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the-widow-sisters · 9 months

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Hi!!! I don't know if you're taking requests, but if you are can, you write Melina and Alexi revisiting the compound and meeting the others. But they lose Melina and find her in the lab with Darcy, and Natasha's immediate thought is that they need to separate the two.

A/N: Thank you so, so much for this request! 💖💖💖

Wow, it's been a while since I've written something for the parents 😅 It's the first time I've ever written anything from Melina's POV so hopefully it's good 💗 I'm still in a serious motivation slump, but for some reason, this request just hit me and I had to write it.

I hope y'all enjoy!

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“So… Is Captain America ready for another fight?!”

“Alexei, no,” Natasha answered instantly, trying to deter him but it did not seem to affect him in the least.

“It is understandable. I practically crushed him like tiny bug last time!” Alexei boasted, and Yelena rolled her eyes, eating the last few chips in her bag.

“And he crushed you many times before that, Dad,” Yelena answered, and Alexei scoffed in reply to her, reaching his hand over to her chip bag.

“It was tough fight but I won,” Alexei proudly announced, and Yelena slapped his hand away from her chip bag. He grunted unhappily, shooting her a grumpy glare.

Alexei and Melina had come for yet another visit, Alexei the pig in tow, and after they had slept off the jetlag, Alexei had instantly expressed an interest in coming to visit the compound again. Natasha had not been entirely sure about the whole thing, but when Melina had added on that she wanted to get a look at the place again, Natasha had hesitantly agreed.

Kate had happened to catch them as they were leaving for the compound, she herself coming to hang out at the widow sisters’ place when she spotted Alexei and Melina with them. She had gotten in the car with them, and Natasha had driven them to the compound, their parents catching up with Kate and Natasha fruitlessly warning them to behave as Yelena munched on chips and alternated between picking on Kate and making sarcastic quips toward Alexei.

In Natasha’s opinion, Alexei had honestly deserved everything Yelena had so sassily said to him so far. All he had done is talk about wanting to see Captain America again. Natasha had been ready to say quite a few things herself, but she held back, choosing to be the adult in the situation.

Interrupting Natasha’s contemplation of her desire to knock her father out, Kate looked at the group with a giant smile, practically bouncing in front of them all.

“Maybe you can’t go and fight Steve right now, but would you like to meet our friends instead? Carol and Darcy should be here somewhere,”

“That would be nice,” Melina conceded kindly, and Kate instantly brightened considerably as she eyed her with barely contained excitement.

“Trust me, you’re going to love them. Give me just a second, I’ll go grab them,” Kate declared before practically bounding off down the hall.

Natasha watched her fondly, her heart warming at the sight of Kate’s excitement and Melina hummed shortly.

“She is good girl,” Melina expressed, an undisguised affection in her voice that rarely showed in the woman.

Natasha supposed that there was just something about Kate that brought out the softness in people. Her joy and her shining personality were adorable and enough to put anyone in a good mood.

“One of the best.”

“What am I? Chopped kidney?” Yelena spoke up, utterly offended.

“Liver,” Natasha gently corrected, unable to help a soft chuckle at Yelena’s misuse of the saying. Yelena raised her eyebrows, and despite the fact that Natasha clearly knew that Yelena was aware of what she meant, Yelena decided to be dramatic anyways.

“I am chopped liver?!”

“No,” Natasha replied with fond exasperation, rolling her eyes before reaching out to her. She wrapped her arm around her neck and kissed her cheek affectionately. Yelena leaned into her side with no hesitation, and Melina huffed with a small smile as she looked up at Alexei.

“Just like when they were kids,” Melina reminisced, and Alexei chuckled, starting to speak.

“Mom, no,” Natasha argued instantly, interrupting as her arm fell away from Yelena.

Yelena leaned into her side a little harder, making a small noise of protest at Natasha’s release of her before straightening hesitantly.

After all, she had a vested interest in keeping the embarrassing stories at a minimum as well. The last thing she wanted was for anyone outside of the four of them to ever find out some of the things she did as a child.

“What? I am having nostalgia,” Melina tried to defend in her somewhat broken English. Alexei just nodded along with her, serving as Melina’s personal ally in this situation as he oftentimes did.

“No stories of our childhood here, okay?”

“Yes, no public humiliation today, please,” Yelena backed Natasha’s statement. Alexei suddenly looked excited as he turned his attentions to Melina.

“Ooh, wait, what about that one story of when little Yelena and Natasha went out to play with neighbor children and they were all younger than Natasha and Natasha—”

“Definitely not that one,” Natasha declared, embarrassment flooding her at that memory. She definitely did not want to remember that time.

It was when the kids had decided to play cops and robbers and Natasha had somehow been elected to be the only cop. She supposed it was fitting because somehow by the end of it all, the little robbers had all decided to tie her to a tree. Yelena had been the only one against the idea and the other kids had told her that if she did not like it, she would have to quit the game.

Needless to say, when they started chanting about burning Natasha at the stake, Yelena had completely freaked out and made a run for the house. Natasha, of course, had known that they were not really going to burn her, so she did not forcefully break out of the binds as they had sloppily thrown her in for the game.

Yelena had eventually come running back with Melina in tow, and Melina had just calmly informed them that Natasha and Yelena had to come back home and help her with something, untying Natasha and bringing her back home.

It was one of the few times that Natasha could recollect Melina truly and heartfeltly laughing, and while it was an embarrassing memory due to the fact she was caught and tied up by a bunch of little kids, it was also a strangely fond memory if only for Melina’s happiness.

“That was good memory, Natasha. I still remember how Yelena ran in yelling about neighbor children killing you,” Melina chuckled warmly, the memory apparently still bringing a laugh to her.

Yelena groaned, and Natasha could not help but look at Melina with some amount of fondness despite the fact that she definitely did not want that story told.

“Definitely not that one. That one is especially embarrassing for me,” Yelena grumbled, and Melina hummed in response, an uncharacteristic mirth in her gaze.

“Would you prefer time that Natasha was helping wash you?” Melina suggested, and Alexei furrowed his brow, trying to remember that particular moment.

“When was that?” Alexei questioned, and Natasha groaned, remembering the moment quickly. Like their father, Yelena seemed confused as well, and she waited for Melina to explain.

“A few months after we began the mission. You pooped in the bathtub and she ran out of the room,” Melina explained, and Alexei laughed heartily. Yelena’s eyes went wide in horror and Natasha wrinkled her nose at the memory.

“Oh, my—”

“I remember that now!” Alexei happily declared. Natasha shook her head.

“Was that even normal for a child her age?”

“I am not familiar with children outside of the two of you, so I would not know. But I cannot think it was too uncommon,” Melina simply answered, and Yelena shook her head as she interrupted.

“Look, no talking about pooping in the bathtub or anything else embarrassing or weird, got it?”

“Who’s pooping in the bathtub?” Carol’s voice sounded off, and they all directed their attention to her. Carol was trailing along next to Kate.

“Nobody,” Yelena instantly replied much too quickly. However, before Carol could question it, Kate offered them all an apologetic smile and spoke.

“Sorry, I could only get Carol. D was busy working in the lab on the meteor she discovered a while back,” Kate informed them, moving over to sit on the couch.

Natasha noticed how Melina instantly paid attention at the mention of the laboratory, and she mentally made a note to try to keep her away from all of that. She could not imagine that Melina would ever leave the compound if she discovered all the science things in there.

And Natasha definitely did not want them staying at the compound and potentially embarrassing her any further than they probably already would before it was all over with.

“Hey, Carol, Kate probably told you, but my parents wanted to meet you since they didn’t get to on their last visit here,” Natasha said, and Carol raised her eyebrows.

“You’ve got parents?” Carol questioned, and Natasha could not help but fondly remember Carol’s surprise when she had first discovered that Natasha had a sister.

“Yeah. Imagine that. A sister and parents. She is practically like a normal person,” Yelena deadpanned, moving around Carol as she made room for her to step up to meet the pair. Carol just huffed in reply to her, rolling her eyes but mostly keeping her attention centered on the two before her.

“These are Alexei and Melina,” Natasha introduced, gesturing to the couple in question.

“And this here is Carol Danvers, the one and only Boomer,” Yelena added on, patting Carol’s shoulder from where she was walking around behind her.

Carol threw a smile and a raised eyebrow over her shoulder in Yelena’s direction. Yelena, catching the fondness and the unspoken teasing in Carol’s gaze, just huffed and waved her away as she plopped down on the couch not too far from Kate.

Carol turned her attentions back to the two before her and she wiped her hands on her pants.

“Sorry, I’m a little sweaty. I was just working out with my boyfriend and his friends,” Carol apologized, offering her hand. Alexei took it, shaking her hand as he looked at her kindly.

“I take it that Steve didn’t want another enchanting meeting with Alexei,” Natasha deadpanned, and Carol blinked, slightly confused, and Alexei’s eyes suddenly turned bright as he made the connection in his head.

“Wait… Steve Rogers?! Captain America?!”

“Yeah…?” Carol trailed off uncertainly, and Alexei furrowed his brow before looking at her with surprise, his hand still holding onto Carol’s.

“Wait… he is your boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” Carol answered hesitantly but surely. Natasha could see how uncertain she was. Carol glanced in Natasha’s direction, wordlessly asking for some manner of explanation. Natasha just shook her head, mouthing “go with it” to the poor woman.

“You are Captain America’s girl?!” Alexei cried, utterly beyond excited as he found out a new tidbit about his arch nemesis.

Natasha knew that he was mostly happy because Carol looked mostly unassuming despite her barely hidden muscles underneath her oversized Def Leppard t-shirt. He thought that he had somehow gotten in a win over Steve because Alexei’s own girl was one of the most efficient widows ever.

Carol just looked at him somewhat strangely, chuckling a little as she glanced at Natasha before seemingly taking her advice on how to handle the whole thing.

“Yeah… Why?”

“He and I, we are nemesis to each other!” he excitedly declared, grabbing her hand with his other one as he shook her hand more vigorously in the midst of his happiness.

Carol raised her eyebrows, offering him a onceover. Her thoughts were so loud at that moment that Natasha could practically hear them coursing through her mind.

“Oh… Like Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd?” Carol finally dropped her one-liner.

Natasha almost laughed out loud, but she held herself back, knowing that it probably would not be the polite thing to do despite how humorous it had been.

Yelena, however, did no such thing, and she practically guffawed without any reservations as Carol somehow managed to keep a straight face. Kate instantly launched into giggling along with Yelena’s loud cackling.

Alexei furrowed his brow, confusion taking hold as he looked at her and tried to understand the reference that she had just made. Melina, however, stepped in, taking hold of Alexei’s wrist as she tried to pull his hand away from Carol’s since he still had a pretty firm hold on him.

“I apologize for his… hands-on approach to things,” Melina expressed, finally getting him to release her as he still stared at Carol incredulously. “He is passionate about Captain America. They have long history.”

“Don’t worry about it. If he kept holding on, I only would’ve shocked him once,” Carol assured her with a playful grin, taking Melina’s hand as she shook it for a much briefer period than Alexei did.

“You have powers?” Alexei asked, surprise written in his features once more.

“Yeah. Wanna test them?” Carol questioned, extending her hand. He squinted a little but nevertheless complied. She gave him a light shock to the hand, and he jumped, quickly yanking his hand back.

“What was that?!” he yelped.

“Exactly what I said when we first met,” Yelena spoke up, her voice still affected by her laughter. Kate let out a deep breath, evidently still trying to control her urge to laugh since it had not exactly been a nice thing to laugh at him about.

“I told you. I’ve got powers,” Carol laughed a little, and Alexei cast her a glance, unhappy as he seemed to realize that Carol was not quite as ordinary as he had thought. He could not quite one-up Steve in this area unfortunately.

“I need to visit restroom. Natasha, where is it?” Melina abruptly declared, lacking the finesse that one would ordinarily use to introduce such a thought in a conversation. Of course, finesse was not exactly one of Melina’s strong suits when it came to socialization.

Everyone paused for a moment, and Natasha got her thoughts together enough to answer.

“You go down the hall and turn left at the end of it and it’s the third door you see on the right,” Natasha instructed, and Melina nodded as she straightened a little and turned to head to the restroom.

“Do you need me to walk you there?” Natasha offered, some amount of gentleness slipping into her tone despite the definitive exasperation at Alexei’s antics. Melina shook her head, waving off her concerns.

“No, I am fine. I will find way.”

And so Melina headed down the hallway.

Natasha watched her until she turned the corner and she let out a soft breath. For some reason, she had a not-so-great feeling about this that she could not exactly explain, but she did not say anything, keeping it to herself as she returned her attentions to Carol and Alexei.

“Let me tell you about times I defeated Captain America. I have done it twice now!”

Natasha groaned, forgetting about Melina for the moment.

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Once Melina had finished up in the restroom, she walked slowly on her way back, actually going so far as to go down a few uncharted hallways as she put off going back to her family just yet.

Ever since Kate had said something about her friend and more specifically the laboratory that was located here, Melina had been curious. Tony Stark’s technological advancements were significant and she could only imagine the types of scientific discoveries that could be in the actual Avengers laboratory. This had been her primary motivation in wanting to go to the compound, in fact.

She had so far only managed to find the gym where Steve, Bucky, and Sam were sparring as well as some other rooms that varied from offices to server rooms. She knew that she had to be getting closer by the time that she found the server rooms.

To her immense gratification, she soon found the laboratory. She looked around the room briefly before stepping further in and inspecting some of the technology surrounding her.

It was a huge laboratory and it reminded her of the time she spent in the Red Room working in their laboratories. She was impressed with the size of the thing, and she was even more impressed with the technology within. There were several holograms and autonomous sample inspection chambers as well.

“Hey, woah, umm… This is a science-technology laboratory and kind of off-limits,” someone suddenly warned somewhere behind Melina.

She paused as she turned to look at the right side of the laboratory room more fully.

To her surprise, there was a brunette on the other side of the room sitting on a stool at a table. She was wearing glasses and her hair was up in a messy bun and she looked to be somewhere around either Natasha’s or Yelena’s age. It was obvious by her coat that she was some manner of scientist, and Melina studied her carefully and curiously, quickly chalking up her mental assessment of her.

It was something that the older woman did on impulse at this point. After so long of working in espionage, one tended to automatically assess every person as some manner of threat or target. Or at least in the same manner as they would analyze one of those two.

“Do not worry. I just lost my way. This is big place,” Melina assured her, maintaining a levelness in her tone.

It was the truth, but she also had not put a lot of effort into trying to find her way back from the bathroom, wanting to find the laboratory that Kate had discussed.

Her scientific tendencies were in overdrive, and she had a one-track mind when it came to the pursuit of knowledge.

“Amen to that, sister. I got lost like four thousand times when I first started living here,” the girl wryly admitted, not looking at Melina with quite as much suspicion as she had been when Melina first walked in. She seemed to have lost her bristles and she did not seem nearly as unwelcoming as she originally appeared.

Melina was honestly surprised that the girl had not asked about her accent, but it seemed that she was far too absorbed in her current work.

“But, um… Are you on a tour or something? My friend usually runs those, so I can call her and get her to swing around and pick you up so you can rejoin the group,” she offered kindly.

She was fairly distracted still, her gaze frequently shifting between Melina and the project. It appeared that she was looking at some manner of virtual display with what looked to be a meteor and she had her computer for writing. What she was typing appeared to be popping up on the hologram for her to more easily observe in concern to her data that was charted on the display as well.

“No, I am here for visit,” Melina stated. The glasses-clad girl not too far from her offered her a brief onceover, apparently trying to figure out who she was with and why she had come to visit.

“Oh. Okay, then,” the girl seemed to be thinking it over but finally nodded, starting to get up from her work as she let out a long, unhappy sigh. Melina tilted her head, watching as the girl cast the display a not-so-subtle dirty glare.

Melina turned her attentions to the images on the hologram, considering the meteor as she read the theory that the girl was starting to formulate.

“So… Who are—”

“You are having problems with making theory?” Melina pointed out astutely.

The girl paused, looking behind her at her notes and turning back to Melina curiously.

“Yeah… Just some issues with the full formulation of it. I was hypothesizing the impact of the atomic makeup of the material in the meteor with respect to the environment surrounding the meteor’s contact point along with its potential long-term effects on human exposure—"

The younger girl abruptly stopped, looking at Melina uncertainly before chuckling somewhat awkwardly.

“Sorry… Umm… Probably too much science language. Sorry about that,” she apologized somewhat sheepishly.

Already launching into the scientific side of herself, Melina squinted a little, reading the analyzation of the meteor’s atoms and coming to the conclusion that it had not been as well-inspected as it probably should have been considering the subject matter of the writing.

“Have you been able to conduct full examination of atomic structure of the sample? Then you can consider potential reactivities based on number of valence electrons in outermost shell,” Melina declared. The girl completely froze as she stared at Melina as if she had sprouted two extra heads.

“Well… Not as full of one as I maybe admittedly should have… How do you know all that?” she asked Melina, a certain incredulousness in her voice as she regarded her in a new light.

“That? That is simply child’s play,” Melina dismissed, stepping nearer as she largely kept her gaze on the hologram. She could see the girl just staring at her unashamedly out of her peripheral vision.

“In the field of astrophysics, it’s a little basic, but still… That’s a lot for the common person to know,” she persisted, and Melina shrugged.

“Well, truthfully, I am something of scientist myself,” Melina answered coolly, already mentally drafting some ideas for a statement that the girl could use. She raised her eyebrows in surprise at Melina, taking in that fact.

“I apologize for statement being basic,” Melina started, trying to remember the proper way to phrase the statement, “but in my time as young scientist, I was often too caught up in work and too eager for results to consider simple solutions.”

“No, don’t be sorry, I’m the same way. I just… It’s not every day I run into a fellow lady scientist around here,” the girl laughed a little.

“Do you want help with your work?” Melina asked, and the girl blinked, thinking it over for just a moment before nodding.

“Yeah, if you’re not busy with your visit and don’t have to get back.”

“I have time.”

“Okay. Well, in that case, I’m Darcy,” she offered her hand for Melina to shake, and Melina responded in kind, offering a small smile in reply.

“Melina,” she replied. Darcy smiled, friendliness in her eyes as she reached for a nearby coat and offered it to Melina. Melina pulled it on, preparing to get down to business.

Darcy sighed, looking over the notes before turning back to face her.

“So, Melina… What do you know about astrophysics and extraplanetary materials?”

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“You did not.”

“I did!”

“You couldn’t have.”

“I did! I insist to you, I did.”

“It simply isn’t possible. Steve was still frozen in that time,” Carol dismissed, and Alexei was looking increasingly distraught as he tried to explain to her how exactly that he had fought Captain America.

They had all sat down at this point and Carol was sitting across from Alexei, Natasha, Yelena, and Kate as she listened to his stories about fighting Steve. She had not been very impressed so far, and honestly Carol’s deadpans and smarmy comments had left the women of the room in stitches. Or in Natasha’s case, barely held back laughter.

“It happened!” Alexei was practically whining at this point.

“I’m sorry, but I need some pictures or something,” Carol shook her head, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, and Alexei narrowed his eyes.

“Pictures?! There is no time for pictures in middle of fight!” Alexei cried. Carol raised an eyebrow, but she did nod, conceding that point at least.

“Maybe not, but I still don’t believe it happened,” Carol told him, and Alexei smacked his hand on the coffee table between them, leaning forward as she looked at him.

“Listen, I give you my word as Red Guardian,” he assured her, and Carol squinted at him.

“What is a Red Guardian? It sounds like it should be the mascot for Old Spice,” Carol commented.

“It is not mascot name! It is the hero of Russia! I told you, I am Captain America’s contemporary!” Alexei was practically beside himself, and Carol was just as calm as could be as Yelena laughed and laughed at his expense.

“So you keep saying, but I’m still not seeing it,” Carol sighed, shaking her head, and the whine was building in Alexei’s throat as he prepared to continue with his fit.

“Okay, you two, that’s enough. Where is Melina?” Natasha interrupted them, stopping the arguing and bringing up a valuable question.

They all paused, looking around.

“She headed to bathroom, right?” Carol questioned, and Yelena shrugged.

“Maybe it was an emergency situation. She said she had to go so suddenly,” Yelena suggested.

“Maybe she got lost?” Kate suggested, looking as if she might get up to go and see if she could find and help Melina come back.

“My Melina is very good at remembering things. She would never get lost on way to bathroom,” Alexei declared proudly.

Natasha sighed, thinking it over as she considered what could be taking Melina so long. She was instantly reminded of that bad feeling, and she could not help but think that perhaps Melina had not come straight back to them like Natasha had presumed that she would.

But where would she go if she did not come back immediately…

Natasha instantly had a thought, and she groaned, almost sure that she was right before she had even confirmed it for herself.

“C’mon, guys, I think I know where she might be.”

Natasha led them through the halls, the others having to hurry to catch up with her as she maneuvered around.

“Why are you moving so fast?!” Alexei complained, and Natasha simply ignored him, weaving down another hallway as she hurried along.

If Melina was where Natasha thought she was, she definitely did not want her to stay there for long.

Before long, they were heading through the doors of the laboratory. Natasha instantly spotted Melina, and she was standing alongside Darcy, examining a sample of the meteor that Darcy had discovered on the camping trip that the girls had gone on a while back.

Natasha sighed deeply, instantly concerned about what Darcy might have told her. One thing that she had wanted to avoid was Melina finding out more than she should. Natasha already felt sorry for the pigs that lived on Melina’s farm. She could not imagine what worse things they could be exposed to in the middle of Melina’s insane experiments.

And now she likely had even more ideas as a result of being in the laboratory unmonitored for so long. Not to mention the fact that Darcy probably did not hold back on answering any questions she had about anything in there.

“You are an actual wonder,” Darcy complimented Melina with a wide smile, writing something down on her notepad as Melina pulled back from the sample inspection chamber where she had been working.

“Oh, no, if you are impressed with limited knowledge of astrophysics, you should see my work in biotechnology. I have developed many serums using pigs. I could give you demonstration of work if you want—”

“Okay, Melina, that’s enough,” Natasha interrupted, and Darcy quickly paused as she turned and looked in Natasha’s direction. Kate waved to her, and Darcy happily waved back. She stopped and squinted a little as she realized that Natasha had known the woman’s name.

“Wait… You know her?”

“That’s my mother.”

“Oh, wow! Mama Romanoff?!” Darcy questioned, looking at Melina with surprise as she regarded her with a whole new respect.

“Vostokoff,” Melina answered kindly yet with that typical bluntness that she could not ever seem to escape. Darcy furrowed her brow, squinting a bit as she looked between Natasha and Melina and tried to understand the situation.

“It’s complicated,” Natasha explained to Darcy simply before looking back at Melina.

“What are you doing? We were waiting on you back in the common room,” Natasha told her, and Melina shrugged, a certain slyness in her features.

“It is big place, Natasha. I lost my way,” Melina stated simply. Natasha narrowed her eyes, knowing it was a lie. Despite the fact that Alexei knew as well, he completely passed by that fact and let her off the hook, choosing to instead change the subject to Darcy and Melina’s work.

“What have you been doing here all this time, lyubimyy?” he questioned, and Melina just smiled at him calmly, looking back at Darcy kindly.

“I assisted in Darcy’s hypothesis about new discoveries. I do not know much about astrophysics, but enough to make conversation and apparently perform some tests. She was just saying we should stop and get food from kitchen,” Melina explained.

Darcy nodded, grinning as everyone except for Natasha slowly started to head for the door. They all seemed to be fans of the idea of getting some food, and Alexei and Yelena were of course the ones leading the pack. The prospect of food always drew their attention.

“Seriously, you’re a genius. And we’ve got to feed the machine if we’re going to get in even more research today,” Darcy told her, and Melina nodded as she maneuvered around Natasha where she was still standing and watching in horror.

Natasha groaned deeply and tiredly, rubbing her head as she felt the headache coming on. This was exactly what she had not wanted to happen.

However, distracting her from her woe, Melina tapped her back critically as she passed by her.

“Straighten back. You will get back hunch.”

There was a pause but everyone laughed at the sudden declaration, and Natasha flushed just barely.

After this trip, she definitely had to keep Melina and Alexei away from the compound from now on.

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quietlyimplode · 2 years

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Things you taught me when I was young

4 times Melina’s life intersects with Natasha’s; and the one time it doesn’t.

AN: warnings for child abuse, death, relinquishment of a child. I’m not really happy with this one, but has been clarifying in setting straight some of my thoughts about Melina. (bwf2022 (day 4), 3.2k, gif not mine.)

Promises. Promises.

Melina stands in front of Dreykov, the urge to roll her eyes terminal as she curls her fists instead.

The genetic testing of the first line of Widows had proved that whatever they had been injected with had made them sterile.

Followed by the complete hysterectomy, the Red Room had shot themselves in the foot.

Women, were child bearers, they didn’t need to steal children, buy them, traffic them, when they could birth them onsite.

But, the men running the program decided that they wanted the enhancements more than they wanted to fund child bearing women, so, the mission was finding those that would inevitably be worthy.

Dreykov pats her face condescendingly.

“You’re supposed to be smart, this can be your special mission. Pick two others. Find six children with potential. If they succeed, you live. If they don’t, I suppose back to basics for you.”

She knows he means reconditioning.

Reprogramming.

Mind wipe.

She sighs inaudibly.

“Yes sir.”

Melina has a good place to start. What men don’t know is that women will always be ten times more cunning and street smart than their oppressors; survival always breeds it’s own type of street smarts.

Homeless shelters.

Since the end of the Cold War (if it had indeed ended) meant the displacement of thousands, the divide between those that were aligned with the bureaucracy and those that didn’t.

She knows it’s self serving, that it’s wrong, but if she’s honest with herself, she doesn’t care.

There’s a holy man she ignores as she walks through the door.

“Can I help you?” he asks, gently.

“I’m here for my sister,” she tells him, looking around for where the women’s quarters are.

“Where are the women held?”

She pushes past him, seeing a small child peeking from around the door.

Jackpot, she thinks. Where there are children there are women. The man doesn’t stop her as she enters and looks around. There’s two woman sitting on beds, both holding small infants.

Melina stands tall, changing her approach, her demeanor and rearranging her face to one of kindness, just like the instructors taught her.

“Hello,” she opens.

The women look to her and almost shrink. They’re unkempt, skinny, and wary.

She explains to them who she is, that the Red Room is an orphanage for girls, that they are fed; educated and supported.

It’s a safe life. A good life.

She tells them they can come back for their children when they want, and they can take them back.

It’s a lie, but they look to her with hope.

Melina knows it’s a long term play. But it’s a good one. If it works, it means a stream of girls.

The women hug their children tighter as she talks. She assures them, food, education, safety, and leaves them with a card with an address.

She visits two more and gets another idea.

There are orphanages.

Abandoned children, traumatised lives. It reeks of poverty and pain.

She tells the director she wants the youngest of girls. There’s no shortage.

They agree to two a year, with proper payment of course. He grabs her arm, and tells her he’s only doing this so he can feed the rest of the children.

She shrugs. She doesn’t care for his guilt.

Tells him she’ll return in three days for the two girls agreed upon.

Dreykov will be pleased.

She sees two more orphanages before lunch, and realises that by the end of the week, she got the six girls that he asked for.

The woman meets her at the gate as she walks to it. The day has been long but still she recognises her from the first orphanage.

She knows her because her infant has a wisp of red hair and her eidetic memory recalls the way the infant had watched her with intelligent eyes.

The infant is scrawling now, as the woman shushes her and calms the child with just words. She looks distraught as Melina meets her.

The woman is skinny, and Melina thinks she must have missed the cut off for the shelter.

Wind bites at her face and Melina shivers deeply and looks expectantly at her. The compound looms over them as they stand opposite each other.

“She will be safe?” The woman asks, desperate, angry at her choices in life.

Melina nods. Lies.

“The red room will be her home,” she tells her.

There’s a beat as she seems to battle inwards.

“I’ll come for you,” she promises, kissing her baby’s nose, her face, nuzzling in, appearing to memorise every inch.

“Stay alive,” Melina hears the woman say, “and I will too.”

She hugs the child tightly.

“I’ll come for you,” she promises.

“This is not forever.”

But Melina knows it is. Once the child is in her hands, she is the property of the Red Room.

The woman turns her back, hunching over her little girl, almost keening in grief.

“I’m so sorry,” she sobs, tears coming fast, “this is not the end, I’ll come for you. Just stay alive; ok my Natalia? I’ll find you, I’ll always find you.”

Melina moves to touch her shoulder.

“Give her to me,” she says gently.

And the woman does.

She lifts the baby away, the blanket going with her. The bereaved stares as her red headed child, starts to cry, pathetically.

“You can go now,” Melina tells her.

But she seems to be rooted to the spot.

She wants her baby back.

“I’m sorry,” the woman sobs, falling to her knees as Melina walks off, indifferent, ignoring the pull in her heart, unsure what it means.

Melina throws the knife at the target, hitting just above the girls head. The girl has a far away off look, that Melina knows, if she’s caught distancing herself from the activity she’ll be punished.

She knows she was.

Two more throws land next to either of her ears, seemingly waking her up and bringing her back to the present.

The training is interrupted as Dreykov enters the hall, flanked by two men in suits.

“Come here,” he orders.

She sighs inwardly and follows her feet to stand in front of him, eyes down.

He hands her a dossier and tells her she has a mission.

Hope springs in her gut at being able to leave the darkness of these four walls.

She nods at his orders and he dismisses her, telling her she has twenty minutes to meet her handlers at the front gate.

Wandering back to her room, she tosses the dossier on the military made bed, and changes into tactical gear.

She pushes down the anger and disgust at herself making sure the mirror is covered still.

She gathers herself.

A simple mission. A simple assassination.

The Red Room is the most depressing place, and when she leaves it’s like she remembers colours, smells and sounds. Even if those colours are still red, the metallic smell of blood and the sound of a gun shot.

She grasps for the dossier and looks over it, stopping short at the picture and name.

The woman.

The first one that gave her child to Melina.

She looks older now; it makes sense, four years have passed. The child is now close to six, she’s completed the first round of Black Widow training.

Not that Melina has been keeping tabs on her.

She hasn’t. She doesn’t care for anyone.

But she never forgets a face.

Scanning down, she wonders what the woman has done to deserve the wrath of the Dreykov.

Oh.

Melina thinks.

She wants her child back.

A laugh breaks free of her lips as she reads some of the things the woman has attempted in efforts to rescue and get back her child.

Breaking into the red room? She’s lucky she wasn’t shot on the spot.

This must be one special child.

Melina moves through the hallway, stopping where the class of six year olds have headphones on their heads learning the intricacies of English. She spots red hair straight away and stares.

What about this child is so special that the woman would risk her own life for her? She moves on, the paper heavy in her hand.

She doesn’t understand.

But she does understand orders.

The two large men flank her as she leaves in a black car and contemplative thoughts.

She watches her for a day.

The woman seems insignificant. No power. No pull on state of the world.

Irrelevant.

The sniper rifle is heavy on her shoulder as she watches from the rooftop. She plans to kill her in her sleep, then set her house on fire. No one looks for a bullet in a fire, no one should think twice anyway.

But she’s not one for making mistakes.

The night grows around her, the woman setting a fire, sitting on the rocking chair as she nurses a drink, looking at a worn photo that Melina zooms in at.

Natalia, the woman had called her. They’d kept the name for within the Red Room, she’d noticed the change to Natasha, the American diminutive, for obvious reasons.

It takes her ages to settle, to do something other than drink and stare.

Finally, she heads to bed, and Melina watches through the scope. Watches as she completes her mundane routines, eating, bathing, placing the photograph carefully on her night stand.

She lines up the shot, takes a deep breath and slows her heart rate down.

3. 2. 1.

The shot is clean and the woman is dead.

Melina feels strange.

It’s not a sadness, she knows that, maybe it’s a pity. The woman was killed because of her love for her daughter.

Moving carefully, she drops down to the pavement, entering the house.

The kills is confirmed as she sees blood and the body.

Pouring the gasoline, first on the body then she moves from room to room, dousing everything as she goes.

Lastly, the room that could be a child’s bedroom she finds a shrine built, to honor the living. A teddy bear, a small pink infants dress, a candle and a small poem sit on a table.

Melina licks her lips, the smell of gasoline becoming strong.

It’s not sadness she’s feeling, because she doesn’t feel that. The tears that threaten are because of the smell. The guilt that hangs low in her gut is nothing, she just needs to leave.

Exiting through the back, she takes a match and sets it to the fumes.

She stays to honor the dead, the poem in hand, wondering what it might be like to love that fiercely.

Melina feels sweat dripping off her body.

The training regime she’s set for Natasha is child’s play.

“Almost there,” she tells the wiry girl.

Natasha runs, her small legs beating fast on the pavement, they reach the house and slow down to a stop.

“Was it faster?” Natasha asks, a small amount of hope in her voice.

Melina looks; it is faster but she doesn’t want the girls hope.

“No,” she lies.

“Again.”

“Oh,” there’s so much disappointment in her voice that Melina almost feels bad.

They set off in a steady pace, and Melina feels her mind go blank as all she concentrates on is the way her muscles are propelling her forward.

“Start,” she commands.

Natasha’s breath is audible as she starts talking in German, recounting the story of Sleeping Beauty.

She gets half way and stops, heaving for breaths.

“Come on Natasha, pain only makes you stronger,” she encourages.

It’s enough to scare the child into moving.

She gives her reprieve and then nods.

“Start.”

Natasha starts again.

The food is in a locked box.

Yelena thinks it’s hilarious, but Natasha knows better. She hasn’t eaten in a day and a half.

Melina had hidden the key in front of her in the morning. She should have been paying attention to everything.

“Think Natasha,” she says in Mandarin.

“You saw me put it away this morning.”

Melinda knows how it feels when you’re hungry, that the only thing you want is food, you can’t think of anything else. It’s why this is so important.

When they leave here, Natasha enters the next stage of training. It’s brutal.

Melina would know.

She needs to be prepared.

Natasha climbs on bench, opens the cupboard and looks in the sugar bowl.

She’s right of course, looking up in triumph.

“Good, child,” she praises, unlocking the box and handing over the muffin that lived inside.

Natasha takes it, and without thinking hands half over to Yelena.

It makes Melina’s heart pull.

The return to the Red Room is going to break her and take her heart.

Natasha and Alexei are sparring. He’s not holding back and she worries that he’s going to break her tiny bones.

She tests Yelena on her Arabic, focusing on verbal instructions, when she hears the distinctive sound of a backhand hitting skin.

“Get up,” Alexei growls.

She wants to intervene, spare Natasha some pain, but that’s not who she is.

Melinda knows this is nothing compared to what’s coming.

She turns her back and guides Yelena out.

“Don’t worry,” she’s assured the blonde girl, “Daddy will make sure she is okay.”

Later; she finds Natasha crying in the bathroom, holding ice to her bruised cheek, gently touching her broken nose. She enters, and shows her how to reset it.

“Pain only makes your stronger,” she whispers to her, like it’s a long held secret, as tears leak out of Natasha’s eyes.

Blood is wiped away, and Natasha looks to her, with sadness.

Melina flashes to the picture of her mother, their eyes the same as she places a hand on her shoulder.

“Hide and seek,” she says to Yelena and Natasha, grinning.

Yelena cheers and Natasha gives a rare smile.

“Don’t fall for the traps,” she hints.

First, she handcuffs them both, then she ties them to a chair.

“You have twenty minutes to ring the bell,” she stipulates.

“First one to ring it, chooses dinner.”

It’s a meager prize but seems motivating enough.

“Go.”

Natasha is first out of the cuffs, Yelena close behind as she frowns and stops at the door. Yelena doesn’t stop and runs straight into the tripwire, setting off the smoke grenade.

Immediately, Natasha covers her face and encourages Yelena to do so, she moves into the next room and finds the doors locked.

Vision obscured, Melina watches as Natasha picks the lock, coughing harshly as smoke permeates the air.

Yelena attempts the other door, but Natasha is first.

There’s two more traps, and Melina watches with interest as Natasha stops and thinks, even though the air is thick.

Yelena sets off the alarm and Natasha grins knowingly. She opens the next door slowly, running her finger along the side finding the string attached to the handle. She produces a knife cutting it then opening the door, finding the bell inside.

She rings it and smiles.

“Mac and Cheese,” she announces, much to Yelena’s delight.

And Melina’s heart sinks.

They’re going to kill you, child; she thinks.

Melina wakes up, pain radiating throughout her body.

There’s doctors around her as she drifts in and out of consciousness. She’s handcuffed to the hospital cot and she sighs.

The plane, the girls, the escape, all come back to her.

She’s lost them.

She’d said to Natasha she was sorry, and it was the first time she’d ever said those words.

But they were truthful.

She is sorry.

The Red Room is her home; it should not have been Natasha’s.

If she’d turned her mother away…

If she’d chosen another homeless shelter…

If she’d helped her mother instead of killing her…

Guilt makes bile rise in her throat, but she pushes it down.

Melina understands why no one came for her when she was young, she was rotten, even then; abandoned, unwanted; but that’s not the case for Natasha.

She wonders if she will ever see her again.

She doubts Dreykov will ever let that happen.

Pain only makes you stronger, she says to herself, believing it with every essence of her being.

This experience may just make her invincible.

She misses them.

Natasha’s stoic face and the rare smile.

Yelena’s easy laugh and simple understanding of life.

She pulls against the handcuffs, preferring the pain on her wrists than the one in her heart.

She’s sent back. She’s always sent back.

Reprogramming, Dreykov tells her, and then she’ll be sent away.

“We have a new program for you to work on,” he smiles.

She will never admit that the thought fills her with dread, even if her life is not her own.

Melina wants to know, what’s happened to the two girls.

She sees Natasha first, her hair now red, face now more serious as she fights ruthlessly against another girl twice her size.

“You taught them well,” a voice in her ear says.

She can’t repress the shudder.

“The younger one is a spitfire,” he laughs.

“We’ve sent her to Dikson.”

Melina’s heart sinks.

Everyone knows what happens in the small coastal town.

If she believed in God, she’d pray.

Instead, she turns to him and smiles at his mirth.

“I’m ready,” she tells him.

And she is, ready to die again and come back as someone new, without all this guilt and pain.

The Avengers.

Her Natasha is an avenger.

She has the power of a god, a scientist, a science experiment and a man of iron at her side.

The worlds greatest spy.

She doesn’t care about the happenings in New York, although the appearance of aliens was a surprise, it doesn’t concern her.

Melina watches Natasha with interest on the news, her near perfect American accent, as she stands next to Iron Man asking for privacy at this time.

She sets up her scanner to always alert her to Natasha, whether she is on the news, radio, or being hunted by police.

Maybe.

Just maybe, the choices in her life have not lead to destruction and ruin.

The break of the day brings with it the birth of piglets and feeling of renewal.

#bwf2022 #natasha romanoff #melina vostokoff #melina #black widow #bwfilm #Melina vostokov fic #natasha romanoff fic #black widow fic #my fic #implied child abuse #4+1 fic #death tw

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moongirlwidow · 3 months

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@weedyrocksbaretotherain this is going to get really long really fast so I’m going to make it its own post(for anyone starting: they asked me to share with them and I agreed, so we’re starting from the beginning

I was born in a little town in Romania to a woman named Anetka and her husband David. Anetka was a Russian immigrant. They loved me. A lot. They never stopped searching.

When I was probably two months old, they hired a nanny to help, since both of them worked. That nanny was actually Melina Vostokov, the Iron Widow. She got to know my parents in that time.

When I was eight months old, she was ordered to steal me. She gave me my name that night, too. Vespera Anetka Volkov. Anetka for my mother, Volkov so I would be strong like the wolves. Vespera…. My mother spoke Latin, she was a religious historian. She called me her Twilight Princess… so she named me Vespera, Vesper for dusk. Melina said it was a tactical choice… but it was a sentimental one

She said that as soon as she had a god to pray to, she prayed for me.

Only one of them is living. David. Anetka… she killed herself when I was declared dead. I’ve seen her grave. Next to a small red granite one for the daughter who died. And really, she died when she was stolen. She died multiple times. At this rate I’m a Phoenix given how many times I’ve died.

#vera’s saga #part 1 #the winter widow #vera volkov #marvel rp #mcu #marvel #mcu rp #marvel mcu #marvel ask blog #marvel cinimatic universe

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falllpoutboy · 2 years

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ranking the parents and parental figures of the mcu

scott lang

tony stark

maria rambeau

pepper potts

janet van dyne

phastos

ying li

meredith quill

may parker

frigga

t’chaka

hank pym

melina vostokov

yondu udonta

alexei shostakov

clint barton

odin

xu wenwu

wanda maximoff

howard stark

ego

thanos

#mcu #ashleys hot takes #yeah i feel like i got everybody #i didnt watch fatws but i guess sarah wilson is up there too #this is going off of my personal opinion/interpretation and canon facts of how good of parents the characters are

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nyx-aira · 2 years

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February Nights

| Melina x Reader |

Summary: Although Melina isn't the biggest romantic she's still gonna make sure to give you something special.

A/N: And here is Melina <3

PSA: Do NOT copy, steal, translate, plagiarize, republish, etc any of my works on Tumblr or any other platform. Also, do NOT claim any of my works as your own. All of these works are either requests I’ve gotten that people have wanted me to write or original ideas I’ve had for works. If you happen to take inspiration from anything I’ve written and want to write something inspired by that, please a) ask me first and b) IF I say yes, credit me as inspo in your post by tagging me and link whatever work of mine that inspired you. Thanks.

PSA c/@ynscrazylife

Melina knew it was valentine's day but she had never been a fan of the concept. Spending money on this one day of the year just to show your partner that you love them was a strange concept to her and if she was honest it was a bit tasteless as well.

That's why Melina was currently dragging you on top of the roof, the cold February air freezing your hands in seconds.

"You know I love you Melina but why are we climbing our roof in the middle of the night?"

"Just wait a second, my dove, we're almost there." With these words she pulled you up and your eyes widened in surprise.

The roof was covered in a mountain of blankets and there was a small lantern next to them, flickering softly in the moonlight.

"I know it's not a romantic dinner or a date with flowers and chocolate but to watch the most beautiful thing in the universe and have the opportunity to go stargazing as well is hopefully just as good."

You smiled at her, although you weren't sure she really saw it and buried yourself in the mountain of blankets, Melina not far behind.

She cuddled close to you and pressed a short kiss to your temple before she put out the candle.

The nightsky glimmered like a bag of crystals, the milky way visible like a white band that was pulled across the sky and the billions of stars, one shining brighter than the other. It was a beautiful night and it was even more beautiful because Melina had the most precious thing in the world in her arms.

"I love you, my dove."

"I love you too, my Melina, just as beautiful as the stars above us."

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Taglist: @escapetodreamworld @midnight-lestrange @ynscrazylife @sokovianheadtilt @wandaswifeyforlifey @scarthefangirl @procrastinatingsapphictrash @ineffablebean @official-clint-barton @wlwlovesreading @multifandomfix @fairydxll @itsyourgirlmalise @eilarch @marvelwomen-simp @vostokoffscottage @sapphic-stress @lilian-maximoff @scarjo-wife @booklovinbi

#melina vostokoff x reader #melina vostokov x reader #melina x reader #melina vostokoff #melina vostokov #melina #marvel #mcu #valentines day #aira's valentine's day event

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smokestarrules · 2 years

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At six years old, here are the three things Yelena knows:

One: the plane is down the highway, across two sidestreets, and hidden under the first building’s tarp. From the house it is five miles in total. If necessary, Yelena can make it there under an hour and a half.

Two: Yelena’s not supposed to talk much in front of people who aren’t her family; not until her accent improves, at least, or else she’ll be made fun of. She is only to say something when she is absolutely sure she can say it without an accent. Natasha is better about that than she is.

Three: pain always makes you stronger.

#marvel #black widow #yelena belova #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #alexei shostakov #melina vostokov #dreykov #smokey writes

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higherfurther-romanova · 3 years

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Marvel Masterlist

↳ Anything owned by marvel. X-Men, Avengers, etc. I write for Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers, Peggy Carter, Yelena Belova, Melina Vostokov, Jean Grey, Raven, etc. (just ask lol)

DC Masterlist

↳ Again, anything owned by DC. I write for Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers, Harley Quinn, and Alex Danvers for now.

Game of Thrones Masterlist

↳ Game of thrones, I write for Sansa, Daenerys, and Arya. I DO NOT write smut for Arya.

Casts/Celebrity Masterlist

↳ I do not write smut for any celebrities anymore. But I am happy to write any other genre.

Kinktober Masterlist

↳ Kinktober is just around the corner 👀 had to get off my ass and do something I guess.

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sylviegirlfriend · 3 years

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A little more about requests...

Hey! To finish the posts for today I’m gonna give you guys more information about what/who i write or not here...

MALE CHARACTERS FOR YOUR REQUESTS:

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Clint Barton

Peter Parker

Tobey!Peter (Peter 2)

Andrew!Peter (Peter 3)

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

T’Challa

Vision (yea ;))

Pietro Maximoff (only MCU’s Pietro, not X-Men)

Scott Lang

Peter Quill

Mobius

Alexei Shostakoff (yeah, why not?)

Stephen Strange (just realize that i forgot the king srry)

FEMALE CHARACTERS FOR YOUR REQUESTS:

Carol Danvers

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Sylvie Laufeydottir

Gamora

Nebula

Peggy Carter

Sharon Carter

Yelena Belova

Agatha Harkness

Shuri Udaku

Okoye

Melina Vostokov

Kate Bishop

Monica Rambeau

GENRES OF IMAGINES AND ONESHOTS:

Fluff

Angst

Smut (not real smut, but mentions of it maybe...)

Dark!

WHAT I’LL NOT WRITE ABOUT:

Incest

BDSM

Major Character Death

Mentions of bullying (coming from the major character, in case, the reader)

So, as I always say, the requests are open! You can ask or write on the comments on my recent posts!

Thank you for reading!

- Gabs.

#avengers x reader #steve rogers x reader #tony stark x reader #bucky barnes x reader #thor odinson x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #carol danvers x reader #sylvie laufeydottir x reader #yelena belova x reader #mcu #marvel #oneshots #lgbt

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theunreliablewriter · 5 years

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Request Info

Hello, everyone!

I write Character x Fem!Reader stories/imagines/headcanons. Fluff, angst, and smut are accepted as long as they follow the guidelines. I also accept platonic requests.

I will not write about eating disorders, weight loss (physical insecurities are fine), nonconsensual sex, emotional/physical domestic violence, sexual degradation, physical punishments, or anything not listed here that I find myself to be uncomfortable with.

Also, I am a lesbian, and sometimes, I simply can’t get inspired to write for men. I will try my hardest to tap back into my twenty-one years of experience with comphet, but I can’t promise my AuDHD brain will find the motivation for it. I’m sorry in advance, if I can’t fulfill your request.

And, as mentioned above, I do have ASD and ADHD. My hyperfixations play a significant role in what I want and can get myself to write. So, again, I apologize if I cannot fulfill your request — at least not right away — due to this.

Fandoms/Characters/People:

* = Favorite to write for.

Crossed Out = Not currently writing for.

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger*

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Severus Snape

Remus Lupin

Lucius Malfoy

Star Wars

Rey*

Qi’ra

Kylo Ren*

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch*

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow*

Yelena Belova*

Okoye*

Dr. Jane Foster/Mighty Thor

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel

Melina Vostokov

Loki*

Tony Stark/Iron Man

Dr. Stephen Strange

Twilight

Bella Swan*

Rosalie Hale*

Leah Clearwater

Alice Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Edward Cullen

Jasper Cullen

DC Extended Universe

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman*

Harley Quinn*

Clark Kent/Superman

Game of Thrones (TV Series)

Daenerys Targaryen*

Margaery Tyrell

Brienne of Tarth

Cersei Lannister*

House of the Dragon

Rhaenyra Targaryen*

Daemon Targaryen*

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams*

Larissa Weems*

Enid Sinclair

American Horror Story: Hotel

The Countess/Elizabeth Johnson*

Celebrities

Lady Gaga*

Daisy Ridley*

Emilia Clarke*

Elizabeth Olsen*

Scarlett Johansson*

Florence Pugh*

Emma Watson*

Jenna Ortega*

Margot Robbie*

Adele*

Taylor Swift*

Tom Hiddleston

Important: Please, when you request, give me a good bit of detail. Don’t just simply say, “Wanda Maximoff x Reader.” Let me know what it is you want, and please specify if you want angst, fluff, etc.

Also Important: I will try to update as much as possible, but I am battling some personal issues with depression, which affects my motivation to write. So, please, be patient. :) Also, English is my first language, but I am dyslexic, so please excuse any word/letter flipping and misspelling I overlook, since I am a very lazy proofreader.

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to shoot me a message!

Thank you! Have a great day!

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lesbian-deadpool · 1 year

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Y/N: Hey, question.

Y/N: Does your mom like me?

Natasha: It's two in the morning.

Y/N: Yeah, but does she?

#source: ???#incorrect marvel quotes #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff #melina vostokov x reader #melina vostokov imagine #melina vostokov #widowfam #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #avengers #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #MCU x reader #MCU imagine #marvel #MCU

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gammacousin · 6 months

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Natasha Romanoff: “Where the hell are you taking my child?”

Yelena Belova: *carrying Rebecca* “To the woods.”

Natasha Romanoff: “With a cauldron?!”

Yelena Belova: “We have enemies to hex.”

Melina Vostokov: *carrying a camera* “I am coming too! It is her first spell casting!”

#yelena belova #Yelena #natasha romanoff #black widow #melina #melina vostokoff

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the-widow-sisters · 1 year

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I am in love with your adaptations of these characters. You're a really good writer. I remember that you said Melina was good with swords. I was wondering if you could do a story where Melina and Alexie visit the compound, and Melina challenges Kate to a duel. I just think it would be funny to see Nat freak out that Melina will hurt Kate, but then shocked that Kate is holding her own. Plus it would nice to see Kate's sword fighting in action.

A/N: Aww, thank you so, so much!!! I’m so glad that you like my fics and the way I write the characters 🥺💗

I’m sorry it took so long to do this one! 🥰💖 I hope it was worth the wait, though! I had to wait for the inspiration to recharge for the widow fam, lol 😂🤣

I hope you enjoy! 😊

Word Count: 4.4k+

“Where is he?! Where is Captain America?” Alexei questioned as he entered the gym of the compound, nothing but childlike glee written in his features as he turned to look at Natasha.

Alexei and Melina had come for a visit, and after much pleading and begging and attempts at convincing Natasha, they finally ended up coming to visit the compound. From the moment that it was confirmed they were going, Alexei had been constantly talking about Steve, and Natasha had been ready to pull her hair out from how much he had been yammering on about it. When they had finally gotten there, she had resolved to take them straight to the gym so this thing with Steve could get sorted out.

She had also asked Yelena to go fetch Kate so that she could see Melina and Alexei again. Kate was fond of them after meeting them that one time, and she had asked Natasha to tell her next time they visited. Well, as long as that visit was without Alexei the pig, of course.

Natasha let out a deep, long sigh at Alexei’s question, and she looked up in the vague direction of the ceiling.

“FRIDAY, can you please tell Rogers that he has an eager fan down here who’s excited to meet him?” Natasha spoke up, and Alexei furrowed his brow, looking at her like she lost her mind.

However, when FRIDAY spoke up in reply, he practically jumped out of his skin, looking up in surprise. Melina remained perfectly and completely calm as she looked up momentarily, listening to the AI speak.

“I will get right to it, Ms. Romanoff,” FRIDAY answered compliantly.

“I would not say fan… More colleague…. Or contemporary,” Alexei grumbled, and Melina nodded slowly, taking in all that was FRIDAY.

“Impressive. This Stark… He is quite advanced,” Melina expressed as she looked at Natasha with surprise and interest. Her eyes were sparkling in that manner that was so typical of her when science and technological advancement was brought into the equation. Natasha could not help the slight smile that came to her face, shrugging as she thought of one of their resident geniuses.

“Yes, definitely one of the smartest people in this compound. Just don’t let him hear you say that. We’ll never hear the end of it long after you two are gone,” Natasha explained with a small chuckle, and Melina nodded slowly, completely understanding what Natasha meant.

“He is braggart. I remember you saying as much,” Melina acknowledged, huffing ever so slightly. Natasha could not help how her smile grew a little more. What she would not have given for Tony to have heard Melina say that.

“He is more than a braggart. He is a narcissistic rich boy,” Yelena pointed out suddenly from where she came in behind Natasha. Natasha smiled gently, looking behind her as she took in the sight of Kate following Yelena into the gym.

“Kate Bishop!” Alexei cried, and Kate glanced at Natasha briefly before looking back at him as she grinned widely. Natasha knew what Kate was wordlessly saying. That was where Yelena got the saying both first and last names thing from.

“Hey!” Kate greeted, and her eyes suddenly widened ridiculously as Alexei dragged her into a hug. Kate hesitantly brought her arms around him, not really knowing how to handle it but going with the flow anyway.

He finally released her with a warm chuckle, and Melina approached her with a kind smile, reaching out and squeezing her shoulder.

“Kate,” she greeted simply, and Kate smiled happily back at her, straightening a little as she remembered last time that she had seen the two of them. One of Melina’s gripes was at Natasha for keeping her back hunched.

“It’s good to see you. And look, you keep back straight. Natasha, look at this girl. She keeps back straight. You hunch, see,” Melina rolled her shoulders forward, exhibiting her point, and Natasha groaned. Kate could not help a chuckle and a somewhat sly smile, and Natasha offered her a playful yet very much wicked glare as she silently promised trouble later for the mischievous kid.

“Hey, everyone,” Steve greeted suddenly, entering the gym, and Alexei instantly homed in on him. His entire expression lit up with an insane glint.

“Captain America… We meet again,” Alexei declared in a manner that seemed very much half-crazed, and Steve narrowed his eyes uncertainly, offering Alexei a onceover. He then looked at Natasha questioningly.

She just shrugged, unable to help a small smirk as she enjoyed his slight confusion. Even though Alexei had driven her insane, she could not help amusement at Steve. She always got a huge kick out of messing with him when she could.

“Umm… Hello,” Steve greeted, and Alexei grinned widely and wickedly, moving closer as he puffed himself up to his full height.

“You remember me, don’t you?” Alexei asked, stalking toward him as he attempted mysteriousness but ultimately pulled off goofiness. Steve eyed him for a long moment, not sure what to say and definitely not remembering him.

“Well… A refresher would be good,” Steve tried to keep his tone amicable despite the fact that he looked utterly confused beyond belief. Alexei looked at him with slight disappointment, but he quickly recovered, keeping his back straight and a confident gleam in his eyes as he watched him.

“I am… the Red Guardian,” he told him. Awkward silence filled the room as Steve was desperately scanning his mind for any memory of the person before him, and Alexei was proudly standing before him.

After a moment, Alexei looked back at Melina smugly, grinning as he raised his eyebrows.

“I have left him speechless,” Alexei winningly told her as if it were some manner of great accomplishment. Melina let out a tired sigh, not knowing what to say but not bothering with trying to spare him of inevitable embarrassment.

“Umm… Red Guardian… That’s a DC comics superhero?” Steve questioned, squinting a little as he looked at Alexei questioningly. Alexei instantly looked terribly crestfallen and utterly offended.

“No! I am not fake hero from comic book! I am the Red Guardian!!! Soviet Super Soldier!” Alexei proudly declared, puffing up a little more as he tried to muster his most fearsome stance. Steve was quiet for a moment, finally nodding slowly.

“Okay… You’re a super soldier?” Steve questioned, and Alexei looked offended at the fact that Steve had the nerve to even remotely question his words.

“Yes!” Alexei cried in reply. Yelena chose that moment to make her approach, a smirk playing across her face as she decided to take this opportunity to hurry the process to making things interesting.

“This is dad, Star Spangled Speedo. He formally challenges you to a spar here in the arena,” Yelena explained, stepping up next to Alexei as she patted his shoulder. Alexei furrowed his brow, looking at her unhappily.

“I wanted to say that!” Alexei whined, and Steve squinted, looking between them in shock.

“Your dad?”

“Yes, it is our dad,” Yelena declared, gesturing between her and Natasha. “Keep up.”

“Do you accept the challenge?” Alexei asked, mustering his greatest and most threatening voice. Steve finally nodded, getting it as he finally understood what Alexei was wanting him to do.

“Well… It can be arranged… Let’s just give each other some time to warm up—”

“No time for warm-up. We put on gloves and go straight for it like men. Like our real battle so many years ago!” Alexei excitedly declared, smacking his fist into his hand. Natasha just groaned, she and Melina sharing a glance as Steve reluctantly agreed.

Alexei and Steve headed over to the equipment, putting on their gloves, and they headed to the arena. Melina, Natasha, Yelena, and Kate all approached the edge of the arena, getting ready to witness the outcome of this fight.

Kate leaned close to Natasha from where she was standing at her side, and she whispered to her softly.

“Do you think your dad’s going to win?” Kate questioned, her tone soft, and Natasha just shook her head.

“I hope not,” Natasha drily replied, and Kate just huffed, grinning as she leaned into Natasha’s side playfully.

“Don’t you want your dad to win? He’s your dad,” Kate pointed out, laughing a little as she kept her voice down.

“Yeah. And that’s exactly why I don’t want him to. We’ll never hear the end of it, and we’ll have to suffer through countless future visits with him recounting the time he beat Captain America for a second time,” Natasha explained, and Yelena suddenly leaned in on Natasha’s other side, raising an eyebrow.

“What are we discussing?” Yelena glanced at Kate but primarily focused her attentions on Natasha.

“Not wanting your dad to win,” Kate laughed a little, and Yelena rolled her eyes, looking just as impressed with the situation as Natasha seemed.

“If he wins… It’s going to be bad,” Yelena declared, her having nothing but the utmost of confidence in the statement.

Kate raised her eyebrows, shrugging as she decided to watch and see what happened. She did not quite know their dad as well as they did, but she suspected that they were probably right. She just wanted to give them a little bit of a hard time and mess with them a little.

Alexei and Steve hoisted themselves into the arena, the both of them taking off their shoes. Steve rolled his shoulders, loosening them, and Alexei stretched his arms, his elbows extending as far backward as he could make them. Steve bounced on his toes lightly, getting the blood pumping, and Alexei pulled his shirt off as he got into his pose as he prepared to fight.

Melina whistled in admiration, and Yelena instantly facepalmed. Natasha wrinkled her nose just a little in disgust as Yelena lingered close to her. Kate snorted, no doubt enjoying their somewhat childish display. Seeing them both cringing and squeamish over their parents was such a typical kid-like thing, and it was odd to see two full-grown widows acting so hilariously goofy.

Alexei gazed at her proudly as he puffed up a bit, far too pleased with himself as he looked at her happily.

“I will win this one for you, my dear,” Alexei promised, nodding to her, and Melina just smiled a little in reply to him. Yelena turned her head to look at Melina.

“Ugh… Did you really have to do that?” Yelena asked Melina, nothing but the utmost revulsion in her tone. Melina shrugged, smiling a little as she redirected her attention to Alexei. Yelena and Natasha shared a disgusted glance before mirroring her action.

“Are you ready, Captain America?” Alexei questioned, ready to go as he eyed Steve. Steve had not bothered taking his shirt off, but his feet were bare.

“Yep. You can call me Steve, though,” Steve said, smiling kindly, and Alexei shook his head slowly.

“No, I must call you by your title. It is form of respect for my opponent. After all, we are like two sides of same coin, yes?” Alexei stated proudly, and Steve just huffed a little, shaking his head.

“I guess,” he conceded, quite obviously not sure what Alexei meant but humoring him anyways. He nodded to him, and the battle begun.

Alexei wasted no time as he lunged forward, attempting to grab him. Steve quickly dodged, and while it was apparent that Alexei had the size advantage even over Steve of all people, it was also equally apparent that Steve had the advantage in speed and in almost every other skill.

Alexei turned quickly, facing Steve as he chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

“You are fast… But not fast enough for the Red Guardian,” Alexei proudly announced before moving in and swiftly throwing a punch, attempting to grab him just afterward. Steve evaded the punch easily, and Alexei’s hand gazed him.

At that moment, Steve took the opportunity to lightly punch him in the stomach, not truly wanting to cause harm but also offering just a bit of a fight. Alexei let out a sharp breath with the hit, turning toward him as he narrowed his eyes.

“You’re a bigger guy. Try shooting more for defense and striking when my guard’s down,” Steve instructed, and Alexei snorted with disdain.

“The Red Guardian does not sit and wait. The Red Guardian attacks without warning,” Alexei told him before suddenly reaching out and striking. Steve brought an arm up to block him, and Alexei did actually manage to make contact this time.

Alexei took the opportunity to throw several more punches, and Natasha just watched, quietly and wordlessly hoping that Steve would quit taking it easy on him and do something already.

Steve finally moved forward, punching him with more force than he had before, and Alexei stumbled backward, surprise written in his features. Yelena took that as her opportunity to speak up.

“Come on, you pansies, stop holding back!” Yelena called, announcing Natasha’s thoughts. Yelena flashed Natasha a knowing look, having apparently known what Natasha was thinking and having chosen to help her out. Natasha gazed at her gratefully, a slight smile on her face as she redirected her attentions back to the two fighting.

Steve waited for a moment, Alexei throwing out a kick as he tried to throw Steve off. However, using the fact that Alexei was off-balance in the aftermath of the kick, Steve grabbed his leg, pulling forward. With the movement, Alexei suddenly hit the mats with a loud boom, and his eyes went wide, shock written in his features. Steve looked down at him, offering a smile as he extended his hand.

“Best two out of three?” Steve suggested, and Alexei shook his head, quick to argue against the fact that Steve had actually won this one.

“Look, look, that was not technically win. See, I let you have upper hand to trick you,” Alexei insisted, and Steve just huffed a little as Alexei started trying to sit up, his beer gut getting the better of him as he fought against it.

“Sure,” Steve replied simply, and Alexei finally managed to get to his feet.

“No, no, let’s go again! I will show you this time!” he cried, and they went at it again.

Melina let out a breath as she shook her head. The women headed away from the ring, stepping back a bit as they moved to talk amongst themselves.

“While he is having legendary battle with Captain America… I remember you said you are good with swords? Why don’t we spar and you show me your skill?” Melina suggested as she directed her attentions to Kate, her eyes glowing with the idea of the challenge. Kate glanced at Natasha uncertainly, but despite that evident trepidation in Kate’s expression, Natasha could tell that she was about to agree.

Therefore, Natasha herself stepped in, not about to allow Kate to fall into that trap. She knew Melina, and she knew that Melina sometimes did not know when to restrain herself. Despite the kindness that lived within her heart, there was a cruel streak as well, and Natasha was not always sure where they each began and ended.

Natasha shook her head, speaking up.

“Look, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Kate’s good, but you’ve… You’ve been through extensive training your entire life, and—”

“C’mon, Tasha! She won’t hurt me. It’s just a spar, so we won’t even be using the real sharp ends,” Kate tried to persuade her, and Natasha just looked at her carefully as another thud from Alexei hitting the floor sounded off again.

Natasha assumed that Kate likely wanted to do this both because she loved sword-fighting and also because the idea of training with someone this experienced was a tantalizing thought. She just wished that Kate did not want to take Melina of all people up on a sparring offer.

Just as Natasha opened her mouth to speak and continue her argument, Melina suddenly interjected, adding in her own comment.

“I was trained using sharp ends, but I suppose exception can be made,” Melina pointed out, and Natasha let out a long breath, looking at Melina in warning. This entire idea did not make Natasha feel too good, and Melina’s words were not helping.

“Look, Natashka, if Little Bishop thinks she can handle Mom Melina, let her go. I would like to see her thrown on her butt,” Yelena explained, and Kate nodded along in complete agreeance until she fully focused on the last statement. She furrowed her brow, looking at Yelena swiftly.

“Wait… Which one of us are you talking about?” Kate asked uncertainly, and Yelena shrugged nonchalantly, nothing but the utmost of indifference in her body language.

“Either, honestly,” Yelena laughed far too wickedly, and Melina just eyed her daughter wisely.

“Do not worry, I will not disappoint. Kate is skilled, I am sure, but not everyone has been through Red Room over four times,” Melina declared, a certain weariness in her tone but also a decided pride in her ability to endure and survive.

Kate raised her eyebrows, looking at Natasha in horror as she took in fully what that meant. Natasha sighed, looking at her tiredly as Kate finally realized what she had been trying to tell her all this time.

They headed over to the swords, and Melina examined the weapons on the wall. She considered them for a long moment before finally picking one that she wanted.

Kate looked at Natasha worriedly as she realized that this was not going to be quite like fencing. This was going to be heavily dependent upon how well that Kate had learned from Clint as well as some of her fencing skills. Kate let out a breath as she went for the sword that she always chose during sparring practice.

Kate took down a chest piece and Melina turned to face her as she let the tip of the sword touch the ground, her hand resting on the hilt as she waited for Kate to put on her armor. Kate looked at her uncertainly.

“Umm… Aren’t you going to put on some armor?” Kate asked tentatively, and Melina shook her head, nothing but utter calmness in her gaze as she regarded the girl.

“That will not be necessary,” Melina answered levelly, not betraying any emotion as she continued to wait. Kate swallowed, raising her eyebrows as she slipped on her chest armor.

Natasha stepped up next to her, grabbing a helmet. As soon as Kate looked up at her, Natasha reached up and sat the helmet on her head, pushing it down so that it was fully covering her face and neck. Kate just huffed a little, and Natasha looked at her carefully.

“Are you sure about this?” Natasha asked softly, and Kate nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Well… Be careful, and give her all you got,” Natasha whispered to her, lifting the helmet just enough to lift herself on her tiptoes and kiss Kate’s nose.

Kate grinned and Natasha slid the helmet back down over her head. She moved out of Kate’s way, letting her head over with Melina to the mats on the floor that were not part of the arena that Alexei and Steve were currently sparring in.

At telltale thud sounded again, and Natasha glanced over, noting Alexei on the floor yet again. Natasha shook her head, looking back at the situation at hand.

They bowed to one another, and they drew their swords, preparing as they got into stance. Melina eyed her carefully, remaining loose yet disciplined in her motion as she prepared. Kate watched her closely, and Natasha and Yelena stood to the side.

They were circling around each other, and Natasha already did not like the looks of it. She did not want to see Kate hurt even on accident.

“Somebody move already. You look like hermit crabs with how you’re walking sideways around each other,” Yelena rushed them, and with the urging, Kate suddenly moved forward, striking.

Instantly, Melina blocked it, starting to move in on Kate. Kate stopped her swiftly, the clang of metal resounding with her forceful halting of the movement.

“Hm. Quick reflexes,” Melina nodded slowly, observing Kate.

“Thanks. One of my strong points,” Kate grinned a little before moving in for more action.

Natasha held her breath inadvertently, unable to help the fear running through her. She mostly trusted Melina but things happened. Melina simply maneuvered her sword, stopping each of Kate’s hits, and with Kate’s last blow, Melina hit her sword, bringing up her hand as she shoved Kate backward. Kate was thrown off a bit, but she quickly recovered.

“You focus too much on offensive tactic,” Melina pinpointed, and Kate shrugged just a bit.

“I like winning,” Kate admitted, joking in her tone but also quite a bit of truth in the statement. Melina narrowed her eyes.

“Perhaps. But trying to land hits only tires you out. Opponent takes advantage and makes strike when you are catching breath,” Melina pointed out just before leaping into action, pulling out moves that were not exactly the clean techniques taught in fencing. Kate dodged the first one and successfully blocked the second. She then moved in with a counterstrike that actually made notable contact with Melina’s windbreaker jacket where it had gathered up around her waist.

Natasha could not help but find herself extremely impressed with her other baby sister figure. For Kate to have actually gotten in a hit on someone as seasoned and skilled as Melina spoke volumes of Kate’s own ability at her young age.

Melina paused, raising an eyebrow before looking back at Kate.

“Impressive. I suppose time for holding back is passed,” Melina told her, and Kate’s eyes went wide as Melina moved in swiftly, throwing strike after strike as she relentlessly fought Kate. Kate swiftly blocked her, dodging and doing all that she could to keep Melina from getting a hit.

“Holding back? I’m barely breaking a sweat,” Kate managed to breathe as she blocked Melina.

“Keep garbage talk at minimum,” Melina successfully used the phrase completely incorrectly, and Kate could not help but laugh despite how much of her focus was being centered on keeping Melina’s hits at bay.

Natasha watched nervously, having to hold herself back from moving in and interfering. Yelena took her hand softly, squeezing it in reassurance as she excitedly watched the fight without a word.

“Wow, you’re good,” Kate confessed as she continued to block. Melina huffed slightly.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” Melina informed her before unexpectedly jabbing a couple of times, and Kate barely managed to block them. Melina then laid a blow across Kate’s chest armor. Kate happened to lose her footing as she reached the edge of the mats, and Melina threw in a final blow to her chest, causing Kate to fall on her behind. Kate looked up at Melina in surprise, and Melina smiled just a little, amusement reading in her features.

“Wow… Fake-out followed by hitting while they’re down,” Kate breathlessly acknowledged the technique.

“First rule of Red Room fighting. Play dirty if needed,” Melina said, and Kate could not help but laugh a little as she took her helmet off. She reached up, grabbing Melina’s offered hand, and Natasha stepped closer with Yelena at her side.

“Well, this isn’t the Red Room. But playing dirty is a valuable skill,” Natasha allowed, looking at Melina with some fondness in her eyes.

She was pleased with the older woman for not hurting Kate, and while she had not been entirely convinced that she would, she knew what Red Room training could do, especially when someone was cycled through as many times as Melina had been in her lifetime.

Melina just smiled, a poorly disguised love in her expression as she gazed at her oldest daughter.

“You have trained her well. She is better than some widows with her sword,” Melina complimented, and Kate’s eyes lit up with excitement as she eyed her.

“Let’s not blow Kate Bishop’s head up too big,” Yelena declared, and Natasha just huffed a little, smirking playfully at her.

Despite Yelena’s comment, Natasha could not help but feel her heart swell with pride. It was both a compliment to her ability to teach and to Kate’s talent, and Natasha was proud on both accounts. Of course, Clint had taught her sword fighting primarily, but Natasha had a role in it as well, and she had been the one to teach her the concept of fighting dirty.

“Thank you. Hawkeye trained her primarily in sword fighting, but she’s had experience with me pulling dirty moves on her in sparring,” Natasha explained, giving credit where credit was due, and Kate could not help but laugh a little as she looked at her.

“I’ll say. She’s knocked me on my butt tons of times with those dirty moves,” Kate spoke up, and Natasha smiled at her slyly. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, however, they were suddenly interrupted by a thud. It was different from the giant, earth-shaking, telltale thud of Alexei hitting the floor, and it immediately drew the attention of all four of the women.

To their shock and horror, Steve was lying on the floor, and Alexei was looking down at him in surprise as he stood there, his mouth hanging open. He slowly looked up at Melina before grinning widely, raising his arms victoriously.

“I defeated Captain America!!!!” he cried, and Natasha just gaped, trying to figure out how. The floor where Alexei and Steve had been fighting was covered in wetness, and it was then that she realized that Alexei was dripping in sweat. He must have gotten the floor wet from the amount of times that he hit the floor from Steve knocking him down, and Steve must have slipped and fell as a result.

Natasha could not help but feel her stomach turning just a bit from the thought of that much sweat coming off of him.

Melina clapped for Alexei, offering a small and short whoop, and he bowed as Steve dragged himself to his feet, the unexpected fall having knocked the breath out of him.

Yelena slowly looked at Natasha in utter horror and Natasha looked at her and Kate, nothing but the utmost dread in her gaze. There was a moment of silence between the three until Kate suddenly burst into laughter, far too amused, and Yelena rolled her eyes with a groan.

“At least you don’t have to visit them on all holidays… We’re never hearing the end of it,” Yelena pointed out.

Kate just laughed harder.

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Whumptober2021 (Masterlist) (Chapter 3)

Day 4 - Taken Hostage

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(Gif not mine- warnings for torture (explicit) and Red Room flashbacks)

The first thing she notices is that she’s being dragged.

It hurts.

They’ve taken her shoes. The top of her feet rub against the hard concrete floor. The pulling on her arms is not gentle.

She loses time.

Natasha is tied to a chair. Lights are pointed at her face. She winces and tries to shy away from it, closing her eyes.

They’ve taken her shoes, her pants and top leaving her in her underwear and singlet.

The top of her feet hurt but she can’t see the damage because of the light pollution in the space.

It calms her slightly that they’ve left her in a singlet, and that even though she was unconscious, she doesn’t feel violated.

It’s important.

She tests the ties that bind and finds they haven’t even given her an inch. The gag makes her mouth dry and it’s hard to breathe unless she focuses on it.

If they’re Russian, they’ll leave her alone for a bit, let her panic and stress.

She knows every specialized unit around the world has a distinctive way of torture, she’d rather just get it over and done with so she knows how to play this.

She falls asleep. Makes her body relax and takes the calm before the storm. Before suffering overrides her senses and the discomfort of pain makes it impossible. It’s not like she can do anything else.

She’s woken with her head pulled back and water poured over a towel.

Panic makes her take a deep breath, and instantly regret it as water invades all her senses, in her nose to the back of her throat, past the gag.

She makes a noise of protest and pulls against her bonds.

And then.

It’s stops.

Coughing, she tries to expel the water past her gag.

Definitely Russian then, she surmises. This is nothing new. She sucks in a breath and holds it.

They realise what she’s doing and punch her hard in the stomach. She can’t help to breathe in, taking water and coughing it back out.

It disorientating and painful.

Her chest hurts as she coughs, she knows they’ll do it again, probably three or four times before they ask her questions and she braces for the assault.

There’s two of them. One that sets up the camera and the lights and the other one with the gun.

“Where is Melina Vostokov?” They ask, producing a knife.

Natasha has no idea and tells them as such by raising her eyebrows and shrugging. No need for bravado.

She could make up an answer but that might be for later, if things get bad.

The one with dead sunken eyes stares at her with a mix of disgust and apathy.

She turns her attention to him, marking him clearly as the head of, whatever this operation is.

He cuts her arm and she compartmentalizes the pain.

It’s easy.

It’s child’s play.

They ask her about the North Institute and the experimentation done there.

She has no idea what they’re talking about.

Do they know that Melina is dead?

They cut her thigh.

They must know how ineffective this is.

They repeat the question.

‘We know you were there.’ They tell her and she shrugs.

The gag bites into the corner of her mouth, as she longs to ask them questions back. It’s clear that even though they’re asking questions, they don’t care much for the answers.

They cut her other thigh. She feels the blood drip down. She feels lucky that she heals well, whatever serums they gave her in childhood had a protective healing factor.

She rarely scars, and when she does she keeps them, because they speak of deep hurts.

Physical or emotional it doesn’t matter.

Two more cuts and each one is weeping, dripping blood. It tickles as it drips down.

They stop and the man looks on passively as he brings out a bottle of clear liquid. He pours it in one of the cuts and she snarls in the unexpected pain.

Alcohol. He then pulls a match.

She watches in horror as he drops it onto her skin sealing the wound and burning it shut. They put it out and rub.

Natasha screams, she can’t help herself. The smell of burning flesh invades her senses and she whites out.

It’s repeated.

She doesn’t even know the questions they ask, there’s ringing in her ears and blood in her mouth. By the time they’re at the third, she’s gone.

She can’t stay present.

Her body feels cold and skin feels hot.

The man steps back as he takes stock of his work. He slaps her face and her eyes roll to where the threat comes from.

“Just like your sister.” He says sarcastically and then injects her in the neck.

She dreams she’s back in the red room. It’s distorted but feels real.

Girls always come and go, and she wonders just how many are housed in the facility. They won’t her where Yelena is. They say that she’s dead, they say that she’s alive.

She went looking and got punished. She asked questions and the whole class got punished.

It was enough to make her stop.

For now anyway.

There’s a new girl. She’s blonde like Yelena and Natasha is put in charge of training her.

It’s a trap she knows. She knows what they’re getting at, but she can’t help but feel a kinship to her.

Oksana makes it through the first wave of training and Natasha is proud.

She finds her crying in the bathroom one night, wrapping her ribs that are clearly broken. There’s scratches on her back that Natasha tends to silently.

“Why are you helping me?” Oksana asks her.

Natasha has wondered the same thing.

“There’s always those we can’t save,” she justifies.

“Pain only makes us stronger, see?” Natasha pulls the bandages tight.

“Don’t let them see you cry ok?” She feels the need to give her advice and hopes that someone had done it for Yelena.

“You can bite the inside of your cheeks, or go somewhere in your head. If you’re struggling look up, it’ll hold the tears in.” Natasha looks around and pauses.

“I’ll stay with you. They’ll be back for rounds, I’ll wake you and we’ll go back, ok?”

Oksana nods, clearly spent.

“You can lean on me if you want.” Natasha offers, curling an arm around her ignoring the flinch from touch.

She’s got them to remove the gag and she takes it as a win. Tells them something arbitrary about the north institute being in Ohio, and asks for water. They laugh as they take the gag off and pour water over her face again.

Pain floats in her body as her burns pulse and glow red. She wishes they’d leave her alone but at the same time, she wants to ask them questions.

She wonders if Yelena is in the same building or if they’ve completely separated them. If they are together in someway here, it’ll be the closest they’ve been since she was 11.

Despite the fact that her lungs are likely filled with water and she’s excited, the nervous energy of seeing her again, bubbles deep down.

The door opens and another man walks in. He scrapes a chair along the ground and sits in front of her.

The lights go off and all Natasha can see is flashes of light. Even closing her eyes doesn’t make it disappear.

“We want to show you something.”

They bring out a tablet that looks suspiciously like stark tech and they open the video.

It’s Yelena.

Everything they’ve done to Natasha, they do to her.

Mirrored images.

“I’m going to kill you,” she says clearly, despite the pain in her throat from screaming.

He laughs.

“That’s what she said,” and he laugh again.

Natasha wants nothing more than to break out of the restraints that hold her and snap their necks, but it’s not the right time.

She needs to know where Yelena is. Even if she escapes, this was all for nothing if she can’t get Yelena out with her.

They finish the video on injecting Yelena with something and they shut it off.

Standing over Natasha they ask her about disks, but when she stares at them with malice, they shrug and inject her too.

(Next chapter is Nat and Yelena reunion)

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