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stuckymonkey · 8 months

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Ride

Natasha Romanoff

Pairing - nat x agent!reader

Summary - y/n has a special mission...seduce nat. she learns about what gets the gorgeous redhead to tick, eventually winning her over with a fun ride...

Warnings - implications of sexy times, flirting, reader is female, use of y/n

Word count - 1.5k

a/n - this is a ship I am hoping to write about more! this idea came to me and it was just too hot not to write

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She was gorgeous. And completely off limits. Natasha Romanoff. She sat on one of the couches adjacent to mine during another team movie night. Sam had chosen a rom com, again. She laughed at one of the scenes, throwing popcorn in her mouth after. Natasha was so adorable in her pink pajama shorts that I wanted to feel so bad.

I've been on the team for just over a year, working privately before that as a Shield agent and one of Fury's few favourite and trusted people. I was born and trained in Europe before moving to NYC for school. That's when I was recruited by Fury and Stark to join the Avengers. I had quickly made friends with Steve, Bucky and Sam.

Natasha and Wanda soon became my friends as well, although while Wanda had become my friend instantly, Nat took more time to warm up to me. But when she did, oh man, it was amazing. She laughed with her whole body when she felt comfortable, and she talked freely around those she could trust. I was honoured when I became one of those people.

After tonight's movie night, we'll have a short mission tomorrow consisting of Steve, Bucky, Sam, Nat and me. As the movie ended I watched the redhead get up and bring her blanket back with her to her room. I helped Sam clean up a bit before heading to my own room, passing Natasha's on the way.

I stopped and knocked gently, surprised when I heard a clear "Come in," from one of my favourite voices. "Hey," I smiled. "Hey," she said, smiling back. "I just wanted to say I hope you have a good sleep before our mission tomorrow." I said. "Aw, thanks y/n/n. You too." Her soft smile reached her eyes, making her cheeks plumper than usual. "Thanks,"

With that, I headed to my bed, happy at being able to hear her voice and see her face as one of the last things before I fell into a deep sleep.

I sped past Steve and Bucky who were acting as lookouts, heading towards the abandoned hydra base where I would be meeting Sam. The motorcycle sped under me as I raced towards the checkpoint.

Nat was in the jet, giving us navigation directions. She successfully got us through the unguarded hallways and into the necessary room to gather intel for the usb drive in my pocket. It was a quick in and out after getting the needed information about a new HYDRA weapon. "Good?" Sam asked, standing behind me to watch the door. Even though this place was mostly empty, you never knew when it came to these idiots.

"Good." I replied. I pulled the drive out of the device, putting it back in my pocket. "We can go now," I said, following Sam out of the room. "Perfect. You'll ride back, and I'll fly?" He asked. "Sounds good to me," I said, flashing him a smile before straddling my bike as he flew off back to the jet.

When I passed Steve and Bucky's spot, they were already gone, probably headed to the jet. As I got closer I saw everyone standing out side of the jet's ramp. I drove straight past them, up the ramp and on to the jet.

I walked back down the jet to meet up with the other team members. Nat's gaze was fixed on me. "Hi," I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth and bit on it. Her eyes darkened and she swallowed, "H-hi." she blinked quickly as if to make sure what she was seeing was real. I usually fought in a regular tactical suit. Seeing me in a low cut red crop top and black leather jacket with ripped black jeans must have thrown her off.

"Might want to close your mouth, Natty, the drool's gonna slip out." I sassed, giving her the most seductive look I could. See, Nat could seduce anyone easily. Especially because they were already probably seduced before she even showed them any attention. So to seduce Nat was quite a bit harder, but I wanted her. And I wanted her bad.

After working with Natasha for several months, I knew just how to make her flustered: act confident, use your eyes and your mouth. So far, it was working. I could see a blush creep up her neck and just barely reach her cheeks. She turned her head away to avoid my gaze.

She followed everyone else onto the jet, I sat near her. I slowly took my jacket off and put it on my lap, sighing in content as I did so. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her head whip around to meet my body, letting her heavy gaze rest on me.

Real subtle Nat, I thought. By the time the jet landed, Nat rushed off and probably back to her room. Now I was kind of scared that I had made her uncomfortable. Most of the team knew about my crush on her, and I received a questioning glance from Wanda. Not knowing what else to do, I just offered a shrug in return before heading back to my room.

I had an excellent plan: shower, get changed, order takeout, bring said takeout to Natasha's room and see what was going on. I twisted the knob to my door, startled at seeing the redhead perched on the end of my bed. "Nat?!"I asked. "Hi," she replied shyly. "Hey, um, what are you doing here?" I asked. She shrugged but her eyes never left mine.

"Are you okay? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable today, I thought you were checking me out, but maybe I misread it! Anyways, I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, so if I did I am so so sorry, and if you want we never have to speak of this ever again." I watched her for a reaction, the only thing I noticed was her eyes that were practically undressing my breasts, still covered in the red low cut crop top.

Slowly she got up from my bed and came to stand in front of me. Both of our hearts were beating out of our chests. I looked from her eyes, to her lips and back again. "Kiss me," she whispered. "Please."

"I always thought you would be the confident one in the bedroom," I commented, earning a light slap to my arm. "Just kiss me." she said. I gently cupped her neck with both of my hands, bringing her lips closer to mine, gently brushing them over my own. She grabbed onto my waist and pulled me closer, jamming her mouth onto mine.

I moaned at the feeling, moving my hands to thread through her red hair. "Nat," I moaned again as she licked my lower lip, slowly, teasingly. "Hm?" she started walking backwards toward my bed. I didn't know we reached it until she fell back, me landing on top of her.

We both erupted into giggles and went back to lazily making out. She shed her jacket and I offered her some pj's so we could cuddle up and watch something together. "Oh! I forgot, I had this plan to get you takeout and bring it to your room, but you were already here so...would you like some takeout?" my tone was sheepish as I waited for her answer. ''Sure, sweetheart." "Okay, Chinese sound good?" I beamed. "Perfect."

Her lips landed softly on mine once more, letting me put our order in as she got changed in my bathroom. She came back and joined me on my bed, snuggling in under the covers and searching for my TV remote. I watched her as she pulled her lip into her mouth, focusing on finding something to watch.

The rest of the night was filled with cuddles, stolen kisses and gentle touches. Eventually the movie ended and Nat stayed the night, falling asleep under warm covers with her head on my chest and my arms circled around her waist.

I couldn't wait to wake up with the redheaded woman of my dreams, and kiss her good morning. Except this wasn't a dream, this was real and I was beyond thankful for it.

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upon-a-starry-night · 8 months

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queertheatrenerd · 2 years

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I hadn't written anything in a bit. So, enjoy this that I wrote on a whim!

Gender neutral reader/ y/n, and gender neutral love names.

Translations: любовь should mean "love" in English. I used Google Translate since I sadly don't know Russian yet.

Also, should I turn this into a oneshot?

Y/N: *barely able to stand, furiously coughing*

Wanda: Y/N! Your temperature is 104! You're sick. Go lie down.

Y/N: If I was sick, could I do this?

Y/N: *blankly stares at Wanda*

Natasha: *walks in after watching from afar*

Natasha: ..... what're you doing Y/N?

Y/N: .....cool flips! Am I not?

Wanda: *shares a worried glance with Natasha*

Wanda: No, love, you're not.

Y/N: Oh....

Bonus:

Natasha: *walks over to Y/N*

Natasha: "C'mon любовь, let's get you into bed."

Y/N: Will you two come with me for snuggles?

Wanda: *softly smiles*

Wanda: Of course, love

Y/N: *grins*

Y/N: Okay, you can take me now Nat.

Natasha: *picks Y/N up and carries them to bed*

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blacklightsposts · 9 months

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Cuts and Comfort

Natasha x reader, Natasha comes home from a bad mission and she seeks you for comfort

fluff

(this is my first fic so might be shit also it’s technically a first draft lol)

The waiting game. You pace around your room as the clock ticks by. Nat was supposed to be back about an hour ago. The mission was a quick in and out gathering intel type so her lack of presence started to worry you. Usually she sends a quick text once she’s on her way back. But today its radio silence, you’ve left her 3 messages.

As you contemplate calling Fury to find out what the heck is going on you hear your front door shut. “Nat,” you call out to your apartment.

“It’s me,” you hear a small voice respond. She sounds so broken causing you to fill with dread.

“Oh Natty,” you run to the entrance and rush to her side. “Baby what happened? You were supposed to be here an hour ago. I thought this was a quick mission.”

“It was supposed to be, but things went south so quickly,” she says in such a broken voice it hurts you. Her eyes are shining with tears that threaten to fall. “I just need you y/n”.

“Of course sweetheart. Come here”. You envelop her in your arms so tightly. She winces, causing your head to snap up quickly. You let go slightly in fear of hurting her.

“No don’t let go, please,” her eyes swim with exhaustion as she clings on to your body.

“But Natty, you’re hurt.”

“I don’t care, I want you. Please.”

“Let me take a look first okay,” you slowly convince her. You pull back slightly and cup her face, rubbing small circles on her cheeks. “I’ll be gentle baby.”

“Okay,” she whispers. Her voice is shaky but she see looks at you with love causing your heart to swell. You tiptoe up to her height to plant a small kiss on her forehead.

You grasp her hand in yours and take her to the comfort of your shared bedroom. Natasha nestles comfortably on the bed waiting patiently for you. Slowly, you start to undress her. Unzipping and unbuckling, you find her body littered with cuts and bruises. You gasp lightly causing her to grip your hand tightly. “I’m okay y/n. I’ve got you here,” she smiles at you fondly.

“You’re gonna be just fine baby. I’m gonna take good care of you.”

You quickly gather the first aid kit, it was always kept handy for when Natasha would come back from missions like this. Opening the supplies, you tentatively start to stitch up her deepest wound. She hisses out in pain slightly and you abruptly stop. After waiting for her confirmational nod to continue with the stitching, you peck her lips lightly and carry on with your work.

Her hands start to fiddle about with your hair as a way for her to distract herself from the pain. “Want some pain killers Nat?” you ask in hopes of your girlfriend actually agreeing but you’re quickly shut down.

“I’m good, your kisses help just fine,” she smirks at you with a cheeky glint in her eyes.

“Oh is it. Well how about I give you a kiss for each cut I have to sort out hmm.”

“That sounds perfect to me detka.” You chuckle at her and continue to clean up her other cuts in silence giving extra kisses for each time she hisses out of pain. The silence is therapeutic to Natasha, all she wants is to be in your presence.

“Okay all done Natty,” you smile brightly at her.

“Thank you darling,” she stares at your eyes for a moment before taking your hand and pulling you close to her. Her lips brush yours and her eyes flicker between them and your eyes for second before she pulls your face in for a breathtaking kiss. She hums into the kiss as her mouth envelops yours. Your hands quickly attach to her sides, holding onto her softly. She starts to nibble your bottom lip asking for more access, which you’re quick to give. Her tongue swirls around your mouth, she aims to taste every bit of you. After a while of this passionate makeout, she pulls back and gives a small peck to your lips whilst gazing lovingly into your eyes. “Let me hold you baby. Need you in my arms so badly,” she whispers against your lips. The feeling of her breath against your mouth leaves you in a haze. All you can do is nod as a response.

She pulls you into her arms as you both get comfy in bed. You huddle your face closer to her neck and give her a few kisses. “Thank you for coming back home safe to me Natty. Even though you were pretty banged up.” She kisses your head as a response, inhaling the smell of your vanilla shampoo deeply. Oh how she missed you. Natasha’s arm circles your waist as her other comes to stroke your cheek tenderly. You both lay there and slowly drift off to sleep.

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natashaslesbian · 10 months

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Second Position

From the ‘Tiny Dancer’ series

Summary: After your disastrous first dance class, your mama takes you to a new dance studio

Word Count: 437

Pairings: Mom Natasha x Daughter Reader

Lil angst/Fluff/Soft Mama Nat

Warnings: None I think:)

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Last week, you had your first ever dance class. You had been so excited the weeks leading up to it, but your positive attitude was soon deflated when you came running to your mama after the lesson in tears because of the other girls. Natasha was quick to comfort you and together you decided to try again at a different school.

‘Hi Natasha! We would love to have y/n come and try out our beginners ballet class. They take place every Wednesday at 5pm, let me know what week she would like to start and I will add her to our records!

- Emma’

You were ecstatic when your mommy told you the news “‘M gonna try super duper hard mama! I’ve been working on my spins so they be great!” Natasha was so proud to call you her daughter. You were definitely a Romanoff considering how quickly you had bounced back from last week.

‘Thank you very much! Y/n is keen to start as soon as possible, can I bring her along this week?

- Natasha’

‘Yes of course! We can’t wait to meet you both! See you Wednesday!

- Emma’

You could hardly sleep on Tuesday night, Natasha had to read you four fairytales to even get you tired “come on y/n/n you need your rest for tomorrow!” Your mommy said as you stood up once again and started jumping on the bed excitedly. “Y/n” Natasha warned “if you don’t go to bed you don’t get to go to ballet” you sighed and gave up the fight, slumping back down into your bed and curling up with widow bear “sorry mama” you said “I’m just so excited!” Natasha giggled at your enthusiasm “well the sooner you go to sleep the sooner tomorrow will come won’t it?” Your mommy said as she tucked you in “ok I goes sleep then” you admitted defeat. Natasha gave you a last kiss on the cheek and wished you sweet dreams “I love you mommy” “I love you too y/n”

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“Y/n darling” Natasha called “time to get ready” you came sprinting into the bathroom, so excited that your second chance had finally arrived “mama, can you do the twisty bits in my bunbun?” You asked as your mommy lifted you up onto the counter “of course I can baby” Natasha said as she began parting your hair and taking the front pieces to twist back into your ponytail before wrapping it all up in a neat bun, tied of with a pretty pink bow. “All right” your little feet were placed on the ground again “let’s get you dressed, get your things ready and then…we’ll get going!” You beamed with anticipation, jumping all around causing the current task to become quite unmanageable.

The car journey was so long, so boring. The route to the new studio came with an extra 15 minuets though each one felt like an hour to you. Your little brain was slightly to slow to have seen the entrance sign you just past, so when your mommy announced you had arrived you were screaming to be freed from your car seat. “All right, all right” Natasha laughed as you dragged her by the hand into the unfamiliar building “slow down babygirl!” You came to a halt at the front desk and your mama signed you in. You both headed into the little waiting area where you could hang up your coat and leave your bag.

As the start time of your class grew nearer you felt a strange sensation forming in your tummy, your tiny hands started to shake and you felt tears sting your eyes “mommy” you whispered “hey, what’s wrong y/n/n?” Natasha instantly took in your fragile state, pulling you close to her “scared mommy” you said, admitting that although you’d try to stay strong, you were still a little upset after your first dance class “oh sweetheart” Natasha scooped you up and took you to the hallway where it was a little quieter “it’s ok to be scared you know. Lots of things can be scary, even mommy gets scared sometimes, but you know what I do?” You shook your head “I take some deep breaths and I face my fears because I know that I’m braver than I think I am, and you are braver than you think you are too! You are the strongest little girl y/n, so, do you want to go home or do you wanna give it a go?” You pondered for a moment before wiping your nose on Natasha’s shoulder and taking some deep breaths “I wanna give it a goes!” Your mama smiled at you “that’s my girl”

Natasha placed you back on your feet and walked with you into your new class, the teacher walked over and introduced herself “Hi Miss Emma” you whispered, hiding behind your mommy’s frame. The brunette crouched down in front of you “It’s great to meet you. Do you wanna come and meet the other kids? We’re all really friendly here, I promise!” She reached out to take your hand and your mama nodded, encouraging you to go ahead. Your feet took you further into the room with your new teacher, the other girls were so excited to meet you, they seemed really nice. Natasha stepped back, watching you in absolute awe. you looked back and gave your mommy a small wave before the other ballet dancers pulled you off to start their warm up game. You looked so happy.

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The entire car ride home, you shared every detail you could remember from dance class with Natasha. She sat quietly in the front seat, engrossed in the stories you were telling. “And then, we got to do spins and I did two in a row! I did one and then another! Like in a row!” You spoke in between mouthfuls of your chocolate muffin. “I’m so proud of you sweetheart” Natasha came to a stop at the red light, she twisted her body towards you and placed her soft hand on your knee “I love you tiny dancer”

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More references to my dance background in this one

Part 1

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romanoffscottage · 2 years

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you don’t have to be sorry

a/n: so sorry I was gone for so long, but I’m back!

warnings: black widow spoilers

pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

summary: after the events of black widow, natasha comes home to you feeling guilty for leaving her family when she was younger (based on matilda by harry styles)

words: 808 | natasha x reader masterlist | navigation post

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated and welcomed <3

Natasha was the strongest person you have ever known, so when she went off the grid, you know she was safe. Months passed with no word from Nat, but you knew, she was going to be okay. You knew she would reach out when it was safe. Most people thought you were crazy for having such faith, but they didn't know Nat like you did. No one could kill her unless she let them.

When Nat finally reached out to you, it was not how you imagined. You imagined a cryptic set of coordinates you were supposed to meet her at. You imagined meeting her at one of her hundreds of safe houses. You did not imagine her just showing up at your front door.

“Natasha?” She looked like she hadn’t slept in weeks. The redhead didn’t give you an answer, she just wrapped her arms around you tightly. “Nat?” You said again, trying to see if she was okay. She muttered a barely audible “hi” back to you.

You carefully lead Nat into the house and sat her on the couch, “Do you want to go freshen up, or do you want to talk first?” You knew giving her choices always helped her. The redhead didn't answer, she only looked to the staircase, which you knew was an indication that she wanted to take a moment to freshen up first.

You carried Nat upstairs and gave her some privacy and all the time she needed to get herself situated. In the meantime, you took it upon yourself to grab some blankets, water, Nat’s favorite snacks, and light Nat’s favorite candle in the bedroom.

Forty-five minutes later Nat reappeared in the doorway of your bedroom. “Feel any better?”

“A little,” she responded, still looking very shaken up, “I messed up.”

You patted the space in bed next to you, “What are you talking about?” Nat crawled in next to you as you pulled her in close, “I didn’t actually kill Dreykov all those years ago, or his daughter.” Nat had told you the story of what happened in Budapest a few years ago, you knew how much that haunted her to this day. “Wait what? I don’t-”

“Me either, but he’s dead now and Antonia is safe now,” Natasha responded on the verge of tears. “Nat I’m so sorry you had to-”

“The red room wasn’t gone all this time, there wer- are thousands of girls that were under his control, Y/N they were completely mind controlled by him, because of me.”

“Woah woah woah, why is this your fault?”

“When I got out, when I defected, he made it harder for anyone to ever do that again.”

“How do you even-” Nat cut you off before you could even finish your sentence. “I found Yelena.” You had heard endless stories about Yelena and Ohio and Nat’s “family.”

“Yelena was under his control this entire time, so was Antonia. I can’t believe I didn’t look for her.”

“You thought she wanted nothing to do with you love…” You said trying to get her to stop blaming herself. “I should have stayed, I shouldn’t have left her, I-”

“Nat you don’t have to be sorry for doing what you had to do to survive.” Natasha looked at you with tears spilling out of her eyes, “But I left her, I left everyone.”

“But that wasn’t your intention, you thought the red room was gone. You thought Yelena was mad at you. You thought she didn’t want to see you, so you respected her space.” Natasha immediately curled into and sobbed.

“I saw Melina and Alexi too,” she said inbetween her sobs. You knew that Nat had a complicated relationship with them, she never viewed them as her “parents” because she knew Ohio was fake the whole time. “Y/N I feel guilty, Yelean said that Ohio was the best years of her life and that we lied to her about it, and we did lie, I lied, I-”

“Natasha you were eleven years old, you were trying to protect her, you were just a kid.”

“Yeah but I grew up and I left her behind. I left all of them and I-”

“You don’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up.” Natasha looked up at you with a look on her face that you have never seen before. “Thank you.”

You didn’t know it, but Natasha always felt like she needed permission to leave her past behind her. To move on. To be free. You showed her that moving on is okay. That moving on is good. The past is scary and so is the future. But you showed her that she can live in the moment. That she cdoesnt have to worry about what was and what will be. She was free to just be.

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slightly-smarter-nat · 2 years

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I have come to you, on my knees begging, if you can please do a Natasha x Reader, who is an Avenger, where Natasha has a nightmare in the middle of the night about R dying on a mission and the last thing she remembers is Reader screaming for help. And so Natasha wakes up scared out of her mind and practically sprints and barges into R’s room to confirm that she is alive. And R flinches awake like “What the hell? What’s going on??” And then when she sees Natasha all frantic, R reassured her that everything is okay and she is okay. And that’s when feelings are revealed? And just a happy ending between the two? (I am begging you with my life if you can write this. Your writing is astounding!)

Nightmare || Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of nightmares, mentions of injury, mentions of weapons, mentions of blood, mentions of death, mentions of anxiety, mentions of a burning building. If there are any other warnings that I have missed, please let me know.

Word Count: 2972 words.

A/N: Thank you so much for your lovely words and request anon! I really appreciate it and enjoyed writing your request. Hopefully you all enjoy.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

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*Italics represents the dream.

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Nightmare: Natasha Romanoff-

“Hello, Romanoff, are you with me?” You say as you click your fingers in front of Natasha.

Natasha is knocked out of her trance, looking towards you in confusion, “Wait, sorry what were you saying?”

You smirk in response, “I was saying this mission is going to be an easy one huh?”

Natasha looks around the Quinjet, taking in the appearance of her team, all geared up and ready to go, “Wait, we’re on a mission? I don’t recall being briefed.” She says as she studies herself, not remembering even changing into her signature Black Widow suit.

You shake your head in response as you release a laugh, “Oh Romanoff, you’re lucky you’re cute. I’ll fill you in on the details in a minute, let me just go and check on the others before we land.”

You walk away leaving Natasha to her own thoughts. She never forgets a mission briefing, it’s her job to carry out these tasks to her best potential. Everything seems wrong, almost like she’s out of the loop somehow.

She also didn’t miss the fact that you called her ‘cute’, never in her wildest dreams would she imagine you to think of her in that way; having had a crush on you since you first joined the team.

Something about this situation feels wrong, and it’s beginning to scare her.

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“Maximoff! Do you copy?” You shout, pressing on your earpiece in an attempt to retrieve a signal in response. All that fills the equipment piece is muffled voices and static.

“Damn it! Romanoff, move to my location.” You command Natasha who is only a few meters away.

Natasha searches around frantically, definitely finding it hard to remember being briefed on such a heavy mission. It has come to her understanding that the team must infiltrate a base, similar to that of the one that experimented on Pietro and Wanda Maximoff. Though she doesn’t know who’s behind the schemes from within, it’s like she’s moving from scene to scene without any choice, barely being able to keep up.

She finally spots you and runs across the blood stained snow, hiding behind a damaged piece of concrete.

“I can’t contact the team, some of them moved inside. Can you try?” You ask breathlessly as you move from your cover to fire shots at the soldiers guarding the building.

Natasha flinches at the stray bullets returning to your position, ricocheting all around her. Her fingers tremble as she attempts to get a lock on the location of her fellow team members.

You continue to protect Natasha, leaning over her to protect her from loose debris flying from the explosions surrounding you. Each blast causes Natasha to release a yelp in shock.

“Hey, Nat, it’s okay. We just need to find the team and then we can leave, keep going, I’ll cover us.” You say as you rub at her arm reassuringly before steadying yourself across the makeshift shield in your way, sending lethal shots to your enemy.

Natasha turns her gaze down to her lap, having her eyes scan each name listed on the screen of the tracking device used for dangerous team missions. She attempts to decipher each name but they appear to be jumbled, making it extremely difficult to conclude which signal belongs to each team member.

The air is filled with the sound of gunfire, making it hard for Natasha to center herself enough to concentrate.

Suddenly she hears a thud next to her, causing her to look over at you.

That’s when she notices you clutching your arm in desperation to stop it from bleeding; a stray bullet finding its way into your muscle.

Natasha scrambles across the snowy ground towards you.

You start to release grunts of pain, causing her heart to break at each one.

“Y/n/n, oh my god, It’s okay, let me help you.” Natasha lets out as she attempts to put pressure on your wound.

To her horror the blood pours out of the bullet site profusely, making its way past the gaps of her fingers, no matter how much pressure she places on you.

You scream out in pain, not coping well with your injury. The sounds of your pain causes Natasha to cry, she never wants to hear such a noise again.

You breathe heavily as you attempt to work through the sensation, “Y/n/n, look at me, come on concentrate on me okay. Copy my breathing, deep breath in, and out.”

You use your best efforts to copy Natasha’s breathing pattern, but each breath comes out rougher than the last as the pain strengthens.

You shake your head in defeat and sob, “Nat, it’s not worth it, it hurts too much!” You cry.

“I know y/n, but please try for me, I’m not losing you okay. I need you to stay for me.”

You turn your tear filled eyes to Natasha, struggling for breath as you try to calm yourself.

Before you can reply, Tony’s strained voice makes its way through both of your earpieces, “We need help, Steve’s barely conscious. We can’t carry him out of here on our own. We’re being ambushed on the lower floor.” The communication is interrupted by several static breaks, but you gather the plea.

You strain yourself to sit forward, pushing through the unbearable pain in order to rescue your team.

Natasha instantly places a hand on you, “Hey, y/n sit down, you’re in no fit state to go.”

You push her hand away as you stagger towards the building, allowing more tears to escape, “They’re my team Natasha, I have to try!” You shout back.

“Wait-“ Natasha stops herself as she notices the unusual absence of the soldiers, the field was surrounded by them, all armed. Now it’s desolate.

She looks towards you as you rush as fast as your body will allow you under your current state towards the entrance of the building.

Natasha’s body surges with worry, none of this situation feels right.

She attempts to take a step forward, but she fails to do so. Her feet feel as though they’ve been cemented to the ground.

Her breath quickens with anxiety, she needs to get to you, but her body won’t allow her to.

She grips at her thigh as she attempts to lift her leg from the invisible force surrounding it.

She cries out in frustration, as she watches forward to you placing your hand on the door handle of the building.

Natasha readies herself to scream for your attention but when she opens her mouth, no sound emerges.

She gently places her fingertips on her lips, furrowing her eyebrows in despair.

Natasha continuously tries to shout your name but each time it comes out as a gentle whisper, practically making her mute.

She once more attempts to move forward but falls onto the ground, releasing a grunt from the impact.

By the time she has looked up, you’ve disappeared into the building.

Not even a second passes before the entire building is ignited in flames.

Natasha releases a sob, knowing her team mates are trapped in there and there’s nothing she can do about it. Her eyes widen in fear as she sees the raging flames rip through the structure.

Her earpiece releases a sound, “Help! Natasha help me, please, save me Natasha!”

The sound being your desperate cries for help as the fire claims you.

Natasha cries as she has to listen to her loved ones die, and watch the scene unfold in front of her.

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Natasha shoots up from her bed, drenched in sweat. Intaking as much breath as she can in such a small amount of time.

She’s on the verge of having a panic attack, clutching her chest to ease the pain of her heart working in overdrive.

Her muscles ache from the tension trapped within them, she looks around her room, attempting to ground herself from the horrors that filled her mind seconds ago.

That’s when her thoughts land on you, “Y/n.” She whispers.

Instantly, Natasha throws her bed covers from her body and sprints for her bedroom door, ignoring the dizzying feeling travelling throughout her body from her panic stricken experience.

She runs through the halls of the compound, screaming your name, not caring in the slightest if she wakes anyone else up- she just needs to make sure you’re okay.

She pushes her body to its maximum capabilities, compensating for the lack of speed she had in the dream.

Once she makes it to your bedroom door, she doesn’t even bother to knock and barges the door open.

The sudden noise causes you to abruptly wake up from your slumber, displaying a defensive action with your hands, “What the hell? What’s going on?!” You say as you try to conclude what was causing the commotion.

As soon as you spot Natasha sobbing her heart out in front of you, you nearly fall out of your bed as you rush over to her, “Hey, what’s up, Natasha are you okay?” You say as you gently place your hands on the side of each arm, trying to avoid startling her.

Natasha rushes into your embrace, grabbing onto your clothes harshly and begins to cry into your neck. You feel as her tears start to wet your skin, causing you to rub soothing circles on her back.

“Nat, sweetheart, you’re okay, I’ve got you, you’re safe.” You have no idea what’s happening, but you’ve never seen Natasha in such a state. You glance over to the clock, noticing it’s 3:34 am, allowing you to deduce this may be from a result of her dreams.

You grip on to her body tighter, allowing her to cry out her worries, and encasing her in a comforting environment.

You look over to your doorway and notice a very tired looking Wanda standing there rubbing her eyes. She mouths to you, ‘Is she okay?’- referring to Natasha.

You give a slight nod, signalling that you’ll make sure Natasha is okay. Wanda gives you a sympathetic smile in return and invades your mind with her own thoughts, ‘If you need me, come and get me okay.’ You smile in gratitude to her offer and mouth a ‘thank you’ back, allowing her to return to bed.

Once Wanda has gently closed your door, you notice Natasha’s cries have stopped. Her heavy breaths are planted in the crook of your neck.

You gently pull Natasha back by her shoulders, noticing as she tries to avoid your gaze, ‘Nat, it’s okay, you can tell me what happened, I won’t judge. I’m here for you.”

She slowly looks up at you, eyes red and glimmering with tears making your heart melt.

She sniffles, as she removes her hands from you and starts playing with her fingers as she speaks, “I had a dream, a nightmare really, that you-“ Her face scrunches in sadness, “That you died, and I just let it happen, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak. I was useless.” Natasha starts to cry again, reliving her worst nightmare.

You guide her to sit on your bed, trying to comfort her in any way you can.

You continue to rub at her back, attempting to work her through the anxiety.

Minutes later she releases a sigh and places her head in her hands, “You must think I’m pathetic, I’m so sorry for bothering you, just ignore me-“ She moves to leave but you instantly grab her hand to stop her.

“Nat, no, I don’t think that for a second. I’m so grateful that you trust me enough to come here when you’re upset. I’ll do anything I can to help you okay. I know what it's like having dreams like that Nat, they’re horrific, they feel so real. You just feel trapped in a reality you can’t escape and it stays with you in the living world too, so I get it; you’re not pathetic, you’re strong and the bravest person I know. Those are just two of the main qualities I love about you.” You move a piece of loose hair from her forehead.

“Natasha, I’m not going anywhere, I’m here with you as I’ll always be. How else can I protect my favourite person?” You say as you bend down to meet her wandering gaze.

Natasha’s heart pangs slightly, knowing your words are only coming from a friendly point of view and nothing more.

You notice her expression, “Natasha, I mean it when I say I’m here for you. That is, if you want me to be, because I know you’re the person I want in my life. To hold and protect through any situation.”

Natasha grabs your hands, breathing in a deep breath, “You’ve always been the person for me, I just didn’t want you to push me away if I asked.”

You place a finger under her chin to lift her gaze, “ I’ll never push you away. I’m here for you no matter what. I love you.” You say sincerely.

Natasha beams at your declaration, “I love you too.” She says as she places her forehead against yours.

After a moment, you pull her into a well needed hug; happy that she seems calmer.

“Okay, let's get you to bed.” You say as you move towards the other side of your room.

Natasha’s face drops, she doesn’t like the idea of being sent back to her own room, alone. She’s craving your comfort, she starts to panic until she notices you reaching into your own mini fridge to grab a small bottle of water.

You walk back towards her with a smile, handing it over. She takes it, not knowing what to do.

“My lovely, pick a side.” You say as you gesture to your bed, there was no way you were leaving Natasha alone after the dream she just had.

Natasha attempts to hide the blush in her face, happy that she gets to stay with you.

She quickly slips into your bed, opting for the left side, away from the door, knowing you’ll be there to protect her.

You slip under the blankets with Natasha on the right side of your bed, not the usual side you sleep on, but you’d give up anything for Natasha.

Natasha opens the bottle of water, taking little sips to help with the stress her body just experienced.

She feels you settle in beside her, nuzzling yourself into your pillows.

You wait for her to do the same, but she just remains with her back against the headboard.

“Are you okay?” You ask.

Natasha looks over at you sadly, “I don’t really want to go back to sleep right now, in case I fall back into the same dream.”

“Oh, um, why don’t we watch some TV. That sometimes helps me when I have a nightmare.” You reach over for your TV remote to turn it on.

“Y/n/n, I don’t want to keep you up more than I already have.” Natasha says in guilt.

“Love, I honestly want to stay up with you. I’ll stay up as long as I can to make sure you feel better. Now you pick what we watch, I don’t mind.” You say as you place the TV remote on her lap.

Natasha leans over to place a kiss on your cheek, “Thank you, I don’t deserve you.”

She picks up the remote and clutches at her water bottle.

You smile widely as you attempt to contain the excitement of Natasha kissing you.

Natasha flicks through the channels until she reaches the start again, “There’s nothing on.” She says as she continues her search.

That’s when you come up with an idea, “Okay wait here.” You say as you move to your closet and root through a box.

Natasha watches you curiously as you let out an excited ‘Yes’, making your way back to the bed once you found your desired item.

You hand Natasha a present, wrapped in black paper with a red bow. She looks at you inquisitively, awaiting your answer.

“Open it.” You say as you push the present on to her lap.

Natasha uses the brightness from the TV to work her fingers through the wrapping. She tears each piece away carefully, revealing the hidden gift inside.

She gasps in shock, “Y/n, how did you know?” She asks amazed as she picks up the entire box set- movie collection of James Bond on blu-ray.

You smile in pride, “Well, I know you love James Bond and ‘Moonraker’ is a comfort movie for you so I got you that as a Christmas gift, but I figured you’d want it now-“ You’re interrupted when Natasha places her lips on your own.

She pulls away, hugging the box set, “No one has ever bought me something so special. Thank you so much.”

You lay there shocked, taking a moment to reboot your system, having been stunned by Natasha’s kiss, “Um, what were we talking about?” You say, causing Natasha to laugh.

“Which one shall we watch?” Natasha asks as she traces her finger along each DVD binding.

“You pick, I don’t mind.” You say.

Natasha instantly removes the packaging and hands you ‘Moonraker’, causing you to smile.

You take it from her and move over to your DVD player to place the movie inside.

Once it starts to play, you settle back into bed with Natasha, opening your arms up and allowing her to snuggle into you.

“How are you feeling?” You ask.

Natasha’s sight is fixated on the screen, “I’m feeling the best I have in years. I feel safe for once. You’re my safe place y/n/n.”

You give Natasha a gentle squeeze on her arm as you glance back to the screen, “You’re my safe place too Nat, you always will be”.

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lifeontop · 1 year

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just one more day

idk it's just an idea. Nat leaves after Y/N hurts her.

One day. It’s been one entire day since you last heard her laugh. Since you last saw her smile, although hesitantly. Since you last felt her love coat your entire being.

You spent the night with your eyes closed, hanging on to better times. As the light filters through the blinds you didn’t close, your mind is robbed of its peacefulness and forcefully ripped back to reality.

This is one more day of hell. One more day of drowning in the shame of having hurt and disappointed the person you love most. 24 hours to miss her laugh and patience. 1140 minutes to see her features fade in your mind’s eye. You never thought that could happen. 864’000 seconds to drown in tears as the hurt in her eyes tears your heart apart. Just as many seconds to feel the last remains of hope drain out of your life.

One day turns into a week. Pretending to be okay has never been harder. Does nobody realize that the once bright and beautiful is now dull, gray, lifeless. People laugh, live, age as if nothing ever happened. You know better. You cannot remember what life was like before her and you have quickly learned that it is simply not worth living for.

One week, two week, three weeks. She is better off without you. You are only capable of hurting her, she deserves better. She deserves the entire universe. You are anything but that. You know she is not coming back. Numbness spreads through your limbs, willing them to forget how holding her in your arms felt. You will never feel that safe and unconditionnally loved again. She gave you her world and you burned it down. That’s on you, there is nobody else to blame.

A month. The pictures are still living in your phone. Looking at them is bittersweet. They breathe life into your hollow form and somehow fill you with hate towards yourself. Is that possible at the same time? You don’t know, but apparently it is.

Two months. The messages she left in your phone are the biggest treasure you have. On the days you feel like giving up you scroll through them, reminding yourself that you once promised her to take care of yourself, to live. You will not break another promise. You force yourself to keep going, to wake up every morning to another day without her.

A year. You would recognize that laugh anywhere. Your entire body tenses despite your mind’s protest. Your eyes automatically dart to the person who emitted that beautiful sound. A grin appears on your face. Your hand raises, your fingertips brushing against your lips to check on the weird occurrence. You take her in. She looks different. The once dark brown hair is now an auburn color, the colored contacts gone, but it’s definitely her. It’s different, but she looks as stunning as she ever did. Your vision seems fuzzy around her. As if your eyes were not meant to see the world but only her.

One breath. Two breaths. She is laughing, her arms wrapped around someone. Three breaths. She looks happy. Scratch that, she is happy. You know it. Even after all this time, your brain sees through all her shields and protective wards. Under them, she is glowing. Much like she did with you once. Four breaths. Your legs carry you away from her. Five breaths. She is happy. That’s all you ever wanted for her. The fire that you exstinguished is burning bright in her again. It’s your turn to let her breathe oxygen into it. You can not suffocate her a second time. Six breaths. Your feet hit the pavement again and again, leaving her behind. Seven breaths. The breath catches in your throat, you stumble, hands heavy on your knees. Eight breaths. She is happy. She is happy without you. Nine breaths. Searing pain shoots through your heart, shattering it for a final time. Ten breaths. Eleven breaths. Please treat her well. Never extinguish her. Never hurt her like I did. Show her how loved she is, and make sure she never forgets. One final breath. Twelve months without her. One promise that you managed to keep. A lifetime to go to keep that promise. And it’s one that you will never break. You broke her trust, but that will never happen again. Even if she will never know. You will keep going, you will try and take care of yourself to the best of your abilities. She will never be hurt because of you again.

You owe her that.

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ncis-nerd · 6 days

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Natasha Romanov

grey november au

☆ natasha is in her mid to late 30s.

☆ she has been apart of the avengers ever since fury came up with the task force.

☆ the earth's mightiest heroes, as everyone know them.

☆ but no one ever sees the dirty work that comes along with it.

☆ the things everyone else is too ashamed to admit. the actions that had to be made. the exploitation of female agents just because of their bodies and looks. their femininity.

☆ nat really didn't mind it anymore, she was used to it. so whenever steve would give her a mission she wouldn't protest.

☆ nat never really had a family, her only sister was dead. she died when they were just kids. nat remembers it like it was yesterday.

☆nat didn't want the pair to go back to the red room, especially at yelena's young age. so they protest, they fought back, screamed. but her "mother" and "father" just watched as the soldiers shot and killed yelena. her little body went limp in the soldier's arm. she screamed as they dragged her into the plane, not seeing what happened after. her sister was dead and she was on her own.

☆ after a mission, nat would drink tea and write in a journal to ground herself. to remind her that it is over and she is safe. that this is her job, what she has to do to protect the planet.

☆ nat didn't have much of a love life. who could with a life like hers? she accepted that she'd be on her own. she didn't have time for love anyways. her main priority was this job. this team.

☆ fury came to her one day and told her he was putting together a task force. he gave her an out to the villian life and she gladly accepted. together, they vowed to protect the planet and stop bad guys.

☆ natasha has a cat named liho. she found the stray one day after a mission. it founded her home and appeared to have no owner. she was ready to take it to the pound when thr feline started to grow on her. constantly purring at her leg. coming near her. she just couldn't bring herself to do it. she had grown attached to the cat, so she made the decision to keep it.

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chaotictasha · 1 year

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Incorrect quotes #122

Y/n: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Nat: Wow. They sound stupid.

Y/n: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.

Nat: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

Y/n: I guess you’re right. Hey Nat, I love you.

Nat: See! Just say that!

Y/n: HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

Nat: If that flies over their head then, sorry Y/n, but they're too dumb for you.

Y/n: NAT.

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stuckymonkey · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 6: Spanking

Steve x Natasha x reader

Word count - ~1k

You knew better.

That was what Steve had told you as he bent you over his lap.

Natasha hadn't come home yet from her mission, and you were supposed to go with her. Instead, you had caught a really bad cold, needing Wanda to go with her as your replacement.

You felt horrible. Your throat felt as if you had been swallowing glass, and your voice sounded as if you had been smoking a pack of cigarettes everyday for years despite never smoking a day in your life.

You also felt horrible because your girlfriend had to go with Wanda on that mission instead of you. Now, there's nothing wrong with Wanda but you know Nat has a very hard time sleeping without you and Steve, so you felt bad that she wouldn't at least have you.

Steve had been out of the apartment for most of the day, catching up on paper work at the compound, leaving you at home. Alone.

Unsupervised was something you didn't experience often, usually having at least one of your loving partners at home with you. Since the guilt of being sick ad missing out on a mission was eating at you, you decided to do the only logical thing that came to your tired mind: clean to make up for it.

Despite Steve's specific orders to rest and rest only, you did laundry, vaccummed, mopped, dusted and re organized the kitchen. You cleaned windows, bedroom and rugs waiting for your lovers to return.

So when Steve came home to a sparkling clean house, he was less than impressed. Immediately he started to look for you so he could give you an earful about how inconsiderate and disobedient you were. How hard was it to listen to one simple instruction?

Finally he came across you in the bedroom, cuddled under layers of blankets. You looked so peaceful, your mouth slightly parted and hair fanned across your pillow.

A pang of guilt stabbed at Steve's heart for being so upset. But as quickly as it came, that feeling fleeted, leaving him feeling frustrated with you. You did this to yourself. If you had just stayed in bed, Steve wouldn't have to punish you. He was now mad at your for two reasons, he never did like giving you punishments.

He kneeled in front of your sleeping form, lightly shaking you awake. You woke slowly, bleary eyes blinking up at the burly man. "Good morning sweetheart." "Stevie." "Get up." he demanded, throwing the covers off of you, leaving you in nothing but one of Natasha's hoodies.

You sighed and got up as he said, sniffling and coughing in the process. Steve sat on the chest at the bottom of your shared bed, patiently waiting for you to make your way to him.

Once you were in front of him, he patted his lap. You blushed and splayed yourself over his spread thighs, the hard muscles unmoving as they hit your stomach.

"Y/n, do you know why I'm doing this?" He asked with an authourity in his tone that made you drip. You shook your head, earning your first slap. You remained silent and waited for Steve to explain why you were being punished.

"You didn't listen to the one simple instruction I gave you," He supplied, giving you another harsh spank. This time, you did squeal and writhe.

"You cleaned the whole fucking house when you were supposed to be resting in bed." Another spank. "But-" Another harsh spank over your already red ass caused you to scream.

"Steve, please-" You tried to beg. "Shut up and take your fucking punishment like a good girl, got it?" He seethed. "Yes sir." You replied, hoping that being as obedient as possible would calm his temper a little.

"How many do you think you deserve? Huh? I'm thinking twenty five." Twenty five? On top of the ones you had already been given?! You felt hot tears form in your waterline, but refused to give Steve one more reason to be disapointed in you.

"Yes sir." "Good girl," he said, his calloused hand smoothing over the flesh of your red bottom. You appreciated the praise, but wished it was given under different circumstances.

Slap. Slap. Slap

With each spank you bit your lip harder, eventually tasting blood in your mouth. You fought the urge to cry out as Steve hit you with brutal force, obviously very upset with you.

"Twenty three," You squeezed your eyes closed. "Twenty four," The pain was almost unbearable, and while you knew Steve would take care of you after, you were positive there would be bruises in the morning. "Twenty-" "Steve?!"

Natasha came through the bedroom door, fire in her eyes at seeing their sweet girlfriend over his lap. What Y/n couldn't see was the fear in Steve's eyes or the cuts on your delicate skin from where his spanks had landed. "Nat I-" She glared at him, effectively shutting him up.

She came and squatted by your face, seeing the tear tracks and puffiness of your eyes. Your lip remained between your teeth, been when you felt blood trickle out of the corner of your mouth. You knew Nat had seen it when her eyes went wide. Averting your gaze to the floor, you noticed she had changed out of her tactical gear.

You and Steve had been so caught up in the scene that neither of you had noticed your girlfriend coming home.

She cooed at you and tried to lift you up, making you scream in horror. "No!!!" You refused to leave your position on Steve's lap. Both of your partners were taken a back. "Y/n, come on, let's get you cleaned up," She coaxed, gently grasping your arms. "You flailed and screamed louder. "NO!!!" your broken voice seemed so small but so big at the same time.

"Y/n/n?" She asked, brushing hair out of your eyes. "I have to finish my punishment," You whimpered. "Baby girl, why are you being punished?" She asked softly. "I-I...I didn't listen to Steve," You sobbed. "I only have one left! I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry," You wailed, feeling helpless and desperate for the scene to end.

"How many did he give you honey?" She pried. "T-twenty four," You sobbed. "I think you're done for tonight doll," She purred. This time you let her pick you up, your legs wrapping around her torso, giving Steve a full view of your ruined ass.

"I should have stayed in bed." You mumbled into her neck. "I wanted to clean because I felt bad." You said, burying your face further into her hair. "Just wanted to help,"

"Oh baby," She pressed kisses to your head and sat you down on the bathroom counter, Steve cautiously standing in the doorway. Tears were falling down his cheeks now too. He sniffled. You grabbed a tissue and handed it to him, earning a smile of appreciation.

"I'm so sorry, love. I thought you were being a brat but you were just trying to make us feel better." He took a tentative step forward and kissed your cheek, cupping your small face in his hands. He half expected you to flinch away.

But you didn't, instead kissing the inside of his wrist while Nat manouvered you to apply salve to your sore ass. "All done!" She said, kissing both cheeks before slipping some of her boxers over your bum and slipping one of Steve's warm sweaters over your head.

The three of you settled in to bed under warm covers. "We'' talk about this in the morning," She whispered to Steve from the other side of your body. He nodded and kissed her softly. "I'm sorry," He whispered. "I know."

A little angsty and a little late, so sorry about that!

Hope everyone is doing well this kinktober 🎃😉

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