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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 9 months

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Russian literature

Warnings: Age difference, teacher-student relationship, alternate universe - pre-canon, alternate universe - canon divergence, slow burn (?)

Word count: 2.0 K

Pairing: Melina Vostokoff x Fem!Reader

Prompt: It is literally a transcript of a dream I had with the actress Rachel Weisz. Modify a bit and change her to her character Melina hers.

Requests: OPEN

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"You may retire to your recess."

Without waiting for any further response from teacher Maria, I took my best friend's hand and my glass of cold coffee and we left the room.

Since we arrived at Italian class in the middle of the day, Daniela repeatedly insisted that at recess time, I had to accompany her to the school cafeteria, since she had not had breakfast.

The Italian teacher was very strict with schedules, so we knew we only had fifteen minutes to get some food (and a candy for me) and another fifteen minutes to eat in peace.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom first?" asked Daniela stopping in front of the bathroom door as I rearranged my top.

"Dani, we don't even have time to eat" we both laughed as I took her hand and dragged her to the main hallway that connected the five buildings on the inside. "Besides, if we don't go right now and we go in the middle of class, the teacher can't ask us any of the vocabulary questions."

"Agh, I know. The lady thinks for some strange reason, we had ALL weekend to study irregular verbs, doesn't she know that her subject is a complementary to my college degree?" we both laughed.

"She's crazy, did you see how she looked at me when I answered 'io vorrei' wrong?"

Before Daniela could answer me, next to her, a woman passed by, with a fair complexion, a big but pretty nose, and beautiful brown hair.

I could see her moving her head from side to side. She was looking for something.

Many people would say it was 'chivalry', my friends (Daniela) that I'm a fucking flirt, but I would say, it was both and neither.

I quickly let go of Daniela's arm, turned and reached for the poor woman.

"Hi, hey, do you need help?"

My stomach turned when I saw her eyes. Oh, my mother. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met.

"Hi, excuse me, do any of you know how to get to the literary studies department?"

That's when I was grateful for studying 'literature' in college. "Oh sure, if you want we can take you there."

I couldn't see her, but I could even notice Daniela's panicked look behind my back.

"Oh, no need, I just don't know which building it's in" commented the woman with a nervous chuckle as she crumpled a piece of paper in her hands.

"We have no problem accompanying you. These hallways can be confusing" The woman gave me a charming smile, to which I responded and we both set out to walk from building 'D' to 'A'. "By the way, my name is Y/N and this is my friend Daniela."

For the first time, the woman looked directly at my friend and my friend just said a small 'hello' and raised her hand in greeting.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Melina."

"Do you study here, Melina?"

Damn, saying her name was completely addictive.

"Not really. Do you?"

"Yes, we are in our third semester of college."

"Third semester, they look so young" she commented raising an eyebrow.

"Well, thank you, but, that doesn't take my years off."

We both laughed while Daniela just followed us without mentioning anything.

After a few minutes, we arrived at the site, where we were quickly greeted by Sabrina, the department secretary.

"Hi Sabrina, how are you?" opened the door Daniela and let us in, as she waved.

"Hi girls, well thank you, how about you?"

"Well, thank you very much for asking."

"Melina, this is Sabrina, the secretary of the study department."

"You are Melina Vostokoff?"

"That's right."

"Oh, Mr. Hudson is busy, but he'll be able to see you in a few minutes, would you like some coffee or something?"

"coffee be excellent" before she sat down in the waiting room, she put down her bag and looked at me and my friend. "Do you have classes to go to?"

"Yes…" Dani spoke

"No," I said.

She looked at us confused.

"Well, actually, we do have classes, but, it's nothing major."

"You know what" Daniela interrupted me "Can we have a few minutes?" she asked Melina "We want to go to the bathroom."

"I don't want to."

Daniela pinched me causing me to gasp.

"If you want."

She took my hand and dragged me to the bathrooms.

"Look, Y/N I don't know what you're up to and if you want to continue being a flirty fucking whore, but, we absolutely cannot skip Italian class, just because you want to stick your tongue down that woman's throat."

"Daniela, don't be a spoilsport, what can happen if we don't show up for the second half?"

"I don't know and I don't even want to find out. Let's go," she tried to grab my arm and pull me, but I held on to the door frame.

"I'm not leaving."

"Y/N, please let's go."

"No Daniela, if you want to go, go ahead, but I'm not leaving."

Daniela just frowned, pursed her lips, looked me up and down as her face turned red as a tomato. She was furious. But she left.

I walked over to the sink, drank some water and combed my hair and checked my makeup and clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

I entered the study department again and found a Melina sipping coffee, while on the coffee table, there was another coffee and multiple cookies.

"Oh, I asked Sabrina for another coffee, in case you'd like some."

"Thank you."

I sat down and quickly took a sip.

"Where is your friend?"

"She had to go."

We were both silent for a while, until a doubt came to me.

"May I know what you're going to talk to Mr. Hudson for?"

"I was hired to teach the Russian literature class."

Several of my friends were in French, Spanish, Latin American and other literature classes. But none of them had gotten into Russian, no one was interested.

"Oh, it sounds very interesting."

"Are you going into the classroom?"

"Of course. My favorite author is Russian"

"Really, who is it?"

"Vladimir Lenin"

"Excuse me, Mrs. Vostokoff," Sabrina interrupted us. "Mr. Hudson is ready to receive you."

"Oh thank you" she gathered her belongings and before walking to Professor Hudson's office, she turned to see me "Thank you so much for helping me."

"You're welcome, Mrs. Vostokoff," I winked at her, eliciting a chuckle.

She walked a few steps, so I turned to go back to my classroom, but her voice stopped me.

"Oh, by the way, Lenin was a politician. Not a writer."

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Well boys, that concludes today's class."

As I watched all my classmates gather their things and head out the door. I grabbed my notebook, pen and cell phone and stuffed it in my bag, but I stood watching as Melina began to close her laptop.

"Do you need anything T/N?"

"I wanted to ask if…can I buy you breakfast?"

She stopped putting her things away and looked me straight in the eye.

"Invite me, where to?"

"I know a coffee shop that's near here."

"Good" She finished putting her things away and put on her brown trench coat, it matched his eyes. Carefully, he rested her right hand on my left cheek and stroked my cheekbone with her thumb. "How many times have I told you to stop calling me 'you'?"

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I could confirm that I was fully in love with Melina Vostokoff.

For years I found it disgusting to eat in the company of someone outside my family circle. Because even when I was across the table, I could hear people chewing and swallowing; some even do it with their mouths open. It made me very, very disgusted.

But to see the Russian's white cheeks puffy from chewing her waffles, while her right hand tried to hide her mouth. Her eyes were on mine and her cheeks showed the shadow of a smile.

It was completely adorable.

"Can I tell you something?" asked Melina.

Her voice snapped me out of my trance and forced me to continue eating.

"Sure" I took a sip of my coffee.

"I think it was a bad idea for you to stick my subject into your schedule."

I choked on my coffee, sending me into a coughing fit. She quickly patted my back, causing my cheeks to redden.

"Why do you say that?"

"Are you kidding Y/N?" she guffawed "You suck at remembering anything about Russian literature. I bet you don't even remember one Russian author."

I could not help but laugh. She knew me.

"You're right, I suck."

"So… why are you taking the class?"

"Would you believe me if I told you I was getting into the class…for you?"

She stopped cutting her waffle and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Me?"

"Forgive me, but, you are too beautiful to see from afar."

Before she could answer me, her cell phone started ringing.

She pulled it out and quickly answered.

"Hey honey, is everything okay?" shit, she had a husband, why didn't I think of that great possibility, a woman like her who was single? impossible. "Hey, it's okay, when I get home I'll work it out. I promise. I love you" she hung up.

"Forgive me, I shouldn't have told you what I said. I don't want to interfere in your marriage…" I began to ramble as I tried to put the silverware down on the plate. My hands were shaking, but, she took one between hers.

"Marriage?"

"Ahh, it's not…" point to her cell phone on the table with my eyes.

"She was my oldest daughter, Natasha."

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I knocked on the door three times, and as I listened to the footsteps approaching the door, I arranged my dress and the bouquet of flowers in my hand.

The door opened with a crash.

"Y/N!"

"Yelena"

The little girl jumped into my arms, and even with my hands fully occupied, I was able to carry her.

"Are you coming to see mom?"

"Don't tell your mom, but I'm coming to see you, best friend."

With my index finger, I tapped her nose, causing her to wrinkle it.

"I promise."

"Hello, pretty girl."

Melina came downstairs wearing a white knit sweater I had given her last Christmas and some pants I had helped her buy. They hugged her hips in a phenomenal way. Her butt looked so sexy with them on.

"How are you?" I asked as I stole a kiss . "Iugh" Yelena made noise as if she was going to throw up. Causing me to let go of Melina and tickle the blonde girl.

"Come on little girl, I brought gifts for you and your sister."

"YEI, Nattie, Y/N brought gifts!"

The teenager's footsteps came down to us as her sister began to unwrap her new barbie.

"Hello Y/N"

"Hello red"

Red was my nickname for her. She would only let me call her that.

"What did you bring?"

"I figured you'd like a new skateboard…"

"Are you kidding!"

"Of course not" from the bag I pulled out Natasha's new skateboard, causing the little girl to let out a small squeal.

"Ah Y/N, thank you so much!" She grabbed the skateboard to hug me. I hugged her back. "I love you so much!"

"Did you already say thank you, Yelena?" asked Melina as she did her mom pose. Putting her hands on her waist.

"Thank you so much, Y/N" she also ran to hug me. "I love you."

"I love you too, love bugs…but go play, seize the day."

I didn't have to say it twice for them to run away.

"You didn't have to give them anything," Melina said.

"I know, but, I didn't want to leave my favorite girls without a gift."

"So your favorite girls, huh?"

"Hey, don't be jealous. You're my special girl too" I gave her the bouquet of roses and sunflowers I had bought especially for her.

I saw how her eyes sparkled and she brought her face close to smell the flowers.

"Have I told you that I love you?"

"Did I tell you?"

"Not that I remember," she joked.

"I love you, then."

"I love you so much more."

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doudouneverte · 1 year

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Drama Red

a/n: okay it's my first songfic, honestly it was cool and I plan to do a second but it's really hard to translate lyrics and try to keep some sense so sorry...

*not my GIF*

Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Summary: Natasha has only one question to ask you but before she thought about your life with her.

Type: Fluff

Warning: me being really bad for a first time like always

word count: 3298

Here is a link to the orignal song if you want (warning it's a french song)

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Natasha was sitting on your bed; she was looking at you while you finished your make-up. Today was Yelena's birthday, and Melina decided to do something special (just a party with the people she knows). A song was playing in the background, and she let herself get lost in her mind when she listened to the lyrics.

To find the love now, it's the grail.

A little bit of drama red on your lips

"Hey Nat, did you hear me?" You asked, and she came out of her trance just to look at you.

"Excuse me. What did you say?" She asked shyly, and you smiled at her.

"Do you think this lipstick is good?" you asked again, and she nodded. Nat brought you this just two days prior because it reminded her of you. "Are you sure because I don't want to look bad in front of your mom?"

"Oh come on, you know she loves you, maybe even more than me." She joked, and you kissed her before grabbing your purse and your present for her sister and leaving the house.

In the car, Natasha was playing the same song, and while you drove, she was focused on two things: you and how this song reminded her of you two.

We're not obligated to be enamoured to love each other.

The wedding is to please the motha.

But I'll even ask you if you want to marry me

Your relationship was not always so beautiful. When you met her, it was when Fury asked you to team up with her and Clint a few months after she joined the SHIELD. Even if the idea of pairing you with another young, talented agent was rather good to him, you and Natasha didn't match at first. She didn't want to make new friends, and you weren't strong enough to deal with her stubbornness.

It was like that until one mission. This mission was simple: infiltrate a base, steal some information, and come back to the headquarters. See? Pretty simple. But something happened, and you had to fight—just you two against an army of dangerous men, all armed and ready to kill you.

"Oh, super plan Y/n; now I hope you're ready to die." the Russian said, and you rolled your eyes.

"How should I've known there were so many guys?" you asked, and she felt more angrier.

"Maybe because we're in enmity territorial, тупица (dumbass)." the redhead replied, visibly angry.

"Oh, don't use the Russian card with me, Romanova."

"Don't call me like that."

"And don't call me dumbass."

"You understood?"

"Oh, come on, I'm an agent; I need to speak a lot of languages." you replied, and suddenly you noticed something. "Do you hear this?" you asked, and she looked confused.

"I don't hear anything," she replied.

"That's the point." you said and stood up from your hiding spot to look around "Where are they?" you asked to no one in particular.

"Y/n!" Natasha called you, and you immediately looked at her. "Look." she instructed, and you followed her finger to find a timer.

"What's sons of the b*tches. They had a bomb." you said quitely, and Natasha giggled. It was definitely not the reaction she expected. "Okay, I'll call Fury. And you, try to find a way to escape." you said.

"You're not the boss of me." she replied, and you groaned.

"It's really not the time for this Romanoff!" you yelled, and she flinched a little. "Sorry, but you need to hurry." you said, and she left. You took a moment to regroup and reorganize your mind. "Fury, we have a problem." you said through the communications.

"What is this agent Y/l/n?" he asked.

"There is a bomb, in front of me, ready to explode. I think I can stop it, but if I don't, I need you to come and bring back agent Romanoff." you announced and thought for a moment.

"I can send a group of men there, but agent Y/l/n, do me a favor." he said

"What?"

"Don't force me to inform your family that you didn't make it."

"Oh, come on, Fury, we both know you'll not have to do it." you replied, and he chuckled.

"Oh, so how much time?" he asked.

"Three minutes." you replied.

"It will be close, but they should be there in time. Good luck, Y/n." he said and ended the call.

Outside of the base, Natasha was anxious; she heard your conversation with Fury, and she couldn't stop thinking that maybe she should have stayed.

She wanted to come back for you when she heard the quinjet and an agent come out, and before he could say anything, the floor where she let you; explode. The two agents were both shocked, but fortunately for Fury, you found a way out of the chaos.

"What was that?" the agent said, and you didn't reply first to catch your breath.

"I didn't find a way to stop the bomb, so I did the most obvious thing." you said, and they both looked at you, expecting something more. "I made it explode a little earlier." you explained, and Natasha slammed your shoulder.

"You could have died." she said, and you could hear worry in her voice for the first time since you met her.

"You're welcome, agent Romanoff." You joked, and the agent rolled his eyes.

"Fury will not be happy." he said, and you made a weird face but didn't say anything. When you were back in the HQ, you couldn't stop yourself from tease Natasha, and to your own surprise, you earned the right to call her Natasha.

The time repair but look around us how the people are drifting apart

I have to change of my watch, to change of world

Look around us how the people are wrong

At her parent's house, you quickly made your way to the kitchen, where the star of the day was with her mom. "Happy Birthday, sister-in-law!" You greeted her, and she rolled her eyes. She really liked it when you called her that; she liked you, and honestly, you should already be her sister-in-law since a while if her sister was not so….Nat.

After you hugged the blonde, you walked immediately to Melina, who opened her arms wide for you. "How was the drive?" she asked.

"Pretty tiring, but we're finally here. You really should start to think about moving near us." you said, and she laughed

"Okay, I'll think about it for the next time, but right now, I think someone wants to see you." She pointed to the living room where Wanda was.You let out a little sigh and made your way into the room while Natasha stayed behind with the two women.

"Hey Wands, why this long face again?" You asked, sitting beside her, and she sighed.

"It's Vision," she confessed, and you rolled your eyes.

"Again?" you asked dramatically, and she let out a little chuckle. "What did he do this time?"

"Nothing." she replied, and you frowned your eyebrows.

"And where is the problem?" you asked, completely confused.

"I mean, maybe I was too harsh with him. Perhaps I should let him explain before I decide to end this." she said, and you nodded.

Vision and her recently broke up, and being the good friend you are, you tried your best to help her not regret what she did, but apparently it didn't work.

"You want to give him a second chance?" you asked, and even if you were furious with the fact that he made her cry, if she wanted to forgive him, who were you to say no?

I need rational love; I need to learn how to trust the human race.

I need to be sure that I am the problem.

I need to be sure that you are the cure.

"So?" Yelena asked, and her sister looked at her confused. "How's going with you and Y/n?"

"What do you mean?" The Natasha replied.

"Did you propose to her or not?" Melina said, and her eldest daughter sighed.

"Oh, come on, we already talked about it. I don't know if we're ready?"

"What do you mean? You're dating since five years now. I think you're ready." Yelena said, and her mom nodded to agree.

"Okay. But maybe I'm not ready." The redhead announced.

"You fought aliens together, and you think you're not ready?" The blonde asked, but her sister didn't have time to reply before Thor came to greet the young widow. The redhead used this distraction to leave this conversation.

I talk to her about me; she talks about us, 'bout us, 'bout us.

She's in love with the love, the love, the love, but...

Natasha made her way to the living room where you were, and she heard you talk with Wanda and Kate, who joined you a few seconds prior.

"Wait, a cat?" The archer said, and you nodded.

"Yeah, Natasha said she wants a cat. So I thought we could adopt one together, but for now she doesn't know, so don't ruin my surprise." You warned Kate, and she nodded quietly.

To find the love now, it's the grail.

A little drama red on your lips

Natasha didn't make her presence known for a moment. She just stayed here and looked at you while you talked and laughed with Kate and Wanda. Unfortunately for her, Melina came and stayed beside her.

We're not obligated to be enamoured to love each other.

The wedding is to please the motha.

"I know it looks like I want to control your life, but I think you really need to ask her." Melina said, and Natasha looked at her.

"What do you—" "Hey Nat, come here." The young archer exclaimed, and your girlfriend took a last look at her mom before she came and sat beside you.

The wedding is to please the motha.

But I'll even ask you if you want to marry me

When she sat, you placed your hand on her tight and she placed her hand in yours. She really wanted it, but she had to wait for the right moment. At least that's what she said to herself.

On all the streets of the city, we wandered.

Even if we don't marry, we will be happy.

You know I'm not the type to be engaged.

You know I'm more the type to be bored.

Natasha was playing with your hand while you were talking, and she unconsciously focused her gaze on your fingers. She couldn't help but think about this day one week ago, when you were doing shopping. You spotted a jewelry shop, and you stopped in front of the window to look at the necklace and the earrings. Your girlfriend stopped next to you, and her gaze fell on a beautiful ring. 'It'll look good on you' she thought, and before she could make this comment aloud, you dragged her to another bookstore for the third time this afternoon.

The Russian looked at you in the store; you were trying to find a new book for her, and she started to think about her life before you started dating. She didn't imagine herself in a relationship for five years, but maybe it was because they weren't you.

People who stay together for the life

Before they become lovers, they are friends.

We'll try to make one all night, but

We stay kids as long as our parents are alive

"Where is Lucky?" Yelena asked, and this brought back her sister from her memories.

"He's with my mom. He had an appointment with the vet, and he was too tired to come." The brunette said the blonde nodded. "If Melina had called me earlier, I would have brought him."

"It's not my fault if you are not aware of everything." Melina said, and you chuckled.

"Oh come on Melina, you called me when I was sleeping; I almost won't be able to come." Wanda spoke dramatically, and you laughed.

"Sorry, but you have bad timing, Melina." You said, and the older woman glared at you.

"Oh, and what were you doing, you two?" She said pointing at you and Natasha, but neither of you replied. You blushed, and Wanda gasped.

"It's totally gross." The sokovian said, and you chuckled. "And Nat, you really replied?" She asked, and your girlfriend blushed.

"Of course, I replied. She's my mom, and she could be scary when you don't reply to her calls." The Russian defends herself.

"But you were..." The witch spoke, and Yelena seemed to finally notice what you were talking about.

"Okay, can we not talk about my sister's sex life for my birthday, please?" The blonde asked, but it was more of an order. Kate fake gagged, and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh come on, stop acting like you just discovered that." You said.

"Y/n stop!" The two sisters said, and you laughed.

I talk to her about me; she talks about us, about us, about us.

She's in love with the love, the love, the love, but...

"Is it true that you want to move on?" Kate asked, and you frowned at your eyebrows.

"How do you know that?" You asked her.

"Clint told me." She replied and shrugged her shoulders.

"And it's true." Natasha said. "I want a big house. I mean, I love our house now, but I need a new training room." She explained.

"And we also need a porch, for our home date." You added, and your girlfriend chuckled. You were definitely the more romantic, but it's okay because you loved it.

To find the love now, it's the grail.

A little drama red on your lips

We're not obligated to be enamoured to love each other.

After a little more talk, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. When you left, all eyes were now on the redheaded Russian. She was totally oblivious because her own attention was focused on the wine glass on the table; there was a lipstick mark on it, your lipstick mark.

The wedding is to please the motha.

You came back but immediately excused yourself again, but to the kitchen now. And this time Melina cleared her throat, and her daughter looked at her.

"I think it's the best time now." Melina said, and Wanda and Kate looked at Natasha, confused.

"Wait, you didn't propose to her yet?" The young brunette said, and Natasha sighed.

"But why?" The sokovian asked this time.

"Apparently she's not ready." The blonde Russian said.

"What do you mean you're not ready?" Wanda asked, visibly shocked. "I've known you for a while now, and I think everybody here can confirm that nobody made you happier than her. So what is the problem?"

"But if she doesn't want?" Natasha asked, and Kate groaned.

"Oh come on, Nat, she called Yelena her sister-in-law, she only has an eye for you, and every time we talk about weddings, she's the most implied." The archer said.

"She has like, twenty wedding dresses in her gallery picture." Wanda said.

"And she even did the guess list." Yelena added, and her sister was shocked.

"Hear. She's totally ready and she wait you." Melina said. "You fought aliens and Nazis and took down one of the worst HQs in the world together. So why you should not be ready? You know everything about each other, and you love each other, despite the fact that you always act like an old married couple. So what's your point?"

Natasha processed all she heard and took a deep breath before standing up. "If she says no, I'll be desperate." She said before storming to the kitchen.

The wedding is to please the motha.

But I'll even ask you if you want to marry me.

"Hey babe, sorry I was about to come, but Lila sent me a video of this cat." You said when you saw Nat enter the kitchen. She stopped beside you, and you showed her the video.

"He's so cute." She cooed, and you smiled.

"Did you see that?" You looked at her, and she was nervous. Girlfriend instinct, you made her sit on the nearest chair and took her hands for a little reassurance. "What's going on?" You asked.

"I have something to ask you." She spoke, and you nodded. Okay, don't laugh. I didn't prepare anything." She warned you, and you nodded again. "Okay Y/n. I wanted to wait for the right time, but I found that there was really no wrong time; I was just afraid. We've been together for a long time now; you were with me during the attack on New York; you were here when we fought Hydra; we ran away together after the accords; and you helped me destroy the red room." She paused to take a breath. "I know I was not ready until now, and the girls said that I didn't really have to be scared or anything. I'm sure you already chose the dress, and apparently you even did the guess list. You're very precious to me, and what I could do without you..." She was rambling, but you stopped her.

"Wait, who told you about the guess list?" You asked.

"Yelena. But this is not the time now." She spoke, and you nodded. "So today I was like, 'no, Nat, she would never want to spend all her life with you, like, why?' but after I talked with the girls, they were like, Wait, you're totally dumb to think that she doesn't want it' and I was like, 'Really?', and they were like 'its obvious she want' and here we are now." She took a deep breath. "Man, I'm really nervous." She said, and you chuckled.

"Sooo?" you asked.

"Yeah, I want to ask you, do you want to marry me?" She asked, and she didn't let you have the chance to reply before she was rambling again. "Wait, you're not obligated or anything. It's not because we spent five years together that's mean you want to spend more. It's just you always so–"

You kissed her to stop her, and when you pulled away, she was confused. "Yes, Natasha, I want to marry you." You said, and she started to cry.

"You want to? Even though I'm definitely not the best–"

You kissed her again. "Yes, I want to marry you. And don't worry, I really think you're the best choice for me." You said, and she smiled. "Usually it should be the one who's been proposed who should cry." You joked, and she chuckled.

"I was nervous" she admitted, and you kissed her forehead.

"And how are you now?" You asked.

"Relive and happy." She said, and you smiled.

"I can't wait to call you my wife." You said, and she grinned. You wanted to say something else, but some footsteps stopped you. When you both looked in the direction of the sounds, you found the women there, visibly waiting for something.

"She said yes!!" Natasha yelled, and you laughed. The women face were now bright with a wide smile.

"It's the best present you could get me." Yelena said, and you hugged her.

"You're such a drama queen, sister-in-law." You replied, and you rolled your eyes.

Yes, that's it. Natasha watched you talk with her sister, and honestly, she was more than happy to finally asked you the question. You're totally hers now, and she's totally yours.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romonova #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff fluff #yelena belova #yelena belova x fem!reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #kate bishop #kate bishop x fem!reader #melina vostokoff #melina vostokova #melina vostokoff x reader #marvel fanfic #marvel fic

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ynscrazylife · 1 year

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Melina and f reader. Fainting in Melinas arms.

assuming this is for the blurb/drabble thing, lemme know if it’s not also this kind of turned into a small fic lmao

You reunited with Melina when she came with Alexei, Natasha, and Yelena to take down the Red Room. You were old lovers and Melina had thought that you were killed on a mission years ago — turns out, Dreykov had kept you in the Red Room since you were Melina’s weakness.

When she saw you, she froze. At first, she wasn’t even sure that it was really you — it shocked her to her core. She was nearly attacked by someone who Alexei fought off, as she couldn’t stop staring at you. Alexei joined her after the guy was unconscious, confused until he saw you. He knew how close you and Melina had been and put a cautious hand on her shoulder.

“We have to save Y/N,” Melina whispered, watching you train with the other Widows.

“We will,” Alexei promised her, until he gently guided her away.

You were among the Widows whom Dreykov ordered to attack Natasha. After being freed from the brainwash by Yelena, Natasha recognized you and told you to go to Melina. You wasted no time in running there, getting there just in time to help Melina as she was fighting off agents.

When she saw you kicking ass, it was the first time she had truly smiled in along time. She had always loved watching you fight, you always managed to mesmerize her. “Just like old times,” she called out, catching your grin and the teary-eyed look in your eyes before jumping back into the fight.

You two managed to take care of most of your enemies, but one agent had managed to slam you into the wall, leaving your head throbbing and your vision blurry. Melina managed to knock him out but when she turned around to you, she saw you stumbling away from the wall, dizzy.

“Y/N?” She called out. When you didn’t seem to hear her, she inched closer, only for you to stumble right into her arms. She caught you and gasped when she saw you unconscious.

Melina slowly laid you down, gently tapping at your cheeks and cursing when she saw the wound on your head. “Y/N, love, c’mon,” she murmured, brow creasing in worry.

She pet your hair a bit and after an antagonizing minute, your eyes fluttered open and met hers with confusion. “M’lina?” You slurred, dazed.

“Welcome back,” Melina said, smiling warmly at you. “You fainted.” She glanced around, seeing how unstable the room was. The ground began to shake as the Red Room was collapsing.

“What’s going on?” You mumbled, leaning heavily against your former lover.

Melina wrapped her arms around you, supporting you and helping you sit up. “It’s alright. Let’s just take it slow, okay?” She soothed, not wanting to worry you even if she was worried herself.

She helped you stand and helped you stumble out. Eventually, you regained your footing and by the time you got on the ground, you had gotten separated from Melina again. But, it didn’t take her long to find you and, seeing you quite disoriented, she wrapped her arms around you.

“I’m gonna take you home, love,” she whispered, and you practically melted into her arms. Home.

You were mostly silent on the way home, still processing being free from the brainwash. Melina was piloting and you were co-piloting while Alexei sat in the back. Melina was thrilled to have you back in her life, but worried at both your quietness and the fact that you had fainted.

When you got home, Alexei went off to do his own stuff, and Melina guided you into the living room. Despite your soft protests, she carefully treated your injuries and bundled you in blankets. You were definitely out of it, so she used extra care.

Afterwards, Melina wrapped her arms around you. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep, lulled by her warmth and sweet nothings. Melina cooed when she saw that you were fast asleep and just rested with you until it was time for dinner.

#melina vostokova #melina vostokoff #melina x reader #melina vostokoff x reader #black widow #black widow x reader

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m-a-s-h-k-a · 1 year

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What a beautiful Slavic accent in "Black Widow" - braids ❤️🖤

#slavic #slavic culture #black widow #natalia alianovna romanova #yelena belova #melina vostokova #white widow #black widow movie #marvel #mcu #braids

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w-a-n-d-a-n-a-t · 2 years

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Natasha: Lena, shut up, you’re giving me a headache.

Yelena: For suggestions and complaints, please contact the manufacturer. [hands Nat a strip of paper]

Natasha: Is this our mother’s phone number?

#marvel #black widow #incorrect quotes #mcu #natasha romanoff #black widow 2021 #yelena belova #florence pugh #melina vostokova

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slavicshadownr · 2 years

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Young Natasha: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Young Yelena: They do.

Melina: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

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fixerupperofarrendelle · 2 years

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Safe

A/N: Just a short little one shot that came to me as I was watching the movie for the millionth time… Happy 1 year anniversary to one of my favorite movies ever!

“We’re gonna need a jet,” Natasha says, Rick Mason instantly coming into her mind.

“How are we-“

“I know one of the best private contractors. He’ll get us what we need,” Natasha responds confidently.

“Okay,” Yelena replies simply. “What’s your plan?”

Natasha huffs, “Break Alexei out of prison.”

“Sounds easy enough,” sarcasm drips from Yelena’s tone. She leans her head against the passenger side window of the car.

Her arm is still sore from being cut earlier. Natasha wrapped it up well though, she even blew on it to make the burning sensation a little less painful.

“We should probably find someplace to stay for the night. I have to make a call, and hopefully it’ll be ready in the morning.”

Yelena doesn’t give a verbal response, settling for a small nod. She just now realized how the events of today are finally catching up with her.

Truthfully, Yelena could last days longer if she absolutely had to. Part of her training required her to stay awake days at a time.

A road sign informs the sisters of a motel about half a mile away.

“Do you remember how sometimes you would pretend to be asleep after a car ride, just so Da- Alexei would carry you in?” Yelena asks, trying to mask her insecurities.

“Ha,” Natasha chuckled. “One time you talked the entire ride back home, but quickly decided to pretend to sleep once we turned on our street. He knew you were faking, but carried you anyway.”

Yelena holds back a gasp. She whispers, “You do remember.”

Soon enough, the sisters parked at the motel for the night. Once they get the keys to their room, the girls take turns checking for cameras, looking for ways to escape, if necessary.

Natasha sets a gun on the nightstand. “You take the bed, I’ll be fine on the floor.”

“What? No,” Yelena retaliates. “Why can’t we both sleep in the bed?”

Natasha stares at her for a moment, before a smirk forms on her face. “You kick.”

Yelena rolls her eyes, “Not anymore.” She settles down on the side closest to the wall, hoping her older sister wouldn’t mind sleeping closest to the door. Not that Yelena was scared, or anything.

Natasha doesn’t bother to take off her shoes, since her sister chose not to. If an enemy makes an appearance, they need to be able to leave in a split second.

She sits on the bed, resting against the backboard.

Yelena rolls over to look at Natasha. She sheepishly looks up.

“I’ll take the first watch,” the redhead makes eye contact with the blonde.

The younger widow is too tired to argue. She sighs, “Wake me up in a few hours, poser. You need sleep, too.”

“Goodnight, ‘Lena,” Natasha smiles at her.

Natasha is safe. Widows are only allowed to sleep when it’s safe.

“Goodnight, sestra,” Yelena mumbles, successfully hiding her accomplished smirk when she realizes the redhead does not correct her.

Yelena sleeps the soundest she has since Ohio.

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80pairsofcrocs · 2 years

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buncha posers

#widow fam #yelena black widow #yelena my beloved #yelena mcu #yelena belova #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #natalia romanova #natalia romanoff #alexei shoskatoff #alexei shostakov #melina vostokoff #melina vostokova #black widow #melina black widow #posers #such a poser

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imsylwanin · 2 years

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LAYOUT

Rachel Weisz as Melina Vostokoff in Black Widow (2021).

Please, reblog + like if you use it or give me credits on twitter @IMSYLWANIN .

#twitter layouts #matching icons #matching layouts #matching headers #roleplay #rp psd #psd #rachel weisz #rachel weisz icons #melina vostokoff #melina vostokova #black widow

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bluevelvetea · 2 years

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Hear me out I just realized something while watching sxf:

The Forger family is like a functional and wholesome version of Natasha's and Yelena's family from Black Widow.

father: spy ✔️

mother: assassin ✔️

daughter(s): orphans, too cute and precious for this world despite undergoing horrible treatment ✔️

goal: playing family as a part of a mission ✔️

Big difference is that the Forgers aren't aware of each other's occupation but well I'll just leave this here, add whatever you like

#spy x family #sxf #black widow #anya forger #loid forger #yor forger #yelena belova #alexei shostakov #melina vostokova #natasha romonova #Marvel #Something a little out of fandom today

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smalls-words · 1 year

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not me just realising that Iron Maiden is an actual superhero in the Marvel Comics AND IS NOT ONLY NATALIA ROMANOVA BUT ALSO MELINA VOSTOKOFF 💀💀💀

makes my whole Save the Cat fic really well-rounded 😂

#natasha romanoff #melina vostokoff #natalia romanova #melina vostokova #small squeaks

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 2 years

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Upcoming jobs

Friends, as you may have noticed, I've been taking longer than usual to post my ff, and some of the reasons are, that I have had to get up earlier, to do adult paperwork, in 2 days they will tell me if I enter the university, and i've been stressed, but, I already have a wide variety of ideas that are already on the way....

Eva Green x Fem!Reader

[My sweet little girl]

It's a small request I have...

Y/N goes to her first party surrounded by celebrities, amazed by her surroundings, but, with a naive soul, she is unaware that a big celebrity is trying to flirt with her.

When her girlfriend Eva finds her, I couldn't help but feel my blood boil.

Rita Farr x Fem!Reader

[I come to kill you]

series on the way

Y/N is a criminal and spy wanted in over 10 countries, in need of a safe haven… and her last hope is Niles Caulder and his freak house.

Despite Y/N trying to kill her, Rita can't help but be shocked by the beauty of the new guest.

Daisy Fuller x Fem!Reader

(The science behind love 2)

Daisy and Y/N get together to get Y/N started on her physics project, but Daisy's boyfriend ends up ruining the day for both of them.

Daisy, with no one else to turn to, tells Y/N about her problems.

REQUESTS:

Charlize Theron x Fem!Reader

Although, I don't have a concrete plot yet, I just want a home life for Reader and Charlize (with a bit of obscenity, on the part of the reader who asked for it)

Melina Vostokoff x Fem!Reader

Although, this request came after I had closed them, couldn't pass up a request to write about my beautiful Rachel Weisz.

Melina and Y/N have been friends for years, working together and living together every day. One day, while Melina and Y/N were dancing and singing their favorite song, Melina declares her feelings for Y/N, but Y/N doesn't know what her feelings are for that sweet, but ruthless, brunette.

Although I do not have exact dates, due to the events that are approaching, I hope not to arrive until October and not have published all these works.

Without further ado, have a nice week, love you, your friend P.

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strawberriesinmoominvalley · 1 year

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Natasha was going to be a Widow. Her Mommy was going to die. Her baby sister was becoming a Widow. She couldn’t do this again.

Yelena swerved the plane sideways, spinning them around in the air. The force jerked everyone, and Yelena felt the seatbelt cut into her neck. She pressed the accelerator, flying them back the way they came.

OR yelena was the big sister, eleven years old and four years of the red room under her belt. natasha was six, her only memories full of ohio and the fake family they had. yelena had always been the harsher one, doing anything to keep natasha safe. in a split-second decision, she changes their course from cuba, taking natasha as they run from their past.

but the past has a funny way of catching up with you, doesn't it?

chapter twenty: an epilogue; the promise of a future

#i can't believe it's finished!!!#yelena belova #natasha romanoff #melina vostokoff #maria hill #natasha romanov #melina vostokova #maria hill x melina vostokoff #now that's a niche ship #fanfic #marvel #mcu #black widow

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wheelsup-sevenup · 2 years

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nothing we were ever trained for

“It’s not like she’d just disappeared, left in the night without a trace. It would have been too similar to events in her past — a station wagon drives off into the Ohio summer night, a girl with no-longer-blue hair brushes her sister’s fingertips as they pass in the hallways, before slipping out of reach.

Natasha had no intention of doing that again.”

After the combined events of Civil War and Black Widow, Natasha is left spiraling between the two families she thought she’d lost.

Read on AO3 here!

or continue reading:

tw/cws in this chapter for the following: dissociation (ish), ptsd, nightmares, past child deaths, and very slight implied past childhood sexual abuse (it is implied about as much as it was in the black widow movie itself).

also, i do not experience dissociation or other ptsd symptoms, but i have done my research, so i hope i was able to represent this correctly — if there’s anything glaringly wrong with it lmk and i will correct it <3

“ there are wolves, they would say.

and there are stories about wolves and girls. girls in red.

all alone in the woods. about to get eaten up.

wolves and girls. both have sharp teeth. ”

- from “black widow: name of the rose” by marjorie liu

Just before she gets in the overflowing line of people waiting to board the plane, Natasha slips the gun from her backpack into her waistband.

Right now, it has no purpose, at least not one she’s thought out ahead of time other than self-defense. It digs into her back, serves as a reminder that if she needed to use it she could and that she’s not as helpless as she feels.

Logically, though, she knows she doesn’t need to worry. No one is looking at her.

A week after the wreck, and the flames of the Red Room are yet to die out completely, but the major news networks have already moved on, leaving it to the smaller stations and newspapers to cover the fresh outpouring of grief. Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, all swarming the newly posted database listing the names of every little girl who’d ever ended up in the Red Room crematorium. Just names and dates of death, no causes, no photographs, though Natasha has all that information and will provide it if asked.

Posting the list was the very least she could do, given most of them would still be home and alive if she hadn’t failed the first time around.

The line moves forward, and Natasha makes herself follow them, letting herself be herded through the metal passageway into the plane. She doesn’t truly exhale until she gets to her seat, by the wing on the window side, and even then her breaths are shallow.

This kind of reaction doesn’t bode well for the rest of the flight.

It’s understandable, she reminds herself. A regular shitshow of resurfaced trauma, as Clint would say.

She buckles herself in as the seats next to her fill up, stares out the window and lets her mind betray her.

It’s not like she’d just disappeared, left in the night without a trace. It would have been too similar to events in her past — a station wagon drives off into the Ohio summer night, a girl with no-longer-blue hair brushes her sister’s fingertips as they pass in the hallways, before slipping out of reach. Natasha had no intention of doing that again.

No, she has every intention of coming home.

Her little family isn’t what it once was, but she loves them anyway. Yelena, for example — gone is the little girl who radiated happiness and innocence from every pore, here is the broken young woman ready to be pieced back together day by day. Melina’s teachings were not lost on her, then.

Melina.

Mom.

Mama, once.

Just as she’d come to her in the middle of the night, let Melina wrap a blanket around her shoulders and press a warm mug of tea into her shaking hands, Melina had been the first one she’d told.

She couldn’t stay here.

In the days after the wreck, Natasha had watched as the farm on the tundra became the designated base for freed Widows. Yelena knew all of them, had camaraderie with most. And Natasha had no place with any of them, among this singular, shared experience of overwhelming freedom.

no place in this world.

Melina had disagreed.

“You always have a place here,” she’d reminded her firmly. “You are family. But I understand if it is hard for you — sometimes it is for me, too.” Then her eyes had softened, and she’d switched to English for the last part. “We will take this as slow as you need, yes?”

It had been all Natasha could do to nod her head, and reassure Melina that she just needed some time to process, get her head on straight.

Melina’s eyes had been too knowing as she slid the fresh mug of tea across the kitchen counter.

Natasha had booked the plane ticket then, hoping that even if Tony noticed the money missing from his bank account, he wouldn’t be too eager to sic Ross on her.

Steadily, she’s learning to trust people to be good.

Natasha hopes that the jolting of the airplane explains away her clear anxiety, her nails biting crescent marks into the palms of her hands. She’s been on this plane before, the early flight from St. Petersburg to Chicago, and the memories that surface in the back of her mind are clearer than they have any right to be.

She forces herself to breathe, unstick her nails from her palms before she draws blood. She digs them into her pant legs instead, and, upon realizing with a jolt that she doesn’t even know who’s sitting next to her, takes some time to ground herself to her surroundings.

The person sitting next to her turns out to be a kid, a girl of maybe eleven, shifting nervously in her seat.

Great. Now she’s scaring kids.

Natasha doesn’t say anything, just carefully leans back in the seat in an attempt to look relaxed. It’s been a long journey getting here but she’s well aware that sleep would, in her current mental state, bring her no rest.

But.

She’s so tired.

Maybe if she just leans her head back against the seat, closes her eyes for a moment, she’ll feel better.

And it almost works, this sleep without sleep, until she lets her mental guard down just a little too much and then:

“You’re in trouble, Natasha.”

She feels the phantom pain of Dreykov’s hand around her wrist, the ghost of his breath on her cheek. Just like all the others from her her past, his death hasn’t erased him from the deepest crevices of her brain. Scrub and scrub, she’ll never be clean.

So she fixes her eyes out the window, trying desperately to think of anything else.

The sun is just beginning to appear in the distance, sending beams of white light scattering through the puffy white cloud tops. It’s beautiful, vaguely reminiscent of sunrise in the tundra —just the sun, a pink-streaked sky, and endless white. Natasha stares at it, just stares and stares and stares, until the soft clouds turn to bitter snow, and a pool of blood beneath her feet streaks it red.

Maybe at some point before that, she falls asleep.

Her dream starts in the worst way possible — it could be real.

She’s walking up the steps of the Barton house. Her key turns in the lock, the heavy wooden door creaks open. The shadows of the house are dark and harbor every terrible unknown in their depths, but Natasha moves forwards, into the warm glow of the living room. She’s done this before.

Clint and Laura are sitting on the couch, an old Disney cartoon playing on the TV.

“Hey,” she calls out.

Clint doesn’t answer. He might have his hearing aid out, she reasons. Laura doesn’t answer either.

She moves forward, ignoring the TV and the words that flash between beats of the animation, to look over at Clint. “Hey, Cl—”

Her breath stops somewhere in the center of her chest. Clint is slumped forward on the sofa, his eyes wide and unseeing, a bloody hole square in the center of his forehead. Laura bears the same mark, head lying on Clint’s shoulder.

Her breath stops coming altogether. She looks around, in a panic, to the TV. The words on the screen burrow their way into her mind: killer, traitor, worthless. When she looks down at her hands, she sees blood, dripping onto the carpet around the gun clenched in her fist.

“Well done, Natalia.”

If there was any warmth left in her, it leaves now as Dreykov emerges from his spot in the shadows. One hand curls around her wrist, taking the gun, the other gripping her chin.

“Welcome home.”

She doesn’t cry out when she wakes, thank god. Sweat lies cold on the back of her neck, dripping down her shirt as she forces breaths in and out, slowly through her nose, then out through her mouth. Four, seven, eight. In, out. Breathe. Stay right here.

When Natasha was eleven, her class learned to withstand Chinese water torture. At first, the anticipation of it had been nearly unbearable, and she came close to asking the instructor if she could leave, maybe under the guise of wanting to practice ballet. But Widows don’t crack, don’t break, and she was going to be a Widow. So she learned.

Natasha doesn’t break during the steady drip of memories, each one making her shiver with the dread of the next. She keeps herself as distracted as possible, watching movies, going over her plan out of the airport in her head.

This particular method hasn’t always worked, but this is hardly the worst nightmare she’s had, and with years of therapy and learned, healthier coping methods, she thinks she’ll be able to pull through this one.

Just a few hours more.

The kid sitting on the aisle, one seat of empty space between her and Natasha, seems to be doing better than she is. Natasha puts aside her grief, however briefly, to help her order meals and retrieve her water bottle once when it rolls under the seat.

At some point, Natasha digs the newspaper she’d picked up in the airport out of her bag and reads that for a while, before flipping to the obituaries.

This is part of what she’s been keeping up on. Without any real news coverage, Natasha’s taken it upon herself to bear a quiet witness to the families of Widows, just now getting closure.

(Does it matter, if she feels the blood on her hands with every death she reads about? If she carries the bodies of every little girl who could’ve had a childhood, if Natasha had succeeded the first time around? Are anyone’s palms more bloodstained than hers?)

Today’s obituary section holds a picture of a tiny girl, smiling into the grainy camera. The caption reads,

Sasha Ivanova

1993 - 2005

One of the many victims of the Red Room.

Sasha. Natasha remembers a Sasha, probably not this one, though. Yelena might, if her memory of the Red Room was anywhere near intact (even compared to Natasha’s).

She reads the last line of the obituary.

I miss you, sis.

She puts the paper away and flicks on a movie.

The drops of memory recede into the background.

She almost doesn’t make it until the plane touches down (what ‘not making it’ looks like, she doesn’t care to find out). But, miraculously, the plane’s wheels touch down in Chicago and its occupants are freed into the vast expanse of the airport.

It’s when she stands up to push into the stream of people flowing out the plane that she remembers.

Oh. Yeah. The kid.

“Can I get your bag down for you?” Her voice is warm as it always with kids. It’s instinctive.

“Okay. Thank you.” The kid gives her a fleeting smile, not quite making eye contact. Her voice is soft and slightly accented. Natasha nods, and pulls the suitcase she indicates down from the luggage rack.

Once they’re out of the plane, the weight lifts off Natasha’s chest a little bit, just enough to breathe. “Do you know where you’re going?” Natasha asks the kid. “Is there someone here to pick you up?”

“Yeah,” she replies. “Um, my grandpa is supposed to pick me up.”

“Do you know where that is?”

“Yeah. I’ve been here before.”

“All right, just making sure. Be safe, okay?”

When the girl nods, she turns, and is about to walk away when she hears, “Wait, um…”

When Natasha turns around, she sees a piece of notebook paper in the kid’s hand, and she says tentatively, “Can you sign this?”

Natasha can’t help the smile that spreads over her face at that. “Of course. What’s your name?”

“Maria.”

“That’s a cool name. I have a friend named Maria.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“It’s really cool to meet you,” Maria tells her. “You’re my favorite Avenger, since always.”

“You’ve got good taste,” Natasha jokes. “Thank you.”

She hands Maria the signed piece of paper.

“Thank you so much!”

“You’re very welcome. Have a good day, okay?”

“Okay! You too.”

“Be safe,” she reminds her again.

“I will! Bye! Thank you!”

Maria disappears into the crowd.

Natasha watches her a moment, makes sure she smiles and waves at the driver of a small gray car before getting in and driving away. Safe.

It gives her just the little boost she needs to get to where she’s going.

It’s dark by the time she gets to her location. The windows of the house are dark and the barnyard is quiet.

The light flicks on, though, when she knocks on the door, and quick as she can blink she’s facing down the head of an arrow.

The archer doesn’t look surprised by her showing up in the middle of the night — in fact, he’s decidedly unsurprised. Natasha’s not sure why she thought he would be.

“Hey, Clint.”

“Hey, Nat. C’mon in, coffee’s on.”

notes:

yeah so as you may have noticed, this is one of my few multi-chapter fics, and this one chapter itself is pretty long. this chapter also took me about two months and three complete rewrites to finish. in my defense, 2k of almost pure introspection is pretty hard to do.

hopefully, the next chapters will come quicker 😬 i do have finals soon which should make me way more or less productive we’ll see

in all honesty though, this is my first fic i haven’t completed before publishing, so i can’t promise consistent updates. roughly 3 weeks would be my goal.

interesting factoid each comment increases my work speed by approximately 300% ;) thanks for the support, you all are great!

#ok this did not do that well on ao3 so any support will be much appreciated!#this is my first fic i haven’t written all the way through before posting #and im really worried about losing motivation #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel #mcu #fanfiction #fanfic #natasha romanoff headcanon #clint barton #melina vostokova #melina vostokoff #black widow family #widow fam #my fic #whump #it takes my line spaces out on the dash wtf i need those

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