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honoraryfairy · 2 years
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thinking abt Her rn <33
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ironicandpunny · 10 months
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in honour of pride month, here’s some musicals that feature/star LBTQIA+ characters that have not aged like milk:
Falsettos
Fun Home
A Strange Loop
Company
Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812
Ghost Quartet
Come From Away
Cabaret
35MM
A New Brain
Spies Are Forever
Firebringer
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fiorencepughs · 5 months
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natasha romanoff sacrifices herself to save the world today 😔 😔
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togrowoldinv · 6 months
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Still losing my mind over this look
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katethewriter · 1 year
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Learning Curve
a continuation of the Wish We Could Be Like That Series
Pairing: WandaNat x Reader
Words: 4k~
Summary: After revealing their secret and finally reuniting, you and your girlfriends go through an adjustment period.
Warnings: fluff, lots of fluff, overprotective Natasha and Wanda, angry reader, bad words, mentions of sex
A/N: Sorry for the pain recently. 🫣 Here is some WandaNat fluff to make up for the angst fest named my blog. I hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you would like to read next! 😘
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"She lives!" Tony exclaims as you enter the common area. Laughing, you shake your head as you make your way to the small table.
Its the first time you've been out of your room since you were released from medical. Natasha and Wanda have kept you on strict bed rest, bringing anything you could possibly ask for to your side.
It was sweet and endearing at first. You even have to admit that it was necessary at first. You were way too weak to take care of yourself. You needed them.
Now, however, you were getting restless. You grew stronger every day. In secret, you walk around circles in your room to stretch your legs, but you want to be out and around everybody again.
So, it's nice to see Sam and Bucky look up from the table and smile warmly as you approach.
"Hey, glad to see your captors have granted you release," the super soldier teases.
"The way they keep you tied to that bed, I'm surprised you can still walk," Tony jokes.
Bucky nearly spits out his breakfast from laughing. Sam on the other hand sits up in his chair and smacks Tony on the arm, "dude, lower your voice! Maximoff is right there man!"
At the sound of her name, Wanda turns from her place in the kitchen to look in the direction of the sound.
The moment her eyes land on you, her brow knits together with concern. She drops everything and instantly makes her way over to you.
You're laughing innocently at the guys' antics until you hear the stern voice of your girlfriend quickly approaching.
Wanda wraps her arm around your waist, supporting most of your weight with her powers.
You won't admit it, but it helps. It releases the tension in your abdomen from holding yourself up. The soreness in your side dissipates.
If you let it known that standing causes even the slightest bit of pain, she will drag you back to bed and keep you locked up for who knows how long.
It seems she is going to drag you back to bed anyway.
The sokovian begins to gently guide you back the way you came, "what do you think you're doing?"
"Getting breakfast."
"I was going to bring it to you," she scolds, "You're supposed to be taking it easy."
You stop in your place before she can drag you out of the room, "I'm not training. I'm just coming down for breakfast." You defend yourself, "I'm well enough for that."
Wanda purses her lips. You can tell she is trying to determine if this is a battle worth fighting. Sighing, she relents, "ok." She pecks you on the cheek with a smile, "good morning."
You nervously glance over to the guys who seem to have gone back to their previous conversation. You sigh in relief. Turning back to Wanda, you smile, "good morning. What are you making?"
"Your favorite," the witch walks back to the kitchen with arm still around your waist.
When the two of you reach your destination, you break apart. Wanda continues her cooking, and you lean against the counter to watch her.
The distance you leave between the two of you does not go unnoticed by Wanda. It hurts her to think the habit they need to help you break.
"You don't have to make a quiche every morning," you laugh.
"I know, that's why today I'm making french toast too," the witch smiles cheekily. She closes the distance between you, bringing a piece of toast to your lips, "here, try."
Your heart pounds in your chest having her this close to you in front of other people. Still, you take the toast between your lips and chew slowly. It's delicious. You close your eyes to savor the taste.
When you open your eyes, Wanda is grinning at you victoriously, "good?"
"Amazing."
She bounces happily. Before you can react, she pecks you on the lips and just as quickly, returns to her cooking.
You're shocked still, almost certain you stopped breathing for a second. Once again, you check over where the guys sit. They seem not to be paying attention, so you make yourself calm down.
You know that they know about your relationship. You know you don't have to hide it anymore. Still, you have trouble remembering in the moment though.
"Will you at least sit down?" Wanda asks, drawing your attention back to her. She's looking at you with a sincere expression, "I know you are sore. I just don't want you to overdo it...... please, for me?"
You can't lie that it doesn't hurt, so you nod with a small smile. You move to the stools on the other side of the island. Just as you sit, voices come from the doorway.
Natasha and Steve enter back from their run. Your girlfriend's eyes land straight on you.
"There you are," she walks over quickly.
"Here I am," you playfully respond.
"You weren't in the room when I went to change. I got worried," she says as she stops in front of you. "What are you doing down here?"
You can't help the eye roll that follows. "Like I told her..." you nod your head towards Wanda on the other side of the island, "...I am perfectly capable of walking down to breakfast. You do know I'm not helpless right?"
"Of course, we know that, detka," the widow stands between your legs and wraps her arms around your shoulders. "We just worry is all. We love you."
You smile up at her from your spot on the stool. "I love you too," you say softly, so no one across the room can hear.
Natasha leans down and kisses you slowly, and you forget there are other people in the room with you. After a long moment, she pulls away and smiles down at you, "good morning, detka."
"Good morning."
"EW, get a room!" Yelena calls as she walks into the common space.
Everyone on the other side of the room laughs, and your left with cheeks the color of a tomato. You burry your face into Natasha, trying to hide from the embarrassment.
This is gonna take some getting used to.
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Walking into the living room for movie night, you find that most everyone is already seated.
Natasha had claimed their usual couch, while you and Wanda went to the kitchen to grab some snacks. She sits on one far end of the couch, leaning against the arm.
After passing out snacks, Wanda takes her place next Nat, curling into her immediately. You sit beside Wanda, however you do not scoot in. You leave a gap between them and you, just happy to sit on the same couch.
The two of them watch you, waiting for you to come join them, but you don't. They look away sadly, and their minds race.
They've come to pick up on things. Things that you have missed out on. Things that are just second nature to them, but almost foreign to you. Wrapping an arm around each other in the hallway, holding hands during meetings...
... and cuddling during movie night.
They share a look, a 'we need to fix this' look.
Natasha leaves her seat and moves to the opposite side of the couch and on the other side of you. Once settled, she reaches over and tugs you into her lap.
Wanda scoots until she is pressed to Natasha's side. She lifts your legs and drapes them across her lap.
At first, you sit completely stiff and rigid. Displays of affection like this are natural for you behind closed doors, but in front of others like this, you still feel uneasy.
Wanda places a hand on your thigh, drawing soothing circles onto your leg with her fingertips. Natasha rubs your back comforting you. They smile when the tension in your body releases, and you relax into them.
You curl into Natasha's chest and take Wanda's hand into your own, playing with her fingers. They chuckle when you start rearranging the rings on her fingers.
"Great, they're being gross again," Yelena teases from her place with Kate.
To everyone's shock, you confidently lift your middle finger to her with a smirk on your face. Everyone laughs, and Yelena throws a pillow at you. Of course, Wanda catches it with her powers and lowers it down into your lap.
"That's my girl," Natasha says proudly before kissing your cheek.
Steve stands in the middle of the room, with the remote in hand, "we're voting on the movie. You guys are the last ones to vote." He explains your options are a comedy or an action movie that everyone knows Tony loves to watch because it features some of his new tech. The action movie has 2 more votes than the comedy.
"Wait a second," Tony pops up in his chair, "they're all gonna vote together and win every time. They get one vote together."
"We may not even vote for the same movie!" Wanda counters.
Steve raises a hand to quiet them, "everybody gets their own vote. So?"
Natasha nudges you to vote first. After thinking for a moment, you go with the comedy. Immediately, your girlfriends vote for the same. Winning by one vote.
"I told you," Tony grumbles.
You smile knowing they did, in fact, just pick whichever movie you wanted. "Hey, we can watch that one next, Tony," you soothe him, and it seems to work.
As the movie plays, you keep getting distracted by the feel of your girlfriends' arms around you. You wonder if they know its all you've wanted every single movie night since you've been together.
A few happy tears escape your eyes and fall down your cheeks. You didn't notice, but Wanda did.
"Detka," she speaks into your mind, drawing your attention. "What's wrong?"
Swiping away the tears, you smile and shake your head, "I'm happy."
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A buzzing sounds from your bag on the other side of the gym.
This morning's workout was interrupted by a message from Fury calling for a team meeting in an hour. You perk up instantly.
Does this mean he's putting you on your first mission since you were shot?
You have patiently waited months to heal fully. Cho had finally cleared you for business as usual last month, but you knew there would be an extended 'just to be sure' period before getting back to work.
Believe it or not, Fury still feels a bit guilty that you nearly died on a mission you should never have been sent on.
With this message, you could be actually getting back into the field, and you are beyond excited. You practically skip through the halls on the way to the meeting.
Filing into the conference room, you see that your girlfriends have sat with an open chair between them. You smile and move to your spot in the middle.
They've kept you in the middle almost always since you got back. Maybe it was just them being overprotective or maybe they're just making up for all of the time you were away. Either way, you weren't complaining.
As the meeting began, Fury explains that there are two upcoming missions they will be discussing before handing the floor over to Hill.
Natasha started taking notes as always. Her other hand reached for yours. Your interlocked hands rested on top of the table for everyone to see.
You know you should be used to this by now, but you can't help the nervous feeling that rises in your stomach. Your heartbeat picks up, and you can hear it loudly in your ears. You're sure everyone else can too, but no one makes any show that they do.
A saving grace comes in the form of Wanda resting her hand on your thigh. It's still noticeable to others, but it's under the table. It grounds you without adding to the anxiety.
Thankfully, it soothes you enough to pay attention to the meeting as Maria begins detailing the first mission, intel retrieval. It's a simple in and out. You were expecting as much for your first mission.
"On this one, we need the Falcon, little Hawkeye, Belova, Maximoff and L/N," she lists.
Natasha's pen freezes mid-word. She looks up pointedly, "and me."
Everyone turns to her for a moment, then looking back to Hill, awaiting her response. You, however, keep your gaze locked on the Russian. You have to stop yourself from saying something.
"Agent Romanoff, you've been assigned to the other missio-"
"No," she interrupts, "if Y/n is going on that mission, so am I."
All is quiet until Wanda speaks up from beside you, "I'd feel better if she was there."
Your attention wrenches around to your other girlfriend now. Suddenly, anger floods you.
Why are they doing this? They know that you've been cleared for missions. You've been sparring together for months! Why are they fighting orders for this?
Crossing your legs, you force Wanda's hand to fall away from your thigh. You want to rip your hand out of Natasha's, but her grip tightens protectively.
"Agent L/N has been clear-"
"Director, request for new assignment," Natasha interrupts Maria, standing and facing Fury.
The room is silent. Everyone watches the gears turning in the director's head. After what felt like an eternity, he nods.
"Granted."
It seems like the entire room lets out a sigh, except you. They relax as the tension in the room is released, and the energy returns to normal.
You, however, feel humiliated. Your girlfriends don't think you can handle yourself on a mission, and they just let the entire team know it. Your clench your jaw tightly, and your leg bounces quickly for the rest of the meeting.
The moment the team is dismissed, you stand and leave without a word to anyone or a glance behind you. You head straight to the gym to resume your workout and blow off this steam before the mission.
After an hour of attacking a punch bag, you feel calm enough to go to your room and get ready for the mission. You're almost there when FRIDAY'S voice rings through the room. Director Fury requests your presence in his office.
You feel dread instantly and know this is not gonna be goood.
"You wanted to see me?" you ask, knocking on the doorframe.
Fury looks up from his papers. "Yes Agent," he stands behind his desk, "upon further consideration, I have determined that too many agents have been assigned to today's mission. So, I am removing you from the mission."
All the anger you just released into that workout comes back tenfold. "Is it because of Natasha?"
Fury tilts his head in the way that suggests you watch what you say next, "It would be irresponsible of me to put an agent at risk unnecessarily."
"Like you did you sent me undercover?" you scoff.
Truly, you hold no resentment towards Fury or Clint for the mission that landed you in the medbay, but you just can't help yourself at the moment.
"I'm sorry, Agent," he sits and returns to what he was working on earlier, "you will be notified of your next mission."
Taking a deep breath, you turn and walk through the hallway. So many emotions tumble around inside you, anger, disappointment, frustration, hurt, sadness.
You had been so excited to get back to doing what you love, to feel like you were yourself again, to put that damn mission behind you.
But that was all just ripped away.
There's no stopping you when you reach your bedroom, and Natasha and Wanda are inside getting geared up for the mission.
"There you are," Wanda exclaims, "you need to gear up."
"What did you say to Fury!?" you look to Natasha pointedly.
She looks at confused, "nothing, what are you talking about?"
"He took me off the mission! What did you say!?"
"Nothing!" she counters.
You look away and begin pacing the room, trying to channel all of this energy.
Wanda walks into your path with her arms open, "hey why don't you sit. We need to calm you down."
"No," you pull away.
When you look to them, they can see the tears now forming in your eyes. Their hearts drop, and they realize that something is really wrong.
You don't want to yell at them, but inside it feels like you need to. You hold it back as best you can, still trying to get your feelings across.
"I waited for that mission for months, and I got kicked off of it because you insisted to go!" You look to Natasha. "I finally had the chance to go back to what I love, doing something that makes the world a safer place. I was finally there again, and it was taken!"
"Another mission will come," Natasha tries to reassure you.
"Who knows when that will be?! You just told the entire team that you don't think I'm ready. That's not your decision!"
"We didn't take you off the mission, Y/n."
You run through your hair in agitation, "they listen to you! ... and they know we're together now! If you act like you don't trust my abilities, they won't either. THAT'S what kicked me off the mission! That's what will keep me off missions! You can't do that. It's not fair!"
"Agent Romanoff and Miss Maximoff, your quinjet is wheels up in five minutes," FRIDAY alerts.
Sitting on the bed, you hold your head in your hands. There's no time. You'll have to finish this conversation later.
Looking up with a sigh, you blink back tears of frustration. "Good luck on your mission. Please be safe. I love you." With that you stand and leave the room. The echos of 'I love you too' follow you down the hall.
When Natasha and Wanda return from the mission that night, they head to your shared room, expecting to find you in bed considering the late hour.
Unfortunately, the room is empty.
"FRIDAY, where is Y/n?" the widow asks the air.
There's a small delay, like FRIDAY actually has to look for you.
"Agent L/N is sitting on the roof patio."
They look to each other having a silent discussion. The pair decide to shower and change first, then they will venture up to the roof with blankets and a peace offering.
They thought a lot about what you said and what had happened. The mission was easy, basically child's play which only fed into their guilt more.
You were more than capable to handle thar mission. You could have done it with your eyes closed, and something they had done took it from you.
When they join you on the roof, Natasha brings the blanket, and Wanda holds a mug of your favorite hot chocolate.
They find you laying on the ground looking up at the stars. It brings back so many memories of the three of you doing just that. Those are some of their best memories.
"Hey," Wanda greets softly. She nods her head to one of the couches, "come sit with us?"
You agree silently, sitting on the couch. Your girlfriends sit on either side of you like usual. Natasha drapes the blanket across the three of you, and Wanda hands you a mug that reads 'This is the We're Sorry mug'.
You can't but chuckle, "where did you get this?"
The sokovian blushes, "the cabinet."
"It was solid white, but she did her thing," Natasha explains wiggling her fingers to reference Wanda's magic.
Nodding, you joke, "ah the wiggly-woos."
The witch rolls her eyes, "ha ha, very funny."
The pair settle into your sides, and you all fall quiet for a while. The faint sound of the nightlife far below is the only noise reaching your ears.
"We are sorry," Natasha speaks up, "you would have been more than capable of taking care of that mission. I shouldn't have intervened." She looks to you tenderly, "I'm sorry."
You gaze into each other's eyes, and you can see the true remorse that she feels. You nod once and lean your forehead forward. She understands the gesture and presses a long kiss to your forehead.
"We let our worries get in the way of your work, and you're right. That wasn't fair," Wanda adds. "We'll always worry about you, but from now on, we will also trust that you know what you are capable of. We won't get in the way anymore."
"and I'll talk to Fury," the Russian offers. "I'll let him know that you are ready.... if that's ok with you."
Smiling, you nod, "thank you. I'm sorry I got so upset."
"If you apologize for one more thing you don't have to apologize for..." the Sokovian threatens.
"You'll do what?" you call her bluff.
Wanda raises an eyebrow, "first, I'll drink your hot chocolate."
Clutching the mug, you gasp loudly, "you wouldn't dare."
"She would," Natasha teases from your other side, "and then we would tickle you relentlessly until you pleaded for mercy." To prove her point, both of their fingers brush against your sides, and you have to be careful not to spill your drink.
"No no no no no, I'm holding a drink," you exclaim between stifled laughs.
They relent, and you are able to relax back into them.
"You don't have to apologize for getting upset," Natasha wraps an arm around your shoulders, "you were excited to have an assignment."
"You deserved the mission," Wanda lays her head on your shoulder, "you have every right to be disappointed. We're sorry for our part in causing that."
Turning your head, you place a kiss to the top of her head, "I forgive you..." you turn to kiss Natasha's cheek, "...and you. Just please don't do it again."
"Promise."
You take a sip of your hot chocolate and hum happily.
"There's still one more part of your apology gift," Natasha nudges you gently. Wanda lifts her head to smirk at you, and your curiosity piqued.
"and what is that?"
The Russian leans until her lips brush against your ear, "after you finish that hot chocolate, let's go to bed, and we will show you just how sorry we are."
That hot chocolate was drank incredibly fast.
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Grumbles come from both you and Wanda when the alarm blares at 4am like it does every morning.
One would think Natasha would have turned it off considering the time you three finally fell asleep, but no. Like clockwork, the Russian rolls over to turn off the alarm and get out of bed.
“No,” you mutter and try to hold on to Natasha’s arm.
She chuckles lightly, looking down at you. Leaning down, she briefly kisses both of your lips, “I’m sorry, it’s time for my run.”
A heavy breath escapes your mouth, “ok.” You sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed.
“Wait, where are you going?” Wanda asks you, sitting up in her spot alone in the bed.
“My room,” you respond in the middle of a yawn.
Both of your girlfriends sigh. Wanda on the bed, Natasha standing near the drawers that keep her workout clothes.
It’s been a while since you’ve done this. It’s happened a lot less lately, but occasionally you still forget in a sleepy haze that you live in here now. You have for months.
Quickly, Wanda grabs your arm and drags you back to your spot next to her.
“This is your room,” the witch curls up against you and settles to fall back asleep.
Natasha shoots a quick text to Steve and returns to the bed. “One of these days,” she strokes your cheek tenderly, “I hope you stop trying to escape our bed.”
You look at her with a sad expression, "I'm sorr-"
They both stop you quickly.
Natasha shakes her head, "sshhhh."
Wanda presses a finger to your lips and drowsily mumbles, "no sorry. Only sleep." Her hand relaxes and rests flat on your chest.
Natasha has to suppress a laugh at her girlfriend's sleepy antics. She leans down to capture your lips again.
It's a short, sweet kiss, but it's what you needed in that moment.
When she tries to end the kiss, you chase her lips. You try to deepen the kiss only for her to stop you with a hand on your shoulder.
"Ah ah ah," the widow smirks at you teasingly, "I don't think so. Go back to sleep; you need it. The two of you were giggling until 3am last night."
Playful grumbles fall from your lips as you turn over to nestle against Wanda, pressing your forehead against hers.
"You were giggling too," the sokovian accuses without even opening her eyes. You can't help the happy giggles the bubble in your chest at the memory.
Behind you, Natasha lays down again, wrapping an arm around your waist, "that's why I'm going back to sleep too."
Your brows knit together, and you turn your head over your shoulder, "what about your run?"
"Steve will be alright on his own for a day." She presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, "I want to sleep in with my girls."
Happiness blooms and takes root in your chest. You settle back in with a smile on your face that stretches ear to ear.
"But what if he gets lost?" Wanda jokes, barely even awake.
A fit of giggles passes between the three of you, and before long, you all slip back into a peaceful slumber.
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A/N: I promise a proposal is coming! There was also supposed to be another scene in here, but I think I'll save it. So, it can be its own stand-alone piece. I hope you enjoyed! If you have any other ideas for this series let me know!
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miacheezytoon · 10 months
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sometimes when you're feelin' down you just gotta revisit your favorite musicals. or get into some new ones :)
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hecatescrystaldagger · 3 months
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every time i think about natasha romanoff i get real teary eyed n i cant work out if its the sleep deprivation, the mental illness, or the mommy issues thats causing it 🫶🏼
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littlemaust · 5 months
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//They immediately met my counter-offer this morning. So um. I guess I'm turning in my two weeks on Monday.
//My event today was the best one I have EVER thrown. The PM had an amazing attitude and was so happy to hang out with the trainees and get to know them. My AMs told their supers, This is mandatory - send your trainee or else. I had a full house, and the guys had SO. MUCH. FUN. I made them do a "Get to Know You Bingo" with prizes, so they had to go talk to EVERYBODY, including the PM and AMs. They did go karts and laser tag and VR and arcade games and hung out....just the best. (Which makes it so hard to think of leaving my boys)
// Since we started on such a high note, I'm anxious about the party tomorrow. Y'all. Isn't anxiety a hoot? 🙄 If today had bombed, I'd be nervous. It went well? still nervous! DELIGHTFUL.
// Diane went by my place today to check on Toshi and play with her. She sent me this picture and said, Yes, she did sniff my face lololol:
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// the weather was WICKED today. I drove through rain so vicious that we could barely see the road. But we made it! And then my adrenaline crashed as soon as we checked into the hotel, and I wanted to face plant into my bed, lol.
// my admin, Natasha, is with me, and she is great, and I'm glad to not have to do this all by myself, but she talks non-stop. We have the same taste in food, which means that our dinners out have been bomb, but I am deeply grateful for my sweet, sweet, silent hotel room.
// I have to get through tomorrow and drive back up north, and then I will have MADE IT.
// there are a lot of Feelings. I do not have the time right now.
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smallblueandloud · 6 months
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For the fanfic writer directors cut: ⭐
send me a ⭐ and i'll give a director's commentary on one of my fics!
for you, aur, i'll talk about my most recent CNL fic: oh, how was i to know, which is about clint realizing that natasha is his and laura's missing soulmate.
this fic kinda came out of two desires: i wanted to explore why S.H.I.E.L.D. knows about natasha and not laura, and i also wanted to explore the pre-bond time, cause i knew from the start that clint didn't know that natasha was his soulmate when he saved her life but i didn't know how to explain that
(it was fun to write about pre-canon CNL, though, cause it let me use the timeline i made for my very first CNL fic which will never see the light of day! one day, maybe, i'll use the laura backstory from that fic for something)
the fic kinda ended up centering around the middle scene, where natasha tries to grift clint and he sees through it. i didn't plan for this scene, but it makes sense -- i feel so, so strongly that natasha's trauma and past affect her WAY more than we see in canon. so writing that scene kinda ended up with me... theorizing how clint (and laura, by extension) would deal with that. and the answer is that they are also both traumatized! but also that clint leads with compassion, even when it's kinda stupid to do so, cause clint trusts his gut above all. and trusting natasha is the strongest gut feeling he ever has in his life, even before he finds out that she's his soulmate.
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I'm going to lose my fucking mind
#For context: I was going to make a post complaining about how lesbians don't have enough good musical theater duets#(like we have the love songs from 'The Color Purple' which're alright but doesn't match the passion or desperation present in the book imo#'Changing My Major' which is a great love song but doesn't hit that sweet duet spot#'Dance With You' and the last verse of 'You Happened' from The Prom are sweet but the girls barely get to actually sing about each other#Honestly 'Oh Well' from Love In Hate Nation comes closest to what I want but it ends on a bittersweet note unless you see the show live#If only Elphaba and Glinda were canon...#But anyway. I can't believe that there's an adaptation of The Color Purple coming in the year of our lord 2023 and this is#how they're talking about Shug Avery. Her *role model*. Lock up your *husbands*. Ick. Pfaff.#I mean they're going to be gay. You can't get around that. But Shug is the love of her life. Can we please talk about that in the character#Don't mind me I'm just over here overreacting#From what I've read one of the biggest adaptational changes in the musical is her reaction to Shug's affair.#Like in the book Shug is the one light in her life. I sobbed myself to sleep over her nosedive in self-worth when they took a break#In the musical she's just...fine with it? I get why that's more satisfying emotionally but I still think it undermines their relationship#I don't get the curse thing either. I'm a little fuzzier on this part but in the book doesn't she just leave him and she's able to thrive?#Then when he asks her to get back together she's able to just know that the worst with Shug or alone is better than the best with him?#This book man. I hate that there isn't an adaptation as devoted to the Celie/Shug relationship as the book is.#Hate that the only recommendation I've seen calling it a sapphic book was from someone who thought that Celie's letters were to her lover#I remember watching this steamy adaptation of a Shakespeare play in soph Eng and seething because they only kiss once in the 1985 movie#Ig I can't expect too much from 1985 but...it was in the book! It was one of the most important parts! They don't even live together in it!#This was all to say I wast a lesbian 'Green Green Dress' a lesbian 'Home' a lesbian 'Natasha & Anatole' a lesbian Legally Blonde finale#The list goes on#I'm sure The Color Purple (2023) will be a good adaptation and movie. I will not pop blood vessels while watching it.#Maybe I should just avoid press releases and the movie will surprise me in a good way.
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mlmmryang · 3 months
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guys emo boy came home 😌 now I’m hoping for a Luocha rerun with 2.0!!!
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honoraryfairy · 1 year
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missing her so very much currently ☹️ </3
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maximotts · 1 year
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Hi motts! I don’t know if you’ve answered this before but how did Wanda and Natasha first meet in private hire? pspspsps your stories are so good!! I can’t wait to read them all in one sitting when there’s more time 😌
Hi nonnie!! I think I may have mentioned it once or twice? But idk if it was publicly or in depth at all!! I actually do have this written as a fic, fun fact, but it’s just wandanat so I never posted it sO!!!
They met while Natasha was trying to take down Strucker’s whole nasty syndicate in Sokovia and enter Wanda, a part of Strucker’s operation. Not that she really wanted to be, but hey, not too many choices for orphans. Natasha’s initial plan to her people were to get in and take out kill whoever made a fuss.
Wanda didn’t really actively make an issue, but she sure was in Natasha’s way. So it’s really enemies to lovers tbh, in which Nat’s like, “I’m not going to kill you, but you have to let me do this.” (It’s important to note that Wanda is a few years younger than Natasha as well, think AoU Wanda and Natasha era)
Basically a lot of back and forth happens over a few days they argue and really Wanda is so annoyed by Natasha, but Nat just thinks Wanda has a much larger bark than her bite but eventually Natasha offers for Wanda to come back to America with her anddd well, obviously she does 😅
This was like… sparknotes version of how they met but yeah basically like… working together for convenience and then when Wanda comes to America she relies on Natasha for many a thing
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fiorencepughs · 2 months
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can user romanoffthereal come back to me this isn’t funny anymore
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Peter Parker headcanons
(just random thing i thought of that he would do)
so
he’s pretty shy at first because bruh
hes not smooth AT ALL
but if you keep trying to talk to him, include him whatever
he will never stop talking to you
hes a great friend so an even better boyfriend
and he’s hot asf
ned his ultimate wingman does absolutely nothing to actually help peter, so you definitely knew that he was crushing hard even before he started to try to ask you out
once you were dating he would plan the most romantic dates
he would hash them out with mj because obviously he needs them to be perfect
lets pretend for a minute that civil war didn’t happen
so peter and you are like interns and your also super heroes
peter didn’t know you were though before you told him
but tony knew so he hired you as intern the first time you walked into the lab
you both spend a lot of time in the compound
you especially because your home life isn’t great
the avengers are pretty protective over you
so imagine their surprise when you pick up the phone one day
like, “hey, babe,” or something like that lol
theyre like “oooo a s/o????”
you’re like how did you not know??? we haven’t been hiding it???
they’re like who is it???
you just roll your eyes and leave
peter shows up at the compound the next day for a lab
the two of you go up and get snack from the kitchen
he backs you up against the counter and like
lifts you so that he can stand between your legs and make out with you
Sam comes in and flat out screams
he starts yelling about how you guys are just babies and he’s blind
you guys sort of scoot your way out of the kitchen during his dramatics
at dinner everyone is looking at you and steve tries to give the talk
you and peter both recite WORD FOR WORD the captain america psa about sex ed and get the whole table laughing
Natasha comes up to you and grins, “he’s a good one, that peter,” she tells you.
you glance fondly over at him, talking animatedly to Steve about how star wars is so much better than star trek
”yeah. he is.”
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katethewriter · 2 years
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Just Come Home
sequel to Wish We Could Be Like That
Pairing: WandaNat x Reader
Words: 6.5~
Summary: Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Inspired by the song Where's My Love by SYML
Warnings: bad words, miles and miles of angst, grab some tissues, you were warned 🙃
A/N: This part ended up being much longer than I had originally planned, but my brain ran away from me. So, I just let it. As always, thank you for the support and patience :) I hope you enjoy!
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Part One - Part Two - Part Three
When night falls with no call from y/n, Natasha and Wanda try not to worry. It’s the first night of a mission. You’re probably just busy getting settled. They have no idea how long the mission is meant to last. For all they know, you could be on your way back to the compound now. You promised you would call the first chance you could. They just have to trust that you know what you’re doing. There’s no need to worry.
When the sun rises and sets the next day with no word from y/n, there is no stopping the worry that settles in their stomachs. Still they know there is no need to panic. You said you would call, and as soon as you can, you will.
On the third day, the pair, along with the rest of the team, are sent on a mission that distracts them for the vast majority of the day. When they arrive back to the compound, they are exhausted. They fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows, though they clutch their phones tightly.
The fourth day they spend watching their phones closely. The devices are never more than a foot away. They must keep them within an arm’s reach, waiting for the call that should come any moment. It never does.
By the fifth day, panic is setting in. Never have you gone this long without speaking. No matter who was gone on a mission, someone would call. Whether it was Wanda and you calling Natasha from out in the field or Natasha and you call Wanda from the compound, whatever the combination, a call is always made. Except this time.
Something must be wrong. What if you need backup? What if you are injured and can’t call? What if you’ve been captured? Its enough of a worry that they rush to the command room. They need to assemble a rescue party.
Entering the command room, they find Maria and Steve looking over a display board. The pair walk directly to them.
“Have you heard from Y/n since she left for her mission?” Natasha asks.
Maria answers in a tone that sounds completely unbothered, “no.”
Wanda and Nat share a concerned glance. “When need to assemble a team now,” the widow urges.
They don’t exactly get the reaction they were hoping for. Steve shows slight concern, while Maria shows nothing but confusion.
“Why?”
Wanda wrings her hands, “something is wrong. We haven’t heard from her since the day she left. She said she would call.”
“Not this time,” the brunette shakes her head.
“She always calls.”
“We have her phone,” Maria looks between the two for just a moment, “she’s deep undercover with no contact. Infiltrating one of the largest, most powerful organized crime rings in the city. We can’t risk blowing her cover.”
“and she’s out there alone?!”
“Of course not,” Steve tries to reassure them, “don’t worry. She’s in good hands.”
The two red heads share and uneasy glance.
“Who is she with?”
FIVE DAYS EARLIER
Shit.
There, standing in front of you, Clint lowers his bow. You share a look. No words are spoken, but an agreement is made: whatever tension they have between them has to wait until this mission is over.
"Welcome to the party.” He eyes you up and down, before nodding his head in the opposite direction of the illuminated door way, “I’ve got us set up in here.”
You follow him into a room that seems to have once been a conference room. Chairs have been moved to line the walls on either side of the door. One table sits in the center of the room, a few boxes labeled as food wait to be unpacked. Another long table is positioned parallel to the wall with about a three foot gap in between. Files and papers are scattered across the table, and on the wall behind it, Clint has begun to organize the information, using tape to hang pages from the wall.  Two more tables are stacked in front of the other set of double doors that lead back into the hall.  
 There are two cots set up on opposite sides of the room. You can see where he has clearly claimed one. A tray of trick arrows in various stages of assembly, along with clothes that would never fit you are spread across his corner of the room.
All along the wall below the boarded up windows, an arsenal of weapons is laid out. Snipers, hand guns, knives, and arrows sit, ready for a fight at a moment’s notice. Even a few batons that are typically reserved for Natasha and Yelena wait for their chance at some action.
Approaching the boarded windows, you find various places with gaps in the wood. They are small openings. Undetectable from the outside, but they are more than enough to afford you a good view of the surrounding area.
Turning to what has apparently been designated as your side of the room, you approach a desk with a few monitors and a laptop. The images on the screens switch from various views of the halls you just entered through along with several angles of the alleys on the other side of the building. All appear to be live feed based on the time stamp in the corner of each image.
“We’ve got the building completely bugged,” Clint calls from across the room. “No one’s getting in undetected.” You glance over to him, where he’s back to assembling arrows, “Our rendezvous with the tracksuits is at 10 tonight. You should get settled. There’s clothes for you in that duffel. Food on that table. Its gonna be a long night. If you think you’ll need some rest, you should probably do that now.”
“Yes sir,” you mumble sarcastically under your breath. He doesn’t hear it.
“I’ve also started organizing our intel,” he motions towards the table littered with paperwork, “might want to glance over some of it before we get started."
All you offer him is a silent nod of your head, as you make your way to your space. You drop your bag at the foot of your bed, if you can really call it that. On the ground next to it, is a large duffel bag. Kneeling in front of it, you open the bag to find a wide array of street clothes, all in your size. Rifling through the pile of clothes, you finally decide on an outfit.
As you begin to change, it doesn’t dawn on you that you are undressing in front of Clint. With your back turned to him, you just simply act as if he’s not there. He’s probably too preoccupied with making arrows to even give you a glance.
Except he’s not.
As you lift Natasha’s shirt that you borrowed from their closet this morning, he catches sight of the bruise that covers your shoulder blades and the purple handprint around your bicep. His mind instantly plays the interaction from that night. He didn’t’ think he had grabbed you that hard, but he was pretty upset. His emotional plight to protect Natasha’s heart had maybe clouded his judgement.
Suddenly, Clint remembers the mission and decides to push that out of his mind. He needs to focus and do what he was sent here to do. He returns his attention to his arrows, and you are none the wiser.
You bring the shirt up to your nose and inhale deeply. It smells mostly of Nat, hints of Wanda linger on the fabric only because the two have shared a closet for so long. You absolutely resent the fact that you were not given enough time to go pack at least a few things for yourself. You definitely would have grabbed more of your girlfriend’s clothes.
But all you have is this one shirt and the jeans you wore with it. You throw the top onto your bed, knowing you will most likely need it to be able to sleep tonight. You quickly throw on the clothes that SHIELD had packed for you.
With that out of the way, you turn to the wall of intel. Phone records, images from security cameras, a stack of arrest warrants, evidence of a few shell companies and fronts, all the way down to grocery receipts. It’s a mess. 80% of it doesn’t make sense. There’s no connections or real structure, but that’s why you’re here. To untangle the web this group has meticulously woven around themselves.
You’re so far down the tracksuit rabbit hole, that you don’t notice Clint joining you until he is practically standing right next to you.
From under a file, he pulls a photo that looks like it was taken by a traffic cam. Two men are standing outside a door, completely unaware they are being photographed. Clint points to the guy on the left, “that is William Lopez. He recently died in a car accident.”
“An accident or an ‘accident’,” you ask with air quotes the second time you say accident.
“There’s a 97.8% chance that there was foul play.”
You nod, using air quotes again, “’accident’, got it.”
Clint points to the guy on the right, “and that’s Wilson Fisk. He was Lopez’s right hand man, now he runs the whole operation.” Based solely on his appearance, you understand how Lopez’s accident was an ‘accident’.
“So what’s his deal?” you ask scanning over the materials again.
“Not sure,” the archer grabs another document and examines closely. “The group has been rapidly acquiring a wide array of different chemicals and substances in large quantities.”
“What ever they’re trying to make, they’re trying to make a ton of it,” under a set of files, you find a blank notebook and begin jotting things down as you come across them. “Question is: why?”
Clint nods, “we’re posing as suppliers, and suppliers don’t ask questions. It’s probably gonna take several shipments to gain their trust enough to start digging. “
“Where is the shipment now?” you pause to turn to him, notebook still in hand.
“Already packed in the car downstairs, and this…” he hands you a rather large book, “…is everything there is to know about the items we’re supplying. Our best angle is to go in as family, probably siblings. You would be the one with the knowledge of our supply. I’m the muscle to help you move it.”
With a shrug, you agree, “works for me.” You open the book and turn to the first page, “looks like I have some reading to do.” You make your way over to your bed and sit.
“Just give yourself time to rest and get ready, the exchange is tonight at 10-“
“tonight at 10.” You say just as he does.
With your nose stuck in the book, he knows he won’t get anything more out of you until you finish. He returns to his arrows.
While you’re doing your homework, he’s doing his homework.
~Cold sheets, oh where's my love?~
Days turn into weeks turn into months.
For Natasha and Wanda it all starts to blend together.
Two and a half months have passed since the last time they spoke to you, and it shows.
The pair try to stay busy to make the time pass faster, and it almost works.
The days are not so bad. Natasha spends more and more time training, picking up extra missions when she can. More times than not, Wanda will join her on these impromptu missions. The rest of her spare time is spent in the kitchen usually. She cooks and bakes to keep her hands busy. Within the first three weeks, she has mastered the recipes of your favorite foods and deserts. Subconsciously, she’s hoping that if she can make the right dish, maybe that will be the day that you’re home in time to eat it.
Of course you never are. So the rest of the team get to reap the benefits of her stress baking.
The days continue in this manner. Keeping busy helps while the sun is up, but the night is a different beast altogether.
Cold.
That’s the first thing Wanda thinks when she rolls over in the middle of the night. She reaches out across the bed seeking her girlfriends for warmth, but all the she finds is empty sheets.
The Sokovian lays there in confusion for a moment, wondering where the two of you are. As she gradually becomes more aware of her surroundings, she remembers. Y/n is gone. But she distinctly remembers Natasha being here when she fell asleep.
Though she’s not here now.
It only takes a moment longer for her to think of where the widow must have gone. Wanda rolls out of bed and makes her way through the compound. She quickly enters your room long enough to swipe a blanket from your bed.
When the elevator doors open, she finds Nat. The widow sits on the roof looking up at the night sky. Wanda silently approaches, taking her place next to her. The younger woman wraps the blanket around both of their shoulders.  
In silence, Wanda takes in Natasha’s features for a moment. The clench of her jaw, the way the corners of her mouth point downwards, the glassy reflection of unshed tears in her eyes.
“Have you found any constellations?” she asks, turning to look up as well.
“No,” Nat mumbles, “it all just looks like dots.”
That’s kind of how she feels at the moment. In the grand scheme of things, her life has not drastically changed. She still gets up and trains, goes on missions, spends time with the team, all the things she did when Y/n was here, but without her… it all just feels like she’s going through the motions.
Its strange how someone can come into her life, changing it by so little and by so entirely much at the exact same time.
The widow pulls the blanket tighter around her body. She grabs the fabric bringing it to her nose. She inhales deeply, hoping your scent will make her feel better. But it only strengthens the ache in her chest.
A tear slips down her cheek as she looks back up to the sky, “I miss her.”
Wanda releases a long sigh. She rests her head on Nat’s shoulder, “I know, me too.”
~I am searching high.
I'm searching low, in the night.~
You toy with the rings around your neck, as you look up at the sky. From behind this warehouse, you can’t really see much of the stars, but its enough to spot Ursa Major, one of the constellations you had shown Nat and Wanda the night they asked you to be theirs.
The memory makes you smile and ache at the same time. You’re lost in your thoughts of the that night and how much you miss your girlfriends, you almost miss the group of cars approaching the warehouse.
When the headlights grab your attention, you quickly duck back into building.
“Just pulled up,” you relay to Clint as he leans against the SUV, filled with your shipment. Almost three months in, and you are finally starting to be accepted more by the group. Several exchanges of the goods has left you in the group’s good graces.
This rendezvous is no different.
They come. They check the shipment. Some words are exchanged, and you’re done… almost.
The rest of the men load up the shipment and most exit the warehouse, except one car lingers behind with you and Clint.
One of the younger tracksuits remains while two others get in the car and wait with the engine running. Kazi, as you’ve learned his name to be, approaches you and slips a note to you. “Boss heard you know what you’re talking about when it comes to all this stuff,” he says under his breath. “He thinks maybe you could show our guys a thing or two. Your grandpa stays home though.” He quickly glances between you and Clint who is standing quite a bit away leaning against the SUV.
From the beginning, they hadn’t taken to Clint for whatever reason. Probably because he reaks of Avenger mojo. They trusted him partially because they haven’t had a reason not to, but mostly because you vouched for him. This is the break you had been waiting for. You’ve been inching your way in a little more with each interaction, never fully breaching the inner circle.
This is your chance. Now all you have to do is convince Clint to cooperate.
“Think about it,” Kazi says, and then he’s gone. Quickly making his way to their car, they peel off and drive off into the night.
You inspect the note, and all you find is seven numbers scratched quickly in blue ink. A phone number clearly. One they don’t just give out to anybody apparently. You pocket the note and make your way back to your vehicle.
Clint raises his brows at you playfully, “someone’s gotta crush.”
You roll your eyes as you climb into the passenger seat of the car. “Can you just drive please”
“So you got a hot date this weekend?” he eggs on further.
“Ha ha ha,” you retort sarcastically, “very funny, everybody’s got jokes.” You fish out the burner phone SHIELD had issued and began flipping through the contacts you have made with the tracksuits to compare to the new number, “he’s not even my type.”
The archer laughs at your remark, “oh yeah? What’s your type?”
“Red headed and female,” you quip back, too preoccupied with your contact list to think before you said it.
However, you do notice the deathly silence that washes over the car. You quickly recount the conversation and realize what had accidentally just came out of your mouth. Instantly, you know how Clint took your words. He thinks you mean Wanda. Which you do, but you also include Natasha in the same category of red headed females.
You chance a glance over to him, and you know you’ve messed up.
The archer’s grip on the steering wheel has turned his knuckles white as snow. The clench of his jaw rivals the grip of an alligators. The anger rolls off of him in waves.
“Its comments like that are why I asked you on this mission.”
His words slap you across your face, and you turn to him in disbelief.
“What?”
Clint shakes his head, eyes never leaving the road, “This was a solo mission. I told Fury to send you too.”
Shock slips into feelings of betrayal.
“Why?”
The car comes to a stop at a red light, and he looks over to you, “to keep you away from Wanda.”
Betrayal melts into fury.
Fury towards him for volunteering you. Fury towards Fury for agreeing to it. Fury towards yourself for getting yourself in this position in the first place.
~Does she know that we bleed the same?~
Yelena’s back hits the mat for the seventeenth time since she and Natasha had begun sparring less than an hour ago.
“Cyka,” the blonde hisses, “would let up at least a little please. It would really suck if I get benched from missions because my sister broke my back in training.”
“Sorry,” the older widow offers her hand to pull her sister to her feet, “just a little on edge.”
She is way more than “a little on edge”. According to the timeline they were given by Maria at the beginning of your mission, you should have come home two months ago. Natasha walks into the command room every day, expecting that today will be the day you are on your way back to the compound.
They are waiting for the message from you that states you have reached your objective, obtained the data you were to obtain, and that you were ready for extraction.
Yet every day they are met with the same reply: radio silence.
There’s no need to panic until you miss a check in, which you have not.
They just have to wait… and wait.. and wait… for word from you.
“Shit, Y/n name better move her ass on this mission,” Yelena groans as she makes it to her feet, “I don’t know how much of this I can take. Wanna go again?”
Natasha eyes her sister incredulously, “you sure about that? You’re barely standing on your own.” She teases her sister.
“I’m great,” the blonde holds up a thumbs up, “are you kidding? I’m barely breaking a sweat.”
The older widow pats her sister on the back, “let’s call it for today. I need to go check with Maria anyway.” She makes her way over to the side of the mat, quickly she grabs her water bottle and towel from their place on the ground.
Yelena calls after her, “sestra, they will call you when they have an update…” Her words fall on deaf ears as her sister is already out of the gym.
Yelena knew her sister cared for y/n. She knew that even before she found out about the throuple, but she never fully understood the extent until she saw her sister and future sister-in-law stuck spending so much time apart from their third.
It was tangible for everyone. Even those who had no suspicion at all of y/n’s involvement in their relationship can clearly tell the impact her absence is having on them. It probably wouldn’t be so bad if they could at least talk to her, but the complete cut off only worsens the effect.
Maria and Steve are standing in the same spot looking over the same display screens they always are when Natasha enters the command room. They look up as the widow approaches them. Their expressions are different than they have been in the past days Natasha has come to them for a check in.
She can sense the change, and for a moment, she is hopeful. They have news. You’re finally done with this damn mission. You’re coming home.
Nat comes to a stop in front of the pair and looks between them expectantly. “Any news?” she asks when they remain silent.
“Yes,” Steve nods with his lips pursed, “they checked in early this morning.”
“…and?”
Maria takes a deep breath, “they’re not done yet.”
 Natasha deflates internally, but her cool exterior is poised as she was always trained to be. She nods with a slight clench in her jaw. She looks at the brunette and she can tell there is more, “…and?”
Maria breaks eye contact to look down at the tablet in her hands. She raises her eyes once more to Natasha, “…and they’re extending the mission by another month… at least.”
If Natasha deflated before, she crumbles now. She keeps her expression calm, but she can’t quite fight the sudden glassiness of her eyes. However upset she is, she manages to keep the tears from falling down her cheeks. “Are they ok?”
Steve nods, “they were given an opportunity they can’t pass. The whole reason they were sent under in the first place.”
Natasha nods her head in understanding. She knows what its like. She’s been in that same position. When all the cards are aligning, and you’re just waiting for the ace that will end the game. Though the difference is that at the time she didn’t have people waiting for her to come home, and if she did, she got to actually say goodbye, before she left for who knows how long.
She’s not mad at y/n; she’s just mad at the situation.
“Keep me posted,” the widow says, before she exits the command room in search of Wanda, the only other person who knows how she feels at the moment.
~Don’t want to cry, but I break that way.~
Wanda floats around the kitchen preparing lunch for the team. She’s trying her hardest to keep her hands busy to keep her mind off the fact that she misses her girlfriend.
The counters are covered with ingredients for ramakin pot pies. A dish she first made during your two months of solitude in the compound. They were a huge success. You had loved them, begging for her to make them again more than a handful of times. She has since memorized the recipe. Now she moves almost on autopilot. Her hands work off of muscle memory as her mind wanders elsewhere.
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Wanda checks the three single serving dishes in the oven. She is adjusting the temperature when a set of arms snake around her waist. A familiar scent washes over her, and a kiss is planted on her cheek.
“Those look divine,” Natasha praises her fiancé.
The younger woman leans back into the embrace, “I hope they turn out well. It’s the first time I’ve tried them.” She taps Nat’s arms, silently asking to be released. The widow obliges after a few more kisses are placed on Wanda’s cheeks.
Wanda begins to tidy the kitchen, which is probably the messiest she’s ever left it.
“What made you decide to try them?” the widow asks as she immediately helps with gathering the dirty dishes in the sink and begins to wash them.
With an arm full items to be returned to the pantry, Wanda replies, “I was flipping through one of y/n’s recipe book, and it caught my eye. My mother used to make something similar, though it was a bit more Sokovian.” She closes the pantry door and makes her way back into the kitchen, “I never learned that recipe though.” She adds a few mixing spoons to the dirty pile Natasha is working through.
“What is that?” you round the corner drawn to the kitchen by the savory aroma wafting through the compound halls. “It smells delicious!”
The pair’s smile instantly brighten at your interest. Its only been a week and a half since they brought you into their relationship, and they are entirely smitten with you.
Wanda pauses midway through wiping the counter to turn to you with her lips puckered. You immediately grant her the wish, still not one hundred percent sure this isn’t just some amazingly beautiful fever dream  you’ve slipped into.
“Ramakin Pot Pies,” Natasha says, quickly grabbing your attention. She leans towards you, asking for a kiss of her own. A wish you immediately grant.
You pause for a moment taking in the sight before you. Dinner in the oven, and both of your girlfriends in the kitchen cleaning the evidence of the preparation. Your eyes narrow, “and who exactly made the pies?” You ask with a playful hesitance to your voice.
“That would be yours truly,” Wanda smiles amusedly.
You turn to her, “just you?”
“Yes, why?”
“Oh thank god,” you let out an over dramatic sigh, “for a second I thought Nat made them. Now I know they are in fact edible.”
The pair both halt and look directly at you. Wanda bursts into laughter, while Nat looks very much less amused.
“No offence,” you smile cheekily to the widow who sets down the dish she is currently washing.
“Offence taken,” she replies, before quickly lunging at you with her soapy hands.
With a loud squeal, you dodge her first advance, but she quickly regains her footing. To avoid being smothered in the bubbles coating her hands, you take off, running out of the kitchen and down the hall in a fit of laughter with Natasha close behind.
Coming to a corner, you try to redirect your momentum fast enough to throw her off. Try being the key word here.
You manage to stop your forward motion, but before you can pivot down the new hallway, Natasha’s weight impacts you from behind. The pair of you go down in a rather ungraceful crash. The bubbles Natasha had carried from the kitchen sink fly and smear over both of you.
The initial impact certainly hurt, but it was quickly overcome with the fit of giggles as the two of you lay in a tangled pile on the floor.
At the sound of your fall, Wanda quickly follows down the hallway. She rushes to you in concern, only to be pulled down by the two of you. The three of you roll around playfully.
It’s a miracle you made it back to the kitchen in time to save the pies from burning.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wanda is placing the last of the small dishes into the oven when Natasha’s voice startles her out of her day dream of a memory that feels like years ago and somehow also like it was just yesterday.
The dish slips through her hands and lands on the ground in a shattering crash.
“I’m so sorry lyubov. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” Natasha quickly apologizes as she moves to begin cleaning the mess, but Wanda stops her.
With a wave of her hand, the shattered dish as well as the uncooked meal it vanish from the floor and appear in the trash can. “It’s ok,” Wanda reassures her, “it was an extra anyway.” She’s been doing that a lot lately. She’ll make an extra serving of whatever she is making. Sometimes its an unconscious accident, including y/n in the head count without realizing it. Sometimes it is just wishful thinking.
The witch closes the oven and sets a timer. She then turns to Natasha fully taking her in since she entered the room.
Wanda first notices the worry and sadness in her face. Next she unintentionally hears Natasha’s very loud thoughts.
They have to suffer another four weeks of this… and that’s the best case scenario.
She can’t stop the tears that flood her eyes. The only thing that has kept her going these past couple weeks is the belief that there is a light at the end of this tunnel. But this tunnel just keeps stretching and stretching with no end in sight.
It almost feels hopeless.
Natasha steps forward wrapping her arms around her girlfriend, “its gonna be ok.”
But Wanda is tired of hearing ‘its gonna be ok’
‘she’s gonna come home soon’
‘just a little longer’
It’s feeling more and more hopeless as the time goes on.
Wanda pulls from Nat’s arms, “no, its not gonna be ok.” The tears roll down fat and heavy. “It feels like she’s never coming back. What if she doesn’t want to come back? What if she just keeps running?”
The older woman’s eyebrows furrow together, “what do you mean, detka? Of course, she’s coming back.”
“What if we were too late?” the younger woman questions. “Keeping the secret that long…. Did we push her away? Did we push her into this? Are we the reason she won’t come home?”
“Where is this coming from?” Natasha takes Wanda’s face into her hands.
The anguish is ever present on the sokovian’s face, “What else can this be? I can’t think of another reason. Why would she take a mission like this? Why would she leave without saying goodbye?” Natasha tries to calm her, wiping at the tears even as more flood down her cheeks. “Why won’t she just come home?”
~Did she run away?
Did she run away? I don’t know.~
“It’s just what he said, Clint,” you repeat for what feels like the one hundredth time.
You’ve been at this for hours. So long that the sun should be rising any second. You’re exhausted. You just want a few hours of sleep before you begin prepping yourself for what the tracksuits have in store for you.
After that very tense car ride last night, you had laid the cards on the table. Telling Clint what Kazi said, about their offer, how this is the best chance you have to finally nail down exactly what it is they are trying to do with these supplies.
The archer paces back and forth, “I can’t send you in there by yourself.”
“Swallow your pride, Barton,” you snap back, “look I’m sorry you didn’t get an invitation to the sleepover, but this is what we were sent to do. This is the closest we’ll get to the boss and his agenda, and you know it.”
Your partner stops and turns to you, “this has nothing to do with my pride. This is about safety, specifically yours-“
“No.” You cut him off, “you don’t get suddenly fall back on some ‘for my safety’ bullshit, when we both know you have been waiting to take me out for months. Look, this two birds-one stone for you. I get the intel you need to report back to base, and the tracksuits kill me so you can keep your hands clean.”
Clint shakes his head, but doesn’t stop his pacing, “I’m not waiting to take you out. Even if you are trying to ruin my best friend’s relationship, you’re a damn good agent. This has nothing to do with that.”
“It has everything to do with that!” you stand now. “It’s the only reason I’m on this mission. You asked for me to be here,” you step into his path, stopping him mid step, “now, let me do what I was sent here to do.”
The archer’s eyes stare into yours, and you match his gaze. You hold there for what feels like an eternity.
Something catches the light and draws his attention down. His eyes drop to the necklace hanging from your neck. Specifically, his gaze is captured by the two rings that hang side by side. He would recognize those rings anywhere. The one of the left he has seen on his best friend’s finger for the better part of two years now. The one of the right he had helped pick it out, hours he spent with Natasha in various stores, eventually to the one that designed it custom for her.
When you notice his gaze has dropped, you follow his line of sight to see your necklace resting on top of the fabric of your shirt. You hadn’t noticed when it somehow came untucked from its usual hiding place. Quickly, you grab it to tuck it back into place, but its too late. He’s seen them.
“Why do you have those?”
You turn and begin rummaging through your bag for your sleep clothes, “it’s a long story.”
You always wore the same thing to sleep: the shirt you had taken from Nat and Wanda’s closet the morning you left for the mission and a pair of gym short curtesy of SHIELD. Nat’s shirt has long lost her and Wanda’s scent, but its still the closest you will get to the real thing while you’re here.
Hoping to escape the conversation, you make your way to the door. Normally you would have just changed in the room even with him there, but you really wanted to evade this line of questioning.
As you’re about to walk past him, he grabs your arm, much like did in the hallway that night several months ago. “Y/n, why do you have Nat and Wanda’s rings?”
Without a word, you look from his eyes to his grip on your arm. Immediately, he releases your arm and steps back with his hands in the air.
You decide that now is the time, “They gave them to me.”
“Why?”
“So, on the day they propose to me, I can give them back.”
The silence is loud, deafening really. You watch as he tries to understand.
It seems like forever before he speaks again, “…when they propose to you?”
You nod.
“I’m with Nat and Wanda,” you straighten your back, “I am their girlfriend, and they are both mine.”
As the sun peeks over the horizon, light beams through the exposed gaps of the boarded windows, and a sudden weight lifts from your shoulders. However he reacts is how he reacts, and that is his problem, not yours. The burden you’ve carried vanishes.
~If she ran away,
If she ran away, come back home.~
Maria and Steve are standing in the same spot looking over the same display screens they always are when Natasha enters the command room. They look up as the widow approaches them.
She comes to a stop in front of them, “any news?”
She knows what the answer is. They told her less than 24 hours ago that you had checked in yesterday to extend the mission by another month. Its too soon for anything new. Your next check in isn’t for two weeks.
At this point, no news is good news.
Maybe that’s why Natasha still comes every day to almost always be met with the same answer. She has to ask. Not necessarily to check for good news, just to make sure there isn’t any bad.
Steve can understand that need. “No,” he offers her a sympathetic smile.
 The widow only nods. With a heavy sigh, she turns to exit. Only three steps, and she is being stopped by a voice behind her.
“Natasha.”
She turns back to the pair.
Maria’s brow is furrowed ever so slightly, “No contact missions aren’t new. Y/n and Clint are good agents. What’s the difference? Why are you so concerned about this one?”
Natasha glances down for less than a second, despite her best efforts, a tear slips down her cheek. “Wanda and I are seeing y/n.” The other two nod, that information now known across the entire agency. “You sent her out so fast,” she swats away another tear before it can leave her eye, “you didn’t give her time to say goodbye.”
Both Maria and Steve nods in solemn understanding. Nat turns to leave again and is stopped again.
“I can’t promise I can get a message through,” Maria cautions, “but if I can, what do you want it to say?”
~Just Come Home~
Part Three
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