“I love it, thank you.” Y/n looks down at the necklace with Wanda, “Did you want me to help you put it on?” Wanda nods moving her wet hair to one side. Standing behind Wanda Y/n clicks the two clasps together. Wanda turns around to face Y/n.
Y/n moves a stray piece of hair behind Wanda’s ear, “Well I was right about it looking good on you.” Wanda quickly kisses Y/n before grinning to herself, “I think I know a special way to thank you for everything today.”
She kisses Y/n again, the kiss more fervent this time. Y/n breaks from the kiss taking a second to breathe, “And what kind of special thank you would that be?” Wanda rolls her eyes at the question pushing Y/n onto the bed, “I could show you if you want.”
Y/n puts up her hands in mock surrender, “Oh by all means please do.” The rest of the trip itself was full of laughter, good food, love, and many more sweet moments, What more could you really ask for?
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The Visit
Summary: With Natasha and Y/n being together for over a few months now it was time to make the visit. The visit for Natasha to finally meet Y/n's parents. Which could end perfectly, or horribly. (If your parents suck then the parents are OC’s)
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Warnings: None that I know of, but if I should add anything let me know!
Word count: 1145
a/n: This is a request from the lovely @natsbaby, you can find the request here. Also for the parent name situation Y/m = your mom’s name and Y/d = your dad’s name. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)
“Okay, we have a few minutes before we get to my mom and dad’s place let’s go over some ground rules.” Y/n pulls out her phone as Natasha drives up the snowy mountain, “Okay, number one keep the SHIELD talk to a minimum, please. Number-” Y/n’s cut off by Natasha’s laughter, “What? What’s so funny to you?” Natasha restrains her last few giggles, “Nothing nothing. It’s just kinda going to be hard to do that with the big-time Avenger thing we have going on.”
“Alright fine.” Y/n groans tilting her head back into the headrest. Natasha rests a hand on her thigh keeping a tighter grip on the wheel with the other hand. “Detka, it’ll go fine. We’re just staying for a couple of days. There’s nothing to worry about.” Grinning to herself Y/n stares out the window on her side. “Save those ideas for the drive back to the compound.”
//
Before Natasha can even park Y/n’s mom opens the cabin door excitedly. “Y/d! The girls are here!” Y/d smiles walking out of the cabin as he watches Natasha open Y/n’s door. Y/d inches closer to the car, “Do you two have any bags you need help with or anything?” Natasha opens the trunk of the car grabbing both Y/n and her own duffle bags. “Oh, no. I’ve got Mr. L/n don’t worry about it.”
Walking into the cabin was strange for Y/n to say the least, nothing had changed in the years she’d been gone. “Where can I set these down?” Natasha politely looks over to Y/n’s mom. “Oh you can just set them down in the guest room, it’s down the hall second room to the left.” Y/n furrow’s her eyebrows, “You turned my childhood bedroom into a guest room?”
Y/m moves to the kitchen stirring the pot of food on the stove, “Y/n honey that’s just what we call your room we didn’t change anything to it.” Y/d tries to reason with her, “Plus, Y/n the ‘guests’ are just your cousins when we have family over.” Y/n sighs walking away from her parents and towards her room. “Tone down the attitude ma’am. Just because you’re a little superhero doesn’t mean you can’t have manners!” Y/m retorts.
Leaning against the doorway of her old room Y/n watches Natasha look around in amazement.
“Your room’s cool. It’s so cozy.” Y/n flops onto the small bed back first. Letting out an exasperated sigh Y/n stretches out her arms, “Welcome to me.” With that comment, Y/n gives Natasha a sarcastic smile as she lies beside her.
Natasha elbows Y/n looking up at the ceiling closer. “You really had glow in the dark stars on your ceiling?” Y/n scoffs playfully glaring at Natasha, “Don’t shade the stars, Nat.”
As a few quiet minutes pass by Natasha suddenly springs up from the bed. “Come on get up.” Natasha has a hand outstretched to Y/n. Y/n groans, “Why?” Natasha grins pulling Y/n off the bed, “You’re gonna dance with me because you’re quiet. And when you’re quiet you’re nervous. Plus dancing usually cheers you up.”
“Sure, that’s true. But there’s no music.” Moving closer to Natasha Y/n wraps her arms around her waist inching her lips closer to Natasha’s.
The would be kiss was interrupted by Y/d clearing his throat, “Uh, lovebirds. Dinner’s ready.” The two awkwardly split apart Natasha making her way back to the kitchen first. “How much of that did you see?” Y/n looks at her dad timidly. He smiles, “Enough.”
//
With the dinner already plated on the table Y/n sits next to Natasha with her parents sitting directly in front of them. “So, have you two always lived in the mountains? Like before having Y/n?” Y/d looks at Y/m awkwardly before looking back at Natasha.
“Well, I did. This was the house I grew up in. But I met my lovely Y/m in high school when I had to go down to the city for school.” Y/m smiles at Y/d as he continues to eat his food. “Oh! Natasha!” Y/m perks up. “Has Y/n ever shown you pictures of herself as a baby or in high school?” Natasha smiles at Y/n mischievously. “No, I can’t say I’ve had the pleasure.”
Immediately Y/m jumps out of her seat, “Great! I’ll go get the scrapbooks!” Y/n nearly chokes on the food she had in her mouth. “MOM! Mom! That's not necessary!” Natasha laughs with Y/d at the family antics.
Y/n groans as Y/m starts flipping through the thick scrapbook with Natasha. “Y/n.” Y/d tries to get her attention. “You do know it’s our job as your parents to embarrass you right.” Y/d has a cheeky grin as Y/n just slouches in her seat. “Dad. Don’t you have guns to clean or something before we go out tomorrow morning?”
Y/d puts his hands up in mock surrender but Natasha perks her head up a little from the scrapbook. She remembered a few weeks back that Y/n mentioned she went hunting with her dad a lot. “I could help you with that.” Y/d looks at Natasha questionably. “You know how to clean a hunting rifle?”
“Yeah of course,” Natasha replies a little overconfidently. “Good to know a famous superhero knows how to work more than a pistol. Come with me.” Y/d motions with his head to the basement. As the two finally leave Y/n wipes her head toward her mom.
“Was the scrapbook thing really necessary?” Grinning Y/m turns back to a page with a picture of baby Y/n. “Yes, it was! Look how adorable my little baby is.” Y/m waves around the book holding it up to Y/n. As Y/m places down the book again Y/n starts to get nervous again.
“Do you like her? Do you think Dad likes her? Honestly, I don’t know even know what-” Y/m takes one of Y/n’s hands. “Kiddo. Relax. I think I need to talk to her more but I do like her so far. And as far as it comes to your dad,” she pauses so Y/n can hear her dad excitedly talking to Natasha, “I think he likes her a lot.”
Running up the stairs of the basement Y/d pops back into the kitchen. He looks toward Y/m with a wide smile, “Can we trade Y/n out for her.” Y/n scoffs looking at him almost offended. “Dad no! You can’t do that.” Y/d looks down at Y/n in a mock straight face. “Well, then you better marry her.”
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Lying to Herself
Summary: Being an Immortal witch you see and do a lot. This can make relationships rather intimidating. However with a chance meeting all that could change.
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x fem!reader
Warnings: Smut and angst
Word count: 3874
a/n: This is my second time ever writing smut. My first time was on Ao3 and I’ll probably remaster it soon. But since this is only my second time writing smut please read this with a grain of salt. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)
Agatha sips on her drink hearing a creak in the bar stool next to her. “I’ll have what she’s having.” The bartender gives a quick nod placing a fresh wine glass onto the table neatly pouring the dark red drink into her glass. The woman next to her takes a sip, “You’ve got good taste.”
Agatha turns in her seat facing the other woman, “And who are you exactly?” The other woman puts out a hand smiling smugly. “Y/n, Y/n Y/n/l.” Agatha gives Y/n an amused smile shaking and kissing the top of her hand. “So what do you do for work Y/n?” Agatha asks leaning an elbow against the bar table.
“I’m a historian.” Agatha raises an eyebrow, “Why not something more-”
“Useful?” Y/n interrupts taking another sip of her drink. Agatha lets out a quick laugh, “I was going to say something more practical.” Y/n shakes her head smiling to herself, “I actually work at a museum about an hour from here. It pays pretty well.”
Agatha leans in closer to Y/n, “Oh really?” Her voice being so sultry and powerful makes Y/n lean in close too. “My apartment is a lot closer though. We could head over there and talk more. And I could get a better look at you outside this bar's dim lighting.”
Agatha’s eyes linger over Y/n looking at her carefully, “I like the sound of that.”
//
Stopping in front of the door of her apartment door Y/n fumbles through her keys finding the right one as Agatha leans against the door frame. Finding the right key Y/n slips it into the lock as Agatha leans at an angle partially blocking Y/n from opening the door.
Taking it as an opportunity Y/n leans in kissing Agatha. Following suit Agatha finds a grip on Y/n’s hips turning her to have her back pressed against the door. With the soft gentle kisses starting to heat up Agatha pulls away taking a breath, smiling smugly.
“How about you open that door and we continue this inside?” Nodding along Y/n quickly turns around unlocking and opening the door to the apartment. Immediately after entering the apartment, Agatha’s hand traced up to Y/n’s waist pushing her back against the door hard making her let out a soft groan before wrapping her arms around Agatha’s neck.
Peppering kisses all over Y/n from her lips going down to her neck Agatha rides up Y/n’s shirt feeling her bare waist griping at it firmly. She leans in right next to Y/n’s ear her voice breathy, “Take your shirt off.” Not wasting any time Y/n eagerly takes off her shirt.
Agatha hooks a finger into the waistband of Y/n’s pants pulling her just a little bit closer. “How about you show me your bedroom.” Y/n grins, “Gladly.” Making their way to the bedroom Agatha eyes the queen size bed. “You wanna unzip my dress?”
Y/n gives Agatha a quick kiss as confirmation pulling the zipper on the older woman’s back letting the dress fall flat onto the floor. The black lacy bra and underwear hugged Agatha’s body so perfectly that Y/n could barely keep eye contact with the woman.
However, Agatha snaps her back to reality placing a hand on her shoulder pushing her to sit on the edge of the bed before sitting on her lap. Tangling a hand in Y/n’s hair Agatha quickly pulls the hair back making Y/n let out a soft whimper. Agatha looks deeply into Y/n’s eyes using her free hand to gently caress her face.
“You look so cute like this,” Agatha smiles at the blush across Y/n’s face. Keeping her hair pulled back Agatha beings kissing Y/n deeply on the lips. As she tried to pull away to take a breath though she pulled back in with Y/n’s hand on the back of her neck keeping her in position.
After managing to finally pull away Agatha takes a deep breath nearly panting, “Such a needy little thing huh?” Agatha pulled back the girl's hair again one more time forcing out a small gasp this time. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Agatha says with a proud smile. With that Agatha pushes Y/n on her back, her kisses starting to linger from the lips to Y/n’s jaw.
But she takes her time on her neck making sure to leave a few marks to remind Y/n of her while gently rubbing her knee against Y/n’s pussy through her jeans. Agatha flashes her smile, “I made sure to leave you some keepsakes of tonight.”
“Th- thank you,” she can hear Y/n stutter cutely, encouraging her to make her way lower. “Arch your back a little sweetheart.” Agatha’s voice stayed calm but still held a commanding tone which made Y/n follow suit swiftly.
As Y/n arched her back Agatha reached her hand under her unclasping the bra Y/n was wearing tossing it aside before giving her tits the attention they so rightfully deserve. Latching on to one nipple Agatha uses a free hand to play with the other one occasionally flicking her tongue on the hardened nipple eliciting a muffled moan from Y/n.
Agatha moves her mouth from Y/n’s perky tits to her mouth kissing her once more. Pulling away she caresses her face again seeing how flustered she is. “Don’t be afraid to make some noise sweetheart. I want to hear how good I make you feel.”
Seeing Y/n give a quick nod Agatha tsks, “No. I don’t think that’ll do, use your words, honey.” Y/n gulps trying to form the right words so distracted by the heat building up in her core. “Ye- yes. I will. I won’t quiet myself.” Agatha kisses Y/n again smiling, “Good girl.”
Agatha slowly kisses down Y/n’s stomach using one hand to gently rub Y/n’s inner thigh building anticipation. Agath keeps a hand on the button of Y/n’s pants, “I need to taste you. Now. Are you sure you want to keep going?”
“Y-Yes!” Y/n blurts out in a moan, “I need you, Agatha.” Taking the confirmation Agatha begins to unbutton the pants with Y/n helping kicking them off. Agatha admires the wet splotch very obvious in Y/n’s underwear. “Already so wet for me baby girl?”
Y/n cocks her head back as Agatha slowly kisses her inner thighs her hips starting to buckle up in excitement. Agatha finally slides Y/n’s panties off tossing them to the side to admire the soaking wet mess she had helped make.
“Mm, you taste so good.” Lapping up the juices not immediately going straight for the clit. But with Y/n’s hips start to buckle more it forces Agatha to stop. “Do you need help staying still?” Agatha asks sternly, Y/n nods desperately not being able to form any coherent words.
Agatha puts both legs over her shoulder gripping Y/n’s waist firmly holding her down to prevent any movement continuing to lap up all of Y/n juices. As Agatha’s tongue starts to circle her clit Y/n lets out a loud moan tangling her hands in Agatha's curly hair tugging at it making Agatha let out a soft moan herself.
As Agatha’s pace starts to speed up Y/n can feel herself come to a climax, “I’m- I’m gonna cum!” Y/n wines. Agatha pulls away for a moment grinning, “Whenever you’re ready do it. I wanna feel you dripping off my tongue for me.”
Immediately Agatha gets back to work swirling Y/n’s clit in circular motions with her tongue. Letting out a loud moan Y/n’s legs tighten around Agatha’s head as she reaches her climax. “Yes. let it out, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl.” Y/n moans out a few more times at the praises slowly but surely reaching her decline her legs becoming limp.
Agatha moves Y/n’s legs to the side scooting up to lay beside her. Agatha kisses her a few times on the lips and cheek beginning to play with Y/n’s hair. “You did so good sweetheart.” As Y/n catches her breath she presses her head against Agatha’s chest her heart rate starting to slow.
Once Y/n has fully winded down Agatha gets up and starts to look for her dress. “What are you doing?” Y/n asks. Agatha keeps her gaze on the bedroom floor, “I’m looking for my dress, I don’t do sleepovers.” Y/n glances at the clock on her nightstand before looking back at Agatha.
“Agatha, just stay the night. It’s late and dark out. I don’t want you getting hurt.” Agatha begins to put her dress back on, “I can handle myself hon, I’ll be fine.”
“Agatha, please.” Agatha looks back up at Y/n in all her sleepiness and admittedly, beautiful nakedness. She drops the dress back to the floor joining Y/n on the bed. As Y/n pulls some blankets over the two of them she pulls Agatha closer to her tucking Agatha under her chin as they both fall asleep.
//
Waking up the following day Agatha blinks herself awake turning to see the woman next to her. She’s lying on her stomach, back exposed to the air the blanket low enough to cover her waist down. The morning sunlight seeping in from the windows lighting Y/n beautifully makes Agatha appreciate her so much more.
Overcome by the want to touch Y/n Agatha gently begins tracing shapes onto Y/n’s bare back with her fingertips. The small motions rouse Y/n from her sleep though as she shifts awake. “Moring,” she says giving Agatha a sleepy smile.
Agatha props herself up with her elbow admiring the woman next to her continuing to draw shapes on her back. Y/n nuzzles her face into her pillow slowly getting up, “I’ll get breakfast started.” Agatha cocks her head raising an eyebrow, “Oh, you don’t need to do that honey.”
Y/n simply shrugs making her way to her closet slipping on some shorts and an oversized t-shirt. “No, I insist. Plus I’m a great cook. You can borrow some clothes if need to, so you don’t have to wear a going-out dress so early in the morning.”
As Y/n makes her way to leave the bedroom Agatha stops her, “And how do you suppose I give you the clothes back after I’m done using them?” Y/n smiles suggestively, “I figured we could make this a regular thing, meeting up here or at your place every once in a while,” Y/n fake pouts, “unless this was only a one-time thing?”
Agatha's eyes Y/n up and down again like she did in the bar. She grins, “I wouldn’t mind doing this again.”
From that morning forward the two message each other whenever they need each other's company, only physically though. Admittedly there was some shared I love you’s. But they were never supposed to hold any meaning. They were never supposed to make either of them feel anything besides pleasure. Sometimes things don’t go as planned though.
//
Agatha pulls out her phone lying in her bed, she clicks Y/n’s contact. I’m feeling lonely, after typing out the message she looks at it for a moment before immediately deleting it. 'I want to see you tonight'. She stares at the message again, feeling satisfied with it she clicks send.
It doesn’t take long for Agatha to feel a quick buzz from her phone. ‘Just got back from work not so long ago, you should come over!’ Reading the message happily Agatha texts back a quick ‘Will do.’
Entering Y/n's apartment Agatha quickly skims the place finally finding Y/n in the bedroom Agatha hadn’t often seen Y/n in her work clothes but the out did something to her.
She wasn’t sure if it was the white button-up itself, or the way the top few buttons were already undone with the shirt still being tucked in. Or maybe it was the black dress pants cinched neatly with a belt.
She’s leaning up slightly in her bed a book in her hands legs sprawled out. "Hey, what's-" Y/n gets cut off by Agatha kissing her on the lips before being straddled by Agatha. "What are you doing?" Agatha asks, her voice sultry as her hands wander the curves of Y/n's hips. "Uh- ahm. Just reading."
"What are you reading?" Agatha asks her hands wandering down to Y/n's belt and the hem of her pants. Y/n quickly puts the book on her nightstand, "Okay what are we doing here?" Agatha giggles, "Darling, I think it's pretty obvious what we're doing here," she says starting to unbuckle the belt Y/n is wearing.
Y/n rests a quick hand on top of Agatha's pausing her before wrapping her own hands on Agatha's waist. "No I mean what are we doing here as in the two of us? You have a key to my apartment but we barely talk or do anything together."
Agatha hands begin to start unbuckling the belt again, "Oh sweetheart, we can talk as much as you want." Y/n's grip on Agatha's waist tightens moving Agatha to the side before cirss crossing her legs. "No, Agatha." Agatha furrows her eyebrows, "You said to I should come over."
Y/n sighs deeply, "I meant to talk. Or just enjoy each other's company without sex for once. I want a real, personal conversation with you." Y/n scoffs, "I want a real relationship." Agatha bites her tongue, "I don't do relationships."
Agatha begins walking out of the bedroom making her way out of the apartment with Y/n following her. "Why not Agatha? Why can't I love you?" Agatha's grip on the doorknob tightens. She doesn't bother looking back at Y/n, she knows if she does what she's about to say will hurt a lot more.
"Well I don't love you Y/n, I can’t love you. And I don't do relationships." With that, she immediately walks out the door feeling Y/n slam it behind her. And for a moment something keeps her there, staring at the door from the outside, something drawing her back in. But when hearing the sobs from Y/n on the other side of the same door she knows the damage is already done.
As Agatha makes her way down the street she feels tears start to well up in her eyes. It’s then she finally realizes she wasn’t just upset because she hurt Y/n. She was upset with herself for hurting Y/n because she loves Y/n.
Falling asleep in her own bed, alone, unlike how she planned Agatha clutches a pillow to her chest missing the warmth of someone else. Someone she could no longer have.
In the following days, Agatha caught herself messaging Y/n again attempting to resolve what she had done, what she had said.
Declined
Declined
‘Darling, please call me.’
‘Sweetheart…’
‘Please message me back’
Declined
‘How do I make you forgive me?’
‘I miss you’
Agatha would often check her phone hoping for a reply but there was never one. If she was lucky she would see that Y/n read the message which was a lucky occurrence. Soon enough Agatha feels like she should give up but it’s late at night and more the minutes pass the more she is tempted to try and call one last time.
Giving in Agatha clicks the contact, letting the phone ring expecting to be sent to voice mail she gets her last monologue ready but to her surprise Y/n answers. “Y/n?” Agatha sat up in her bed shocked Y/n replied this late at night.
“S- stop calling me. I dont wanna talk to you.” Her voice was winey as she was slurring her words. Concern starts to rush to Agatha’s head, “Y/n? Are drunk? Where are you.” She hears Y/n sniffle over the phone, “Mm not drunk. Just at that bar hanging out.” Agatha’s anxiety heightens, “What bar Y/n?”
“You know what bar.” While Y/n mubbles her reply there’s still some bite to that stings Agatha. Still worried though Agatha throws on a long coat putting on some shoes quickly. “Stay there alright? I don’t want you going home alone.”
Rushing out of her apartment Agatha hails over a taxi the bar being too far from her apartment unlike Y/n’s. While the drive isn’t far it feels like forever for Agatha, her heart starting to race like it was about to burst out of her chest worried about all the things that could happen.
Finally stopping in front of the bar Agatha quickly pays the taxi with cash rushing into the bar to see Y/n pased out on a bar table. Taking a relieved breath Agatha carefully walks over to Y/n brushing some hair out of the girl's face.
“Not drunk huh?” Agatha wraps one of Y/n’s arms over her shoulder beginning to lift her up to make their way out the bar. “Mm not drunk,” Y/n mubbles her eyes nearly closed. Agatha moves one hand to Y/n’s waist keeping her balance steady.
“Whatever you say hon.” Y/n wiggles away for a moment overwhelmed. “No don’t don’t ‘hon’ me,” she sniffles again, “I don’t want what we had again.” Agatha still keeps her firm hold on Y/n buzzing into the apartment building.
“Trust me I don’t either.” Once outside the apartment door, Agatha retrieves the key copy she had carefully unlocking the door while holding onto Y/n. Getting to the bedroom Agatha carefully sets Y/n on the bed they used to share.
As Agatha slips off Y/n’s jacket leaving her in a tanktop and jeans Y/n looks up at Agatha deadpaned, jaw clenched her eyes getting misty.
“You hurt me y’know? A lot.” Agatha bites her tongue remembering what she said that night, “Yeah, I know. I know.” Brushing a few more hairs to the side Agatha leaves Y/n alone for a moment retrieving a cup of water and aspirin knowing she’ll need it in the morning.
Coming back into the bedroom Agatha leaves the items on Y/n’s nightstand seeing her already passed out lying on her back. “Come on,” Agatha whispers pulling on Y/n’s shoulder. “You need to lay on your side in case you throw up.”
Y/n begrudgingly complies as Agatha tucks some pillows behind the girl's back to ensure she sleeps safely. Leaving the Apartment she locks the door behind her, she wants to stay of course. She wanted to hold Y/n like she used to. But not like this.
//
It had been about two weeks since Agatha had walked Y/n home, after that night she stopped messaging Y/n. Not because she didn’t want to, she did want to message Y/n but she knew she needed space. But her own want, to even just hear her voice overcame her.
‘Can we please talk sometime?’
After sending the message Agatha did anything and everything to get her mind off the text she sent. But when she heard the loud ping from her phone it was like time stopped as she read it.
‘Fine, I have a break in about an hour. You can meet me at the museum.’
Remembering back to the first time they talked Agatha leaves as fast as she can knowing an hour should be just enough time to get her there and not be late. Finally getting a taxi Agatha thinks to herself about how she finally has a chance to apologize for everything, to admit everything she had been keeping from Y/n.
About ten minutes from the museum Agatha could see the rain start to pour outside the car window fairly the opposite kind of mood she was going for but it didn’t matter. She’s close to possibly having another chance and that’s what matters to her.
Paying for the taxi Agatha waits outside the museum at the bottom of the steps. With practically no one in sight due to the weather, it was somewhat peaceful having the sounds of rain mixed with the busy streets.
“Hey!” She hears someone holler at her. Turning to look up at the top of the steps she sees Y/n black umbrella in hand. She walked up a few steps not getting too close to Y/n, she didn’t want to push too hard. “You’re soaked Agatha, you didn’t bother to look at the weather first.”
Agatha shakes her head shivering, “I wasn’t worried about the weather.” Agatha could see Y/n bite at the inside of her cheek. “Why are you here Agatha?” Y/n’s tone was blunt and serious, she was hurting so Agatha couldn’t blame her for it.
“I just want a chance to talk Y/n. About how sorry I am, about how much I know I screwed up, about how much I hurt you.” Y/n moves down the steps getting closer to Agatha, the small umbrella partially covering Agatha now.
“You said don’t love me, Agatha, you said you couldn’t love me. Do you really know how that made me feel? It made me feel unloveable.” Y/n’s tone was painful enough to make Agatha hurt at that moment.
“I lied alright? I lied about saying I don’t love you.” Agatha's voice was soft but her words brought no comfort to Y/n it just made her angry.
“Okay so?! Why would you lie about something like that?” Agatha runs a hand through her wet curly hair trying to build up the courage of what she had wanted to say for so long. “Because I was afraid Y/n, afraid of loving. And I was afraid if we had a relationship I’d hurt you more than how I did that night.”
Y/n inches closer to the woman, “Why couldn’t you just tell me that Agatha? I could have helped you. We could have talked about this together.”
“I know, and I’m sorry for lying to you Y/n. But if you just give me another chance I’ll show you how good I can be. I’ll tell you everything, about my life, about how I feel about you, I won’t lie anymore.”
Unknowingly Agatha had been inching closer and closer to Y/n, “Can you really promise me that?” Agatha moves only a little bit closer to Y/n their lips only a whisper apart now, “Yeah, I can promise that.”
“I wanna kiss you, Y/n.” Y/n leans in her lips practically grazing her lips with Agatha’s, “It’s a good thing I want you to kiss me then.” Instantly Agatha pulls Y/n in by waist kissing passionately. Caught up in the moment Y/n drops her umbrella wrapping her arms around Agatha’s neck.
The two kiss in the rain taking a chance on real love.
#agatha harkness x reader#agatha x reader#agatha harkness x you#agatha harkness x female reader#agatha harkness smut#marvel fancic#marvel fanfic writer#marvel imagine#smut#angst#angst with a happy ending#carol movie#age difference
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Hey sorry I fell off the face of the earth...Anyways would y'all read a fic like the show "The Ultimatum" but with all like marvel women and reader?
#the ultimatum queer love#alexandria talks#marvel fancic#marvel imagine#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff x reader#wanda maximoff x reader#valkryie x reader#carol danvers x reader#yelena belova x platonic!reader#kate bishop x reader#maria hill x reader
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I have a one shot planned to come out tomorrow (I swear it will this time). But I'm also work shopping a long multi chapter fic. Would y'all want short chapters that come out a little more frequently or long chapters that come out less frequently?
#alexandria talks#marvel fancic#marvel imagine#natasha romanoff#ily fictional women#natasha romanoff x reader#wanda maximoff x reader
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Hey everyone I know I planned a one shot for this weekend but a family emergency came up yesterday and I didn't have time today. I'll try and get one out soon sorry for the delay!
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Fic coming out tomorrow finally!! It's gonna be a cute one too I swear.
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"Sick Day"
Summary: After getting sick and getting a real break from work Valkyrie tries to extend her staycation with Y/n.
Pairing: Valkyrie x fem!reader
Warnings: None that I know of, but if I should add anything let me know!
Word count: 809
a/n: I’ve been lacking a lot of inspo lately so if you have any requests make sure to send them. Of course, it doesn’t mean I’ll get to it immediately but it’s better than not sending it. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)
“Ahhhchoooo.” The loud audible sneeze was the first thing Y/n woke up to in the morning. Rolling out of bed Y/n saw Valkyrie slowly getting ready looking very drowsy with a light red tint to her nose. “Val? Are you okay? You don’t look so good.” Valkyrie lets out a soft laugh followed by a very horse cough, “Yeah love-” she lets out another horse cough, “I’m fine. I just have a small cough and the sniffles. I need to get to work though.” As Valkyrie leans in close to Y/n for a goodbye kiss Y/n pushes her away gently. “Val you are not going to work right now your sick.”
“But-”, Y/n cuts her off. “You can work when your better Val. So please go change into some comfy clothes and rest.” Reluctantly Valkyrie changed into more comfortable clothes lounging on the living room couch as Y/n cooked some soup– a typical thing she would do when someone she cared for was sick. Although with Y/n distracted cooking Valkyrie took this as a chance to at least get her computer to get some work done. Carefully watching you as she walked off to the bedroom where she has left her computer she walked past you cooking, “Don’t.” The one word made her freeze.
Valkyrie stammers trying to think of an excuse but her head was foggy from being sick. Leaning on a nearby wall she tries to reason with Y/n, “I was just going to the bathroom.” Y/n turns off the heat on the stove looking at Valkyrie directly, “Oh really? So you weren’t going to get your work computer that I already hid?” Valkyrie’s eyes widen “You did what?!” Y/n turns back to the pot of soup pouring some into a bowl, “I hid your computer so you can actually relax since you’re sick.” Y/n holds out the warm bowl of soup to Valkyrie, “Now take this and go sit down. After I clean some dishes we can watch a movie and cuddle a little.”
Over the course of a few days, Valkyrie grew more open to Y/n carrying for her. So open that now she didn’t want to go back to work. All she wanted was to have Y/n take care of her and lounge around watching TV and movies. Although with time Valkyrie wasn’t sick at all, so she had to pretend to be sick to continue this vacation. To a less observant person, you would think she was still sick but Y/n knew better. The signs were obvious if you looked carefully. She was only coughing and sneezing when Y/n was nearby, she used fewer tissues, and not to mention her imitation of the drowsy/out-of-it version of her wasn’t great.
Testing to see how far Valkyrie would go Y/n put her work laptop in front of her, “I figured since it seems like you’re getting better you could have your computer back and start working again.” Valkyrie eyed the laptop for a moment only to look back up at Y/n, “Baby I still don’t feel super well, how about I do it tomorrow?”
“Okay, I’m gonna go on so errands though so I’ll be back within about an hour. Do you think you’ll be okay by yourself?” Valkyrie hums letting you go out. Y/n was, of course, grateful Valkyrie was taking a break, after everything she's dealt with she deserved that. But this had been going on too long. Going to the open market Y/n visited one of the market people that sold traditional Asgardian medicine.
After running a few more average errands Y/n finally came home to see Valkyrie still lounging on the couch binge-watching a TV show. “Hey babe, I know you haven’t really been getting better from what you say so I brought something that might make you feel better.” Valkyrie turns around thinking it might be some snack or meal but all she sees is Y/n crack open a glass bottle, and by the horrible smell alone she can tell what it is.
Immediately she shot up from her seat clearing her throat and putting up her hands defensively, “I’m fine love! No need for that stuff.” Y/n laughs out loud setting down the bottle, “I know Val, I’ve known for a while.” Valkyrie fidgets with the cuff of her sweater, “You’re not mad or anything are you?” Y/n smiles pulling Valkyrie close to her, “No. Not at all. Next time though I’d like it if you didn’t pretend to be sick and just let me know you want to take a sick day.” Pulling Y/n a little closer by the waist Valkyrie kisses her sweetly. It’s hard to be mad at someone so cute.
#valkyrie x y/n#king valkyrie#valkryie x reader#valkyrie x you#valkyrie#marvel fancic#marvel imagine#ily fictional women
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