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gummydummy19 · 6 months

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Movie night

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x male reader

Summary: The boys catch their girl getting an early start on movie night and it makes the night take an interesting turn.

Content Warnings: Threesome, smut, dom/sub dynamics, watching porn, squirting, P/V sex, mentions of anal

A/N: I'm genuinely ashamed at how long this took me to write... thank you @hauntedkittenfun for the request and the incredible patience lol

Word Count: 2800+

You were out with Steve, walking around the grocery store looking for snacks. Tonight was movie night. It was a tradition Steve and Natasha had for years and when you joined the Avengers, it didn't take long before they invited you to join. The three of you were basically inseparable. Always goofing around together, flirting and teasing.

'Found it! Steve chirped, dropping two big bags of popcorn in the shopping cart you were pushing.

'Great, I think that's about it' you said, scanning the cart to make sure you had everything.

The both of you loaded your shopping bags in the car and drove back to the compound.

You glanced over at Steve who was sitting in the passenger seat, looking all pretty.

'Hey, eyes on the road,' he joked

'Aye aye, captain,' you grinned back

When you arrived home, you expected Nat to come out and help you put the groceries away, but she was nowhere to be found.

You had agreed to watch the movie in the living room since that room had the biggest TV. So that's where you decided to look first.

'Do you...do you hear something?' Steve mumbled halfway down the hall.

'No...what do you hear?' you asked Steve, knowing his super hearing never let him down.

'I...uhm...' there was an undeniable blush creeping up Steve's cheeks, and quite frankly...it was adorable.

You raised your brow, curious at what he was hearing, so you walked closer to his door.

As you got closer to the living room, you started hearing it too. Soft moans combined with high-pitched ones.

It couldn't be? Right?

Well, only one way to find out. Your hand moved faster than your brain as you threw open the door, catching Nat in the middle of the couch with her hand between her legs, watching a very...interesting piece of film.

"That's not the movie we agreed on missy," you grinned.

Steve stood behind you red as a tomato and very quiet.

“I thought I had more time before you guys came home...” Nat pouted. She didn't look embarrassed at all. It was almost like she wanted to get caught...

'Is that so?' you teased, 'Well, don't let us spoil your fun...'

'Want me to keep going?' she asked innocently

'Hmm...' you dared.

'Only if you guys join me...'

You raised your brow again, only a tiny bit surprised at her request.

'What do you think, Stevie?' you asked, looking slightly over your shoulder.

He was a mess already. His cock had been straining against his pants since he heard the sounds from the hallway.

You backed up a bit into him, letting your ass rub slightly against his bulge as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

'Should we join her?'

You slowly guided Steve to the couch with you. You could tell he was having trouble deciding where to look; you, Nat, or the girl wantonly pounding her own pussy with a considerably large sex toy on the television.

The decision was made quite rapidly when said girl suddenly let out a particularly loud moan. The three of you simultaneously turned your heads toward the screen, just in time to catch the girl squirt all over her bed.

'Christ...' Steve nervously mumbled, 'there's no way that's real...'

It was Natasha's turn to raise her brow, as she gave Steve a curious look.

'Sure it is, Stevie...why wouldn't it be real?'

'It's just...it's so...I just don't buy.' He stated

'Steve, I'm telling you it's real, I swear. It's called squirting.' she explained

'Oh yeah? Well...prove it then.' He dared, clearly gaining a bit more confidence as his brain turned to full on horny-mode

'Yeah? Want me to show you?' she drawled

'Hmm...'

Natasha wasted no time in turning off the TV and placing herself down in the middle of the coffee table.

You and Steve plopped down on the couch, watching Natasha as she started teasing her fingers up and down her folds before sliding two of them inside her pussy in one swift motion.

She had been playing with herself for quite some time before she got caught and it had left her wetter than ever.

The sight of her with her legs spread and her head thrown back is better than any porn video you'd ever seen. You couldn't help but slide your hand down to your crotch, squeezing your bulge.

'You can't do it, Nat.' Steve taunted, trying to keep his voice steady.

fucking brat, you thought.

'O-oh no?...' she moaned, speeding up her movements.

Barely a couple seconds later she let wailed out as she started squirting so hard you felt your dick twitch, making you groan.

You looked over to Steve and noticed his face was a little wet...

'That's what you get for calling me a liar...' Nat mumbled cheekily, making you chuckle.

'Look at that, Stevie, Nat's not the only one who is wet anymore...' you laughed, pressing a kiss against his cheek to sneak a taste.

'I wanna see that again...' was all that Steve said before getting on his knees in front of Nat.

'Hey, don't get greedy...sharing is caring, Stevie,' you pouted, taking a seat next to him as he gave you a warm smile.

'You're right...' he mumbled, pulling you closer, 'C'mere...'

Steve pressed a needy kiss to your lips as you felt his big hands rub all over your crotch, making you groan in his mouth.

'Can you...?' he questioned, glancing over to Natasha's glistening pussy. 'You're better at this...show me how to do it...'

God. How could anyone ever say no to him?

Your eyes moved from Steve's pleading gaze to Nat's desperate one.

'Can I?' you checked, although you were pretty sure what the answer was gonna be.

'Please...' she whined, wiggling her hips a little.

'Open up,' you told Steve before gently putting two of your fingers into his greedy mouth. He sucked on them eagerly, making your cock twitch again.

'Take my cock out,' you commanded, 'but keep your eyes on her pussy, you don't wanna miss anything now do you, Stevie?'

'No, Sir' he whispered after he released your fingers, moving quickly to do as he was told.

You rubbed your spit-covered fingers over Nat’s clit first, making her shudder.

'See that, that's a very important spot when you wanna make her cum,' you explained as Steve took out your throbbing cock.

'But we don't wanna wear her out too soon, do we?' you taunted, letting your finger slide down a bit before stopping at her dripping hole.

'No, we wanna get her a little desperate first...' your finger teased around her entrance.

You looked at Steve to see his eyes glued on Natasha's pussy just like you told him to, all while he kept stroking your cock perfectly.

'Good boy, Stevie...' you praised lowly, 'now this next part is very important...'

You slowly pushed both fingers inside of her, immediately curling them up against that sensitive, spongy spot, making her whine and buck her hips a bit.

'Theeerree we go...' you chuckled, moving your fingers a little.

'This spot right here, Stevie....that's a very important one when you wanna make her squirt...'

Natasha moaned louder as you kept pumping your fingers inside of her. You slowly picked up the pace, hitting her spot a bit rougher each time.

'Feel that pressure build, baby?' you looked at Nat.

'Yeah...fuck...oh...' she whined, throwing her head back again.

Your free hand reached down to stop Steve's movements. You brought his hand up to your mouth and sucked his fingers

'Still watching, Stevie? The next part is gonna be really fun...' you groaned as you felt his grip tighten on your cock.

All he could do was nod furiously as he watched you move even quicker. Natasha let out another loud moan and before you knew it she was squirting again.

'That's a good fucking girl,' you groaned.

Steve had halted his movements. Too mesmerized to focus on jerking you off.

When Nat blinked her eyes back open she noticed both you and Steve and a couple drops on your shirts and faces.

She let out a tired giggle, hiding her face in embarrassing as she let herself lay back on the coffee table.

‘Oh my god…’ she mumbles with her hands still covering her face. ‘I wanna apologize but technically it’s really not my fault…’

'Hmm...don't be embarrassed, baby' you chuckle, hungrily licking your fingers clean. 'Tastes even sweeter than the popcorn...'

"I wanna try..." Steve mumbled, pushing your hand away to make room for his own.

Nat immediately moans at the touch, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as Steve stuffs his large fingers in her pussy.

'M'sensitive, Stevie...' she whines.

'Yeah? What if I find that special spot, huh? Is it sensitive there?' he taunted, his demeanor switching from subby to dominant in an instant as he wiggled his fingers a bit, immediately hitting the spot he was talking about.

Natasha keened in response, arching her back off the table as she squirted again.

'Fuccckkk!!' she whined as Steve moved his other hand to press on her lower belly, stretching out his thumb to rub circles over her swollen clit.

'SHIT I'M CUMMING! DADDY!' she screamed out, squirting even harder than before.

Steve fingered her through her orgasm with the smuggest of smiles before pulling his fingers out of her.

He was going to lick them clean, but you grabbed his hand and put his fingers in your own mouth instead, moaning as you tastes Nat's wetness.

'Don't forget who's in charge here, baby.' you teased before pulling him in for a dirty kiss.

'Lay down.' You commanded him and he happily obliged, wiggling off his jeans in the process.

You turned to Nat, who was just starting to come back to her senses before you kissed her breathless again.

'Get on top of him.'

'Yes sir...' she said with a smile, eagerly obliging just like Steve.

The second Natasha sinks down on his dick, Steve enters his dominant mode again, grinning at her as she struggled to take his cock.

'There you go...take all of me.' Steve groaned, guiding Nat down on his cock with his hands on her hips.

Nat huffed out a breath as she adjusted to his size, planting her palms against Steve's broad chest as she slowly started to bounce up and down on his cock.

Steve allowed her to have her fun.

For a minute...

'My turn now, sweetheart.' he smirked as he grabbed her shoulders, pulling her down on his cock as he started pounding into her.

Hard.

It didn't take long for her to squirt again all over his cock and stomach, making her moan out as she did so.

'Look at that, Stevie. You're turning our girl into a damn water fountain,' you joked as you watched him pound into her, stroking your cock as you observed.

Hearing you call her 'your girl' made Natasha's stomach flip. If it wasn't for Steve holding her up, she would have toppled over as another orgasm coursed through her body.

Steve really put his super soldier stamina to good use, pounding into her with no signs of stopping.

'Shit, shit, S-Steveee....' Nat whined, trying to push her hands against his stomach to get him to slow down.

'P-please, please stop, please...' she begged until he finally let up with a big grin plastered on his face.

'Too much?' he chuckled as she dropped her head to his neck, trying to catch her breath.

'Hmm...' she mumbled, unable to speak, making him chuckle again before he pressed a kiss in her hair.

'You okay?' you asked, sitting closer to the two of them as you gently rubbed up and down her back.

'Yeah...more than okay,' Nat smiled shyly.

God, she was so fucking gorgeous.

'Okay enough for another round?' you smirked

Her grin told you all you needed to know and you wasted no time in helping her off Steve's lap.

'Holy fuck...' Steve chuckled, finally admiring all the wetness that covered his body. 'how do you even squirt that much?'

'Well, I don't know...just kinda happens when you have a huge cock ramming into your g-spot over and over again...' she joked, making Steve throw you a smug look.

'Yeah yeah, keep smiling like that, Stevie. I bet you I can make her squirt harder.' you teased, crawling on top of Nat as she laid back on the floor.

'You're just talking shit, dude.' Steve shot back

'Oh yeah? Let's see who can make her squirt the most then.'

'Deal.'

You started pounding into Nat again almost immediately. The three of you went at it for hours. Leaving not only Natasha but the entire living room a mess.

'There we go....give me another one...' you groaned, making Nat squirt for the 6th time, 'good fucking girl...'

A few messy kisses later, Steve was pumping into her from behind, making her drip all over the carpet, groaning all kinds of filthy stuff in her ears.

It was kinda hot seeing him get all dominant with her, knowing he got all subby for you in the blink of an eye.

'What was that now, huh? Number 10? Number 11?' Steve taunted.

Nat was a blubbering mess. Mascara streaked down her cheeks as she giggled through the tears, all blissed out.

'I...I don't...just...uh...I-' she tried to string a sentence together but to no avail.

'My turn again.' You grinned, flipper her over so you were lying on top of her as you slid your throbbing cock into her abused hole.

You leaned down to kiss her, slow and passionate as you picked up the pace a little, making her whine.

'Need to cum...gonna let me cum in that fucked out pussy of yours?' you groaned, grinning when she nodded a bit too fast.

'Please...fill me, Daddy...need it so bad."

After basically edging yourself for yours, it didn't take long before you blew your load into Nat's pussy, letting your head drop against her shoulder, relishing in the way she ran her nails over your scalp.

'fuck....that was...jesus christ...' you huffed out, trying to catch your breath.

'Hmmm...' she smiled sweetly

'I think I lost track tho...Stevie, do you remember how many times that was?'

'M'not sure....maybe we should start over' he grinned, causing Natasha to throw the nearest pillow to his face.

'Next time we can check to see who out of the two of you can cum the most…I wonder if you will still laugh as much then'

'Okay okay...m'sorry...' you chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead before pulling out.

As you moved to lay down next to Nat, Steve got a full view of Natasha's open legs. Watching as your cum leaked out of her made his eyes twinkle.

'See something you like?' Nat giggled, seeing how Steve licked his lips as he stared at her cunt like it was his favorite snack on the planet.

'Hmm...lay back, princess....just let me have one more taste...' he mumbled before attaching his lips to her stuffed hole.

'Fuck...Steve....' She moaned while he ate her out with vigor.

Nat was too caught up to notice, but you didn't miss Steve bucking his hips into the pillow you threw at him earling as he whined at your taste leaking out of Nat's pussy.

Soon he stuffed two of his think fingers inside her, pressing that sensitive spot one more time.

'Just give me a last one...just one more...' he moaned, attaching his lips to her pussy as he fingered her.

Nat trembled as she came hard, squirting right into Steve's mouth while he groaned loudly, bucking his hips into the pillow fervently, covering it in his cum.

'fuck,' Steve groaned out, the blush on his cheeks increasing by the second.

'U okay there, Stevie?' you teased, making him hide his face in embarrassment.

'Shit...that was not how that was supposed to go down...' he explained, 'It was just so hot, and it tasted so fucking good....'

You laughed at Steve's adorable embarrassed face, pulling them both close to you on the large couch.

'Are you guys okay?' you asked earnestly as they snuggled up to you

'Hmm...' It sounded from both sides before silence took over for a minute.

'I definitely won, tho' you stated smugly, anticipating Steve's reaction.

'The hell you did!' he shot up, making you laugh

'Maybe we need a rematch sometime…' Natasha weighed in, making you both turn to her with a hopeful look

'You wanna do this with us again?' You asked

Your heart lit up a little when she gave you an adorable nod, snuggling close to you again.

'That was the best sex of my life...and besides...I've had a crush on you guys for months...' she admitted.

'Y-You...You have?' Steve studdered.

'Yeah....I was hoping you would walk in on me earlier...'

'I'm glad we did.' You promised, relishing in the feeling of your two favorite people snuggled up to you, warm and satisfied.

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Battle Scars by Paradise Fears

Summary: You are an empath living in the Avenger Towers. It isn’t your job to help the Avengers when their feelings get out of control but you do it anyway. What happens when you go on a mission and now the empath needs help?

Warning: mentions of guilt, depression, anger, doubt, sadness (all of the emotions and past traumas of specific Avengers), human trafficking

Word Count: 7.5k

Please read the end note after this story! It would mean the world to me and my family

Growing up was hard. You were constantly tired as you feed into the emotions of those around you. It started with a tight feeling in your chest as if a ton of bricks were resting there. Then the feeling moved to the base of your head, almost like a headache. Soon you began to feel whatever that person was feeling. It could be anger, grief, sadness, depression and on the off chance; happiness, joy, or pleasure. As you got older you learned to control it. It only took real intense emotions that would call on your mutant powers. So living with the Avengers was a challenge. They were intense people with even bigger emotions. You drank calming tea, meditated, and journaled to keep your own emotions in check. You weren’t a full time member of the team - you spent a majority of the time in the lab with Bruce and Tony. It was rare that you saw action in the field but you were prepared when duty called. Like this past weekend. The world seemed to be on a different level and the Avengers were sent to all corners to deal with rising threats. You were in the compound when Maria approached you with a mission report. You took it without hesitation and now as you sat in your room, a blanket wrapped around you tightly -protecting you from the world, you wished you told Maria no.

The mission went south as soon as you stepped down in Uganda, you were working closely with the Wakandans. Numerous reports of children going mission and the rumors of a human trafficking ring, meant you and T’Challa had to work fast before they left the country. You weren’t fast enough. You closed your eyes, wishing for the images of inside the shipping containers would leave your mind. Sometimes you wished the others had your ability so they knew you were hurting and they could come to you like you’ve done so many times for them.

Steve Rogers; Captain America

FRIDAY announced the arrival of the team but you knew they were back as soon the quinjet landed. Guilt. It was a powerful emotion and it was confusing one of your teammates and in turn, consuming you. You closed your laptop and headed to the elevator. Before you pressed the button, the door opened and Tony was leaning on the metal wall. “Tons, are you okay?” He nodded, pushed himself off the wall, and walked out the elevator. He didn’t look injured, just exhausted.

“It’s not me you're feeling El,” He said, placing a hand on your shoulder walking into the lap. El wasn’t your real name, it was your given name by the Avengers as your birth name carried too much trauma. It was short for elephant as Vision let slip that elephants were some of the most empathic creatures. But you weren’t a big fan of being called an elephant so El was the next best thing. “What happened?” You asked, following the billionaire. He became a father figure to you since your parents disowned you when you told them you were going to join the Avengers. Tony fell into his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. The mission was supposed to be a recon on an old HYDRA facility. There were rumors of a new super solider serum and Fury wanted the Avengers to get their hands on it before someone else did. Steve, Tony, Sam, Natasha, and Maria were sent on the mission - that was a week ago.

“Mission went sideways. It was a trap.” Your stomach dropped. “Wilson and Romonaff are in medbay.”

“How bad?” You asked.

“Wilson broke his arm. Romonaoff got it worse - she got a nasty hit to the head. She was unconscious the entire ride back home.” You nodded. “It’s Steve.” Tony whispered. “Steve is who you are feeling, tread lightly.” You gave him a smile and walked back to the elevator, asking FRIDAY where the super soldier was. The AI informed you that Captain Rogers was in the training room - he asked to be alone. You huffed as your rode the elevator to the training room. You wondered if you should have made a stop at medbay but you knew Dr. Cho would have her hands full and Yelena and Bucky would be down there. It was a quick walk to the training room when the elevator stopped. You were greeted with darkness, the windows were covered and a majority of the lights were off besides one. The soldier was illuminated by the light and was punching a sandbag. A pile was forming of ones he destroyed. Oh Steve, you thought, leaning on the door frame. With a hard swing from his right hand, the sandbag broke off the chain and flew towards the wall.

“You know,” You said, making your presence known. Steve’s shoulders tense up. “I don’t think Tony would appreciate how you are treating the building's equipment.” Steve sighed.

“I was wondering how long I had before you found me.” You hummed, pushing yourself off the walk and walked over to the soldier. Your footsteps echoed against the wall.

“I’d say 4 sandbags.” You joked. Steve smiled. “FRIDAY, open the window.” The AI listened to your request and the New York sun lit up the darkness. “Please advise the other Avengers that the training room is off limits.”

“Understood, El.”

“I gave FRIDAY that same order but it appears it didn’t work.” You shrugged, sitting on the floor, and patted the empty space next to you. Steve stared at the empty spot and you gave the stubborn captain a pointed look - he sat down next to you. With him being this close, you could feel his guilt. It was suffocating.

“What’s your favorite part of the day?” You asked, looking forward. He didn’t answer so you answered your question. “Mine is dawn. Dawn means to become day in old English so it’s the first sight of lightness in the morning.” You explained, looking at Steve. He was wondering about your answer. “Do you know why dawn is my favorite?” He shook his head.

“Why?” He questioned, his voice shaking.

“Because,” You said slowly. “No matter how dark it is there will be light towards the end. It may take some time but light will over power the darkness.” Steve let out a shaky breath and his blue eyes were glossy with tears.

“It’s so hard,” his voice cracked. “It is so hard to make the final call and it is possible that one of you or all of you don’t return home.” You laced your hand with his.

“Sam and Natasha are going to be okay.” You said. “You brought them home.” He shook his head.

“We got lucky this time. What if we aren’t so lucky next time?” He asked. It was a valid question, a question you didn’t have an answer to. This job was filled with uncertainties and a million ‘What if?’ questions.

“Then we deal with it together because you are not alone and keep marching on. We’ve all got battle scars and you’ve had enough just don’t give up.” You gave his hand a a tight squeeze. “This is worth fighting for. You are worth fighting for.” You watched as a few tears slid down his face. His guilt was still there but it wasn’t as strong.

“Thank you.”

“Captain Rogers,” FRIDAY’s voice called out. “Dr. Cho wanted me to inform you that Miss. Romanoff is requesting to see you.” You saw the tension leave his shoulders. You gently patted him on the bag.

“Go get her tiger.” Steve got to his feet quickly, stumbling slightly. You giggle at the flush of embarrassment that graced his cheeks. He gave you a grateful smile and jogged to Medbay. You sighed, leaning back and closed your eyes. You liked the quote by Umar Iban Al-Khattab: ‘No amount of guilt can change the past and no amount of worrying can change the future.’

Yelena Belova; White Widow

It wasn’t a normal occurrence for you when sleep avoided you. You laid in bed; hands behind your head as you stared up at the ceiling. A sudden rush of anger passed through you. The strong emotion took your breath away. It was anger mixed with sadness. You slowly sat up. “FRIDAY, who is up right now?” You asked the AI.

“Miss. Belova is in the kitchen and The Boss is in the lab with Mr. Banner.” You nodded, grabbing a sweatshirt from (you were pretty sure the sweatshirt belonged to Steve) and a pair of fluffy socks. The compound was always freezing at night. You left your room and walked the empty and dark halls to the kitchen. You figured you were feeling Yelena’s range of emotions. She returned from a mission with her sister, they were going on a recon mission to a lab. They’re primary object was to sneak in and steal some intel. You reached the kitchen and saw Yelena sitting at the counter, two bottles of vodka out and a shot glass. She saw you immediately so you didn’t have a chance to watch her. Instead you gave her a friendly smile, grabbed two spoons from the drawer and opened the freezer. Chocolate ice cream. Perfect. You closed the freezer and leaned against the counter. Yelena’s green eyes never left you.

Yelena was a new addition to the team and you knew she was cactious of you, Natasha must have told her about your ability. You offered her the extra spoon. “Want soom?” You offered. She looked at the spoon then the ice cream.

“No.” She said, simply. You shrugged, putting the spoon down and opened the ice cream.

“If you change your mind, the offer still stands.” You took a spoonful and ate it. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched the White Widow take a shot and fill it again.

“Isn’t that Sam’s ice cream?” She questioned. You looked at the container and saw in horrible penmanship Sam’s name and a drawing of a falcon. You smiled.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” You almost dropped your spoon as the smile graced the Russian’s face. A wave of silence passed you two as you ate ice cream and she drank her vodka. Soon you noticed Yelenba looking at the spoon. She took it slowly and you pushed the ice cream container closer to her. “What’s your favorite ice cream?” You asked. She thought for a moment, took a spoonful and ate the chocolate ice cream.

“Mint chocolate chip.” You scrunted your nose. She laughed, throwing you head back. “What? It’s not good?” You shook your head.

“Not for me.” You mumbled. Her laughter made you smile. Her earlier feelings of anger and sadness were disappearing but they were lingering.

“So what is your favorite ice cream?” She asked.

“Rocky road.” You said without hesitation. “I have good memories with my parents sitting at a pond, eating rocky road and watching the ducks.” You said, sighing. You couldn’t tell if this overwhelming sadness was your own emotion or Yelena’s.

“I like mint chocolate chip because it reminds me of a time before the Red Room.” She stopped, taking another shot of vodka. You didn’t prompt the blonde to continue, hoping she would on her own. “Alexi took Natasha and I to a small ice cream shop. We had to stay in the car and he didn’t know what ice cream flavor kids liked so he got us mint chocolate.” You smiled as you listened to her talk. “Natasha didn’t like it but I ate all of mine.” She sighed. Yup, you thought, the sadness was coming from her. Her jaw clenched as she threw back another shot. The anger was back. “I hate them so much.” She confessed.

“Who do you hate, Yelena?” You asked softly. She looked at you, blinking her green eyes at you. She shook her head.

“Nobody,” she said suddenly. “It’s not important. You have more important things to do.” She stood, gathered her bottles of liquor, and shot glasses. “Thank you for sharing ice cream.” You stared blankly as the White Widow headed back to her room. You broke out of your trance and ran after her.

“Yelena,” her name stopped her. “You’ve had enough, just don’t give up. You are worth fighting for. You know we’ve all got battle scars. Just keep marching on.” She didn’t respond or turn around to look at you. “You are not alone.” Her body began to shake.

“I’m angry at Natasha, Alexi, and Melina.” She answered, turning to face you with tears coming down her cheeks. “Why did they give me back to the Red Room? Why didn’t Natasha come back for me?” You weren’t sure if she wanted you to answer or she was just throwing these questions to the universe. “We got separated on our mission and I found my way out of the lap and I couldn’t find Natasha. I thought she left me again.” Her hands tightened around the neck of the bottle. “I don’t want to be alone again.” You took a few tentative steps towards the Russian, closing the distance.

“You aren’t alone.” You said, taking the glass out of her hands. “As long as I’m here you won’t be alone.” She looked into your eyes, looking for any lie in your words. She chuckled, whipping away her tears.

“Natasha was right. You are a weird one.” You laughed, throwing your head back.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Come on, let's go watch a movie.” You held out your freehand and the Russian took it.

Bucky Barnes, White Wolf

You watched the Quinjet touch down, wrapping the rain jacket tightly around you. It was down pouring in Upstate New York. This was the type of weather where you wished you were curled up in your room, under blankets and hot chocolate. But you were waiting for members of the team to come home from a mission. Bruce, Sam, Bucky, and Steve were returning home from clearing out an old HYDRA base, a simple mission. But Bucy stumbled upon mission reports of him as the Winter Soldier and it triggered a depressive episode. Sam sent you a text on their way home. Bruce was the first out of the Quinjet. He descended the ramp and jogged over the covering where you were standing to avoid the rain. You smiled at him. “How’s the team doing, doctor? Any injuries?” He shook his head, spraying water on you.

“Cap dislocated his shoulder but nothing major besides,” he waved his hand. You nodded, he was talking about Bucky.

“Headed to the lab?”

“Yeah after a shower.”

“I’ll see you down there.” He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Take your time, kid.” He went into the compound. Next to descend the ramp was Captain America. He was stretching his shoulder as he didn’t seem to be bothered by the rain.

“How’s the shoulder, Captain?” He shrugged. “I’ve had worse,” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Natasha is waiting for you. FRIDAY alerted her that you were hurt.” Steve groaned and followed the same path as Bruce. You waited for the next member to come out but no one did. You groaned, ran through the rain, and up the ramp into the Quinjet. You loved the sound of rain hitting metal. On any other day you would enjoy the sound but as you walked through the Quinjet to find Bucky and Sam, a cloud covered your mind. It stopped you in your tracks. Darkness, regret, and sadness crept through you. You felt cold. You shook off the feeling and continued. You found Bucky, sitting on the ground, Sam kneeling in front of him with his hands on Bucky’s knees. The cute interaction made you smile. Sam looked away from his boyfriend and smiled.

“Hey, El.” You waved. “He’s barely said a word and hasn’t moved.” You nodded, walking over to them. You placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder.

“I got him.” Sam nodded, standing up. He pulled you into a quick hug.

“Thank you.” His words vibrated through his chest. You scrunted your nose, pushing him away.

“You stink.” Sam laughed, shaking his head.

“Yeah, yeah.” He bumped your shoulder against yours as he left you and the super soldier alone. His head was down, staring at his hands. You sighed and sat next to him.

“If you could be an animal, any animal in the world, what would you be?” You asked. He didn’t respond, he made no sign that he heard you. “I think I’d be a butterfly. Across different cultures, the butterfly has become a metaphor for transformation and hope. It starts with a colorless caterpillar and turns into an exquisite winged beautiful creature.” You explained. He leaned his head back and was looking forward. Progress. “White Wolf.” You whispered. “A wolf symbolizes loyalty, protection, and freedom.” He let out a shaky breath and his blue eyes were glossy with tears. “In many Native American cultures, wolves are scared creatures. They are strong and courageous.” You looked at the soldier. “I think the Wakandans picked a perfect name for you, Bucky. You are a wolf.” He shook his head. “Why not?” You asked.

“I hurt and killed so many people.” His voice was shaky as tears fell from his eyes. “I’m not a protector but a monster.” Your heart broke at the way he was talking about himself.

“The Winter Soldier did those things. The White Wolf didn’t.” He formed his vibranium hand into a fist, opening and closing it. “Better days are near. Hope is so much stronger than fear. You’ve had enough just don’t give up. You are worth fighting for. We all have battle scars.” You stood up, taking your rain jacket off, and held out your hand. “Do you trust me?” You asked. He looked up at you.

“Of course.” He said.

“Then trust me when I say I trust you with my life Bucky Barnes and I know everyone behind those walls,” You pointed in the direction of the compound. “Do as well.” He hesitantly put his flesh hand up to grab yours but you pulled your hand back. Confusion flashed across his face. “Other hand.” You told him. He sighed but grabbed your hand with his vibranium one. The temperature difference shocked you. You pulled him to his feet and dragged him out of the Quinjet, down the ramp, and into the rain.

“What are we doing?” He asked.

“Teach me how to dance.” You said, grabbing his flesh hand. His eyes grew wide.

“What?” He questioned.

“You heard me, old man. Teach me how to dance.”

“In the rain?” You nodded. “Right now?” You nodded again, excitedly. “Why?” He asked.

“Because it’s fun.” You said simply. He gave you a pointed look. You shrugged, rolling your eyes. “Have you seen Shawkshank Redemption?” You asked. Bucky shook his head. “Remind me to have a long talk with Sam on what movies he’s showing you.” He smiled. “Towards the end of the movie, one of the characters stands in the pouring rain with his hands stretched out.” You demonstrated the iconic scene with your hands outstretched to the sky. You grabbed his hands again. “Rain is a symbol of rebirth, the flow of life, and cleansing.” You squeezed his hands. “Your memories of the Winter Soldier won’t go away overnight and that quilt, anger, and sadness you carry may never leave you.” You told him honestly. “But you will learn to cope with it. Some days will be better than others. Let today be a reminder for you that you are still alive and so many people care about you. You are not alone.” Your smile grew. “So cleanse away those thoughts and dance with me.” Bucky chuckled, shaking his head.

“Alright, let’s see those moves.” The darkness was still looming over Bucky but just as a rainstorm, the clouds passed and the sun began to shine again.

Maria Hill; Deputy Director of SHIELD

You regretted saying yes to Wanda. She had a date with Vision and she asked you to finish her mission report and hand it in to Maria. Bucky and Sam invited you and Yelena to play Guitar Hero but you had to decline because it was impossible for you to say no to the Sokovian. You groaned, putting your hand up to knock on the Deputy Director’s door but stopped. Intense feelings of guilt, stress, and dread washed over you. You shook off the feeling and knocked on the door. It took a minute but you heard Maria call out, “Come in.” You opened the door and stepped into her off. Ah. It was Maris you were feeling. Her desk was covered with files. She had another desk with a 3 screen computer system and you could make out emails that needed to be answered. A bottle of whiskey was on her desk, unopened but you could bet she was itching to open it.

“What can I do for you?” She asked. Her question broke you out of your trance.

“Mine and Wanda’s mission report.” You said, holding up the folder. You watched Maria suppress a sigh. Over the years you’ve learned to never ask if someone was okay if you could feel their emotions - they would deny something was wrong. You walked over to her desk and handed it over to her. She reached out for it with a tired smile.

“Thank you.” She went to grab it but you pulled it away.

“Are you hungry? Because I haven’t eaten all day and I could eat.” It was a small lie but Maria didn’t need to know that. She shook her head.

“I’m not hungry.” Well that was a lie. “Besides, I have too much to do.” You handed her the folder but once again as soon as she was going to take it you pulled it away. Her glare would send any agent or Avenger running but you smiled. “I’m about to kick your ass.”

“I know.” You jumped on the empty space on her desk to sit down. “I’m thinking Chinese or maybe Italian. No Indian. Ugh Mexican.” You were swinging your feet, careful not to damage her desk. “What are you thinking?”

“If I give you an answer will you leave and give me your mission report?” You nodded. Maria sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Fine Indian.” You smiled, jumped off her desk, and handed her the file.

“I’ll be back.”

“Can’t wait.” Maria deadpanned. You rolled your eyes at her dry humor. An hour later you found yourself back at Maria’s door. This time you entered without knocking. Nothing in her office changed besides the bottle of whiskey was now open. “Food delivery.” You said, kicking the door closed. You sat on the empty space on the ground with your back resting on the wall. You began to lay out the food, glancing at Maria. “Are you going to join me?” You asked.

“Why do I have a feeling you won’t let me say no?” You smirked.

“Because you know me very well.” Maria rolled her eyes, standing from her desk and walking over to you. She made sure to grab the whiskey. She sat in front of you and chose her food. You ate in a comfortable silence until Maria broke it. She took a hefty swig of the whiskey.

“I know what you are doing.” You hummed, unable to say anything with a mouth full of food. “You can sense I’m feeling a certain type of way and you think it’s your job to help.” You whipped your mouth with a napkin. “I’m fine.” Debatable. But you kept that comment yourself.

“I’m not doing anything.” Which was true. “My mom told me that working on an empty stomach leads to mistakes and mistakes will make work take longer.” “It’s hard to take advice from a woman that disowned their own kid because they wanted to do good.” You were shocked at Maria’s bluntness regarding your family. She winced. “Sorry that came out wrong.”

“No, I mean you aren’t wrong.” You sighed. “My relationship with my biological family ended poorly but I found a new one because of it. You, Nick, and all the other crazy characters that live here are my family.” Maria nodded. She was looking down at her food, stirring it. She appeared to be lost in thought and her emotions were muddy, you couldn’t pinpoint what she was feeling. You wondered if her feelings had to do with the idea of family. There were rumors that the Deputy Director had family issues of her own and her agent assumed that was why she’s so unpleasant. You bite the inside of your cheek. “Are you up for a little adventure with me?” You asked. She looked up at you.

“Oh what the hell. You’ve already made me behind.” You smiled, cleaning up the food. The first step was the fridge then you lead Maria out of the compound to a remote area of the property. You were close to the treeline but had a lot of empty space to move around in. It was twilight - the sun was beginning to set and the stars were coming out. The air seemed fresser here. “Why did you bring me out here?” She asked.

“To scream.”

“Excuse me?” She questioned. You nodded, jumping on the balls of your feet.

“One of the best things about nature is it’s the world’s best secret keeper. You can tell it anything and it will hold it forever.” You explained. You had good memories of yelling your secrets with your brother at your vacation home in Maine. “Even if you don’t say words and just scream or yell or laugh or cry. The trees, the stars, and the moon will listen.” Maria looked confused. “Allow me.” You looked up to the sky and screamed. You looked back at the SHIELD agent and she was shocked by the sound. But you felt freer, the weight that you felt on your chest was a little bit lighter. This time you yelled looking at the ground. “Try it.”

“You are insane.”

“Probably but have I ever steered any of you in the wrong direction before?” Maria sighed and shook her head. You waved your wan, telling her it was her turn. She closed her eyes, looked up at the sky, and screamed. You cheered and clapped your hands. She yelled again. On her third scream, you joined her. “How do you feel?” You asked. Her cheeks were flushed and her chest was rising and falling, a little faster than normal.

“Better. A lot better.” You smiled.

“Tell nature everything. Tell it all of your secrets.” With a deep breath in and out you yelled, “I wish I was good enough for my parents. I wish I didn’t miss them and I hate that I still love them.” Her face softened as if a part of her understood everything you confessed. “Your secrets are safe with me and nature. Scouts honor.” Maria chuckled, pending down to pick up a rock. She threw it in the air and caught it a few times before tossing it into the woods.

Placing her hands on her hips, she yelled, “Sometimes I wish I declined the promotion of Deputy Director.” You kept your face neutral at Maria’s confession. “I lose sleep at night when I send the Avengers and my agents on a mission because I worry they won’t come home.” Your heart broke. “I have to pick and choose who we help and it kills me that we can’t help everyone.” You smiled at her. “I want people to see me. Not an agent or Deputy Director, just Maria.” She yelled one more time and fell to her knees. “I wish I could be good enough for my dad.” She whispered. You sat on the grass in front of her. The only noise between you two was Maria’s labored breathing as she tried to get her heart rate under control.

“I’m proud of you.” You said. Her head snapped up to look at you. “I know I’m not the person you want to hear it from but it doesn't make it any less true. You have an incredibly difficult job and many agents and Avengers give you shit for doing your job. I also bet dealing with Fury isn’t a walk in the park either.” Maria let out a wet chuckle, whipping away a few tears that fell. “But never doubt we don’t have faith in you.” She let out a shaky breath. “We’ve all got battle scars. You’ve had enough, just don’t give up and stick to your guns. Keep marching on.” You took Maria’s hand in yours, squeezing it. Her emotions weren’t as cloudy.

“Thank you for this.” She said softly. She let go of one of your hands to cover her mouth as she yawned.

“Come on, Deputy Director, you need sleep.” You stood up, pulling her to her feet. “And before you argue with me if you go get some sleep I will help you tackle that mess of an office.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“No I don’t,” you said. “But I want to help if you want me too.” You gave her the option to not feel as if you were pressuring her.

“I’d love your help.” You began your walk back to the compound. She put her arm around your shoulders. “They are missing out.” She said, “You are one hell of a superhero.” You smiled, looking at the ground. “I’m proud of you too.”

Natasha Romanoff; Black Widow

You hated being cold. It was winter in Upstate New York and you were not having a good time. Yes, it was pretty and snow meant Christmas but you had half the mind to march to Tony and ask him why he didn’t build the Avenger’s compound in Florida. You were bundled up in a fluffy blanket with hot chocolate in your hands near the fireplace. You were reading when you heard footsteps headed your direction. Grief and sadness as the Black Widow sat next to you. You put your book down and opened your arms. Natasha didn’t even hesitate to move to sit between your legs and you wrapped the blanket around her. The redhead slumped against you, allowing you to hold her weight. You and the Black Widow had a complicated relationship. She hated that you always knew her true feelings and it took years for her to realize you weren’t going to use it against her. It wasn’t until after your fight with Ultron, Natasha started to trust and open up to you. She was the only person in the compound to come to you when her feelings got out of control. It was comforting to know she trusted you on such an intimate level and you weren’t going to break it. You rested your head on her shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it?” You asked. She didn’t answer verbally but you felt her shake your head. “Okay, we can just sit here until you are ready.” The Black Widow just returned from a mission with Steve, Wanda, and Vision. They were in Russia for 3 days. You knew she was going to struggle being there. You sighed. She was warm and you were jealous.

“You are always so cold.” She mumbled. You rolled her eyes.

“Trust me I’m aware.” The redhead chuckled. “But at least I have a best friend as a heater.” You gave her a squeeze. You got the opposite reaction you thought you were going to get. Natasha tensed up in your arms instead of relaxing more. “Tash, talk to me.” You whispered.

“Can we go to your room?” She asked, her voice was shaking. You nodded.

“Of course.” The Black Widow was comfortable showing emotion in front of you, Steve, and Yelena but not the whole team. You lead the redhead to your room. You held open the door and as soon as Natasha walked in, she climbed into your bed. You closed the door, joining her, and she moved to lay her head on your chest. As routine, you began to run your fingers through her hair. You felt her tears on your shirt but you didn’t call attention to it. You let her cry. You weren’t sure how long you laid there but Natasha sat up and leaned against the wall.

“I hate Russian missions.” she said, rubbing her eyes. You sat up and handed her tissues that you kept on your nightstand. She took them with a smile.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She shrugged, looking up at your ceiling.

“The mission went well. We got in and out without any problems.” She closed her eyes. “We were leaving and I saw these kids playing soccer in the street. Just kicking a ball with no care in the world and I was looking at these kids and I saw myself and Yelena.” She shook her head. “I don’t know we didn’t have that. I mean we did but it was for a mission it wasn’t real.”

“Natalia.” You said. She winched at the name. It was an argument that happened a lot when Natasha first told you about the Red Room mission in Ohio. You determined early on that Natasha told herself that her ‘family’ wasn’t real to help with her guilt and to make it hurt less that they gave her away. The Russian sighed.

“Yes, yes, I know the mission gave me a real family.” You smiled. “I got angry watching these kids because what they had was stripped away from me.” You nodded. A normal childhood. A childhood that wasn’t about training or ballet lessons.

“What else happened?” You asked, it wasn’t the whole story.

“One of the kids got hurt. She had to be 6 maybe 7 and an older kid ran over to her. It was nothing major, just a scraped knee.” She looked back at you and you watched tears start to leave her green eyes. You had a pretty good idea why seeing this was affecting her but you learned it was best for people to say it out loud if possible. “She was only 6 too.” Yelena. You were feeling guilt and grief pulsing through the Black Widow. “And I just left her. I didn’t go back for her.” You knew Yelena and Natasha had come to an understanding of what happened all those years ago but it didn’t make the pain and the guilt any easier. “I let her get controlled.” You shook her head.

“That wasn’t you Natasha. You had no idea what was going to happen to Yelena.”

“I should have gone back for her.” You shrugged. “Maybe you should have or maybe Dreykov would have gotten you under his control too.” You grabbed her hand, running your thumb over the back of her hand. “The world is filled with ‘What ifs’ and we’ll drive ourselves mad thinking about what could have been.” You knew from first hand experience. Many nights you lie awake wondering what your life would be like if you said no to Tony. What if you didn’t join the Avengers? “We can’t join the past but we can live for the future.”

“Would you change the past?” She asked. You thought for a moment, looking at your connected hands.

“No, I love the life I’m living.” You squeezed her hand. “Definitely how I thought my life would be but I can’t complain.” She nodded her head slowly. “You’re not alone anymore, Nat. Neither is Yelena. Some days that guilt will eat you up inside but better days are near. Just don’t give up.” Natasha squeezed your hand back.

“I’m glad life brought us together.” She confessed. “You have done a lot for me, for all of us.” You felt your cheeks burn at her honestly.

“Just doing my job.” Natasha rolled her eyes and pushed you gently on the shoulder.

“Your job isn’t to be our therapist but we approached it.” You shrugged.

“Miss. Romanoff, Miss. Belova is looking for you.” The AI said. You looked at Natasha.

“Movie marathon?” You suggested. “We said we’d try to watch all the Harry Potter movies in one sitting.”

“FRIDAY, tell Yelena where I am and bring snacks and drinks.” You laughed as Natasha got comfortable in your bed. You grabbed the remote and queued up the first movie. Life hasn’t been the kindest but you wouldn’t change it

El; Empath

“Has anyone seen El?” Maria asked, walking into the common area holding a folder in her hands. Natasha laid on the couch, her head in Steve’s lap and her feet in Yelena’s, who was playing Mario Kart against Bucky and Sam.

“FRIDAY said they were going to shower and be right out.” Sam said, without looking away from the screen. Natasha looked at Maria and saw the worry on her face. The Black Widow sat up, earning a curse from her sister.

“What’s wrong, Maria?” She handed Natasha the folder.

“That is T’Challa’s report on their mission.” Maria watched Natasha open the report and the color drained from her face.

“Nat,” Steve said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “What happened?” Bucky paused the game. Natasha cleared her throat.

“We arrived at the abandoned warehouse at 0700. Upon searching the area we found no signs of anyone being there for some time. Our last area to search were two large shipping containers.” Natasha sighed. “As we got closer, we noticed the smell. El opened the first container. Inside were the bodies of 15 children, ranging from 5 to 16. There were no survivors.” Natasha closed the file. A heavy silence filled the common area.

“How do we help them?” Yelena asked, breaking the silence. “They are always there for us, how do we be there for them?”

“I have an idea,” Maria said. “But I’m going to need help.”

You didn’t expect a knock on your door and you were tempted to ignore it. But another round of knocking forced you to leave your cocoon of blankets and walked to the door. A wave of emotions rushed through you; anxiety, hopefulness, excitement, and joy. It was a weird mix and you had to compose yourself before opening the door. It was Maria. Today was full of surprises. “I haven’t finished my mission report.” Truth be told, you haven’t even started the report. The idea of having to relive the past 48 hours made your stomach turn. “I’ll have it on your desk by tomorrow morning.”

“I’m not looking for your report.” Oh. Before you could question why the Deputy Director was at your door she continued, “I read T’Challa’s.” Oh. You didn’t know the King of Wakanda needed to write mission reports.

“Oh.” You said, looking down at your feet. “I uh well you know how things went down then.” You felt tears in the corner of your eyes. A headache was forming and your chest hurt as you held back the tears. Maria held out her hand.

“Do you want to go on an adventure with me?” She asked. It was a strange deja vu moment. How many times have you stood in front of the team with your hand out hoping they took it? You wanted to crawl back into bed and ignore the world but you took her hand. You barely got the chance to close your door before Maria dragged you to the elevator. She pressed the button and waited for the metal door.

“Where are we going?” You asked. She gave you a smile.

“The roof.” She said as the doors opened. The roof of the compound was your favorite place. It allowed you a place to sit in silence; to feel the wind, listen to the trees, and look at the stars on a clearless night. The roof also allowed you to get away from everyone when you needed a break from their emotions. The elevator opened and you stepped onto the roof. The normal bare roof was transformed. A protector was set up, playing the intro to Hercules. It was one of your comfort movies. In front of the projector - were an assortment of pillows and blankets. Yelena was sitting on some of the pillows with a bowl of popcorn trying to throw pieces into Sam’s mouth while Bucky watched. Natasha and Steve were pouring chips into bowls.

“What is this?” You asked. Your voice caused your teammates to look at you.

“This,” Sam answered. “Is our version of the talk you give us.” You looked at him confused. Maria led you to the pillow fort and you sat down. Steve and Natasha joined you.

“You are always there for us no matter what we are feeling without us needing to ask.” Maria explained.

“This is us doing it for you.” Bucky shrugged. “Words aren’t our strength but Maria thought a movie might help.” The SHIELD agent blushed at being called out that this was her idea.

“We can watch it with you or if you prefer to watch it by yourself, that’s okay too.” Steve said. It was weird, you were feeling no overpowering emotions from them just you own. You were overwhelmed.

“Uh, stay please.” You cleared your throat. “Please stay.” Yelena smiled.

“We got you, dorogoy.” You found yourself resting your head on Maria’s lap with Yelena laying next to you as Natasha started the movie.

“Do you think Thor has met Hercules?” Natasha asked as the muses began to tell the story.

“He’s met Zeus, so probably.” You said, taking a handful of popcorn.

“Sh,” Sam said, throwing a piece of candy at you. You gasped, taking the candy and unwrapping it. You eat it. “Stop talking.”

“Can we sing?” Yelena asked, glancing at him. He thought about it.

“I will allow singing.” Yelena gave you a high five. You were feeling better surrounded by people that loved you.

As the credits began to roll, the reality of the situation you experienced crashed down on you. You turned your head into Maria’s lap and bit back a sob. Her hands immediately wento your back, soothing your cries. “We weren’t fast enough,” Your words were muffled but you knew you had their attention as the movie was muted. “Everytime I close my eyes I see that shipping container. Gods, I wish we were faster.” You cried. How many families had to be notified? Families were broken. Sons and daughters were lost. Siblings were never coming home. “They were right.” You said. The words of your parents echoed in your mind. Failure. Worthless.

“Who are you talking about, malen’kiy slon (little elephant)?” Natasha asked.

“My parents.” You felt Maria tense up. “They didn’t just not want me to become an Avenger but they said I wasn’t good enough to become one. They said I’d fail.”

“No,” Natasha said. You heard movement and soon you felt warm hands on your arms and pulled you into a seated position. “I won’t sit here and let you think bad about yourself. They were wrong.”

“Nat.” You said, slowly.

“She’s right.” You looked at Bucky. “What happened in Uganda wasn’t your fault.” You looked down, feeling shame creep around you. Maybe if one of them took the mission the outcome would have been different. You weren’t an Avenger. You weren’t a hero.

“Why do you like the stars so much?” Sam asked. The question caused your spiraling thoughts to stop. You didn’t look up.

“I like them because of the stories they tell.” Steve answered. “History is persevered in the night sky.” You smiled, looking up.

“I think they are pretty to look at.” Yelena added. “It’s amazing to think we live underneath such a work of art.” Your smile crew. It was an interesting feeling being on the other side of your silly little question game.

“I like them.” You began. “Because they are a reminder that we aren’t alone. While you are looking at the stars someone else could be looking at them too.” You let out a shaky breath. “And..hundreds of years ago someone was standing in your exact spot, looking at the same stars.”

“Exactly,” Maria said softly. “We’ll carry you home. You’re not alone. Keep marching on.”

“This is worth fighting for.” Sam said. Natasha gave your arms a gentle squeeze. You looked at the red head.

“You know we’ve all got battle scars.”

“You’ve had enough. Just don’t give up.” Steve said.

“You are worth fighting for.” Yelena smiled. “Just keep marching on.” You nodded, whipping away your tears. You laughed.

“I thought you said you guys were bad with words.” You joked.

“We learned from the best.” Maria smiled.

“Thank you,” You said. “Thank you for this. Can we watch another movie?” You asked.

“Anything you need.”

“Ooo I get to pick.” Yelena jumped up and picked The Incredibles. She laid back next to you, grabbing your hand.

“Great choice.” Bucky said. You couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not. You didn’t care as you leaned back in Maria’s arms. The Avengers were fighters, soldiers, and righteous. They were once lost, broken, and defeated. But they all had battle scars. As the movie began you were grateful to call them family and home.

I’m not the type of person to ask for help but I feel a little helpless. Hurricane Ian devested my home town (I don’t live in Florida anymore) but I lived where the path of the hurricane directly hit for 13 years. That being said my grandfather lives down there and his house was damaged. My grandfather hasn’t had the easiest few years. His wife (my grandmother) passed away 2 years ago during COVID, he’s recently been put on oxygen, and he’s a lone done there. My parents are working on getting down there but the city is a mess and he’s without power and electricity.

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B.A.B.Y PROTOCOL

Part 4.

Avengers x fem!reader

Words: 1333

Synopsis: This takes place in Avengers: Age of Ultron. When The Avengers were at the rock bottom, Nick Fury and advised by Maria Hill, to initiate the B.A.B.Y Protocol. Will a young, damaged and broke girl agree to this initiative and help a team to save this planet earth?

Part 3

Main Masterlist

“There, that’s the truck from the lab. Right above you, Cap. By the bridge, it’s them. Got three with the cradle. I can take out the driver.” Clint was ready to shoot the truck but Steve disagree. “Negative. The truck crash, the gem could level the city. We need to draw out Ultron.” He jumps on the truck to get its attention.

Well, he did get its attention and it pissed. “No, no, no. Leave me alone!” Ultron shoot the truck door almost hit Steve. “Well, he is really unhappy! I’m trying to keep it that way!” Steve shouted while hanging on the broken door.

“You’re not a match for him, Cap.” Clint stated. “Thanks Barton.” Steve muttered.

Natasha sees the situation from their jet. “He needs help.” “I guess you wanna unpack your birthday present.” Clint told her to go behind the jet and wait for his queue. She pressed the button for the metal box and saw an electric Harley Davidson and mutter to herself. “That’s a birthday present.” She hops on the bike and waiting for Clint’s to open the bay. “We got a window. In 3,2, give him hell.”

The fights between them and the robots can take too much time and damaged. Natasha make other plans to their original plan of taking the cradle safely because it’s not working out so safe. “This isn’t going nowhere. Clint, can you draw the guards out?”

Clint shooting at Ulron in front of Steve trying to lure the minions out. “Let’s find out.” Three of the guard out and the truck is empty.

“Cap, keep him occupied. I’m going in!” Natasha drop her bike and jump into the truck.

Steve let out an exhausting breath. “What do you think I’ve been doing?”

Meanwhile at the tower, you walk on Maria and Fury’s discussion. “How’s everything? Did they get him?” Maria and Fury acknowledge your present and she pull a chair for you. “You should be on bed.” You just sat slowly on it. “Nah, I’ve been worse. This is nothing.”

Maria rolling her eyes at you. “You’ve been dead for 6 minutes until Tony change your device. What are worse than that?” You don’t have answer for that and Fury coming at you too. “And when are you planning on telling us? Next Christmas?” “I don’t even ask for it and I like to keep it shut. It’s not something to be proud of.” He huffs, “Once this is over, you’re going to see a doctor.” “Why everybody keeps telling me to find a doctor? I’ve been fine all this time. I’m here not to be taking care of. I’m here because the world is at stake and I’m here to help. Doing something, at least.”

“Proof that. Until then, you’re off the mission. Agent Hill, follow me to pick up our old stuff back.” Fury order. “Can I tag along?” Maria turns to you. “We’ll be back. Why don’t you help us monitoring them for us? Use this for contact and maybe help Stark and Banner. But please, for the love of God, don’t ever piss him off.” She walks out of the room, following Fury.

Bruce notice you’re walking towards them. “How’s your feeling?” “Just another day at the office. Still getting the hang of it.”

Tony and Bruce watched and heard some of your conversation earlier. “Gotta admit. I adore your spirit.” Tony expressed. “I never thank you, to both of you yet. Thank you, for saving my life.” Bruce smiling softly and nod. “You’re welcome.”

“Are you kidding? We’re a team. We’re the Avengers. Once you step a foot in this building, you’re the Avengers. We help each other. Well, maybe some of us being a pain in ass but yeah, you’re one of us now. Welcome to the club kid.” Tony reasoned it for you and your eyes lit up on them. “Really? You mean that? Am I, an Avengers?” Tony looking at Bruce while he continues working on his computer. “Bruce. Back me up here.” “I don’t see why not. You’re young and we’re all above 30. We can use a fresh blood.” “Legacy. Thanks Shrek.” Tony responded and you let out a chuckle “I guess you’re the one being the pain in ass.” “Everyone asses” Bruce nod down and we’ll continue our work.

While trying to crack the code for that cradle, Natasha feels the truck lifting. “The package just air borne. I have a clean shot.” Clint tell them on the comm. “Negative. I am still in the truck.” she needs to think fast.

“What the hell did you...” Natasha cut his sentences while cutting the rope that tied to the cradle. “Just be ready. I’m sending the package to you.”

Clint ready on his position. “How do you want me to take it?”

“Uhhh… You might wish you didn’t ask that.”

Wanda fly in the train to help Steve and front the Ultron. “Please. You don’t have to do that.” Somehow, Ultron is kinda sound scared and he fly out the train. “Surveillance in our path. Can you stop this train?” Steve ordered and both of them do their best to stop the train and people around it.

Once the cradle touches the Quinn jet floor, Ultron manage to snatch Natasha’s leg and take her with him. “Nat!” Clint saw the incident but he can’t do anything to help her while piloting the jet. “Cap, did you see Nat?”

“If you have the cradle, take it to Stark!” Steve ordered.

“Do you have eyes on Nat?!” Asking again for confirmation.

“Go!” Steve shout.

Wanda telling Steve about what Ultron’s plan. “I read him. Ultron can’t tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it. We have to move fast.”

He disappointed and fly that jet back to the tower and leave his friend behind. “Damn it!” He contact the tower when he’s close for them to prepare and inform about their current situation. “Quinn jet to tower. Quinn jet to tower.” You hear his voice and press a button to accept his call. “Quinn jet, this is Y/N speaking from the tower. You’re affirm to report.” Clint told you that he’s 15 minutes away to arrive and Natasha is missing in action. “Oh God.” You pull down the headset and running to find Tony and Bruce. “They’ve got Nat. She’s m.i.a.” Bruce takes his glasses off. “You have her tracker right?” Tony rush to his computer “I’ll find her.”

You and Banner helps Clint unload the cradle and bring it into the lab and Tony walks in. Disappointment shows on his face and Bruce ask before I do. “Did you find her?” He just walks straight toward the cradle. “Haven’t heard but I’m sure she’s alive or Ultron would rub us in the face.” Seriously? Did he truly find her at all? You want to ask him that but Clint change the topic. “This seal tight.” He stands next to you.

Tony turn around to look at both of you and Clint, ignoring Bruce. “Is there any chance she might leave a massage outside the internet? Old school spy stuff perhaps.”

“You worry about the cradle.”

“We’ll find her.” Both you and Clint walks out that lab.

Clint handle the modern tech frequency while you handle the old one. “You okay with that? Wanna switch up?” You tuning on the frequency “I’m good. I can’t be near that high tech frequency anyway. That’s why I still have my Walkman and not Bluetooth headset. You know, because my…” You pointing at your left chest and he nodding. “Right. I hope she led us somewhere.” You smile at him. “She’s Natasha. She’ll make plan.”

It is true. Natasha did figure something out. While you tuning the frequency, you hear a static note. Tuning it again to have a clear shot. Natasha sending you her location by Morse code. You tell Clint to decode it on the screen. “You’re right. She did have plan.”

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Tangled

Steve x reader x Natasha

Requested by anon

Soulmate AU. Drawings appear.

"We're going to freeze out here." Steve shivered, pulling Natasha closer to his side as they kept walking.

"There has to be shelter around here somewhere." Natasha insisted, clutching her jacket closer to her chest with one hand. Her other was firmly clutched around her gun.

The two had been assigned a mission separate from the rest of the team.

Natasha and Steve were to take the jet to a remote region of Siberia, where a new HYDRA base was said to have been formed.

Unfortunately for them, HYDRA had seen them coming and shot their jet down, causing their current trek through the frozen terrain.

"I can already hear the I told you so's from the rest of the team." Steve sighed.

"Us going with a team wouldn't have stopped HYDRA from shooting our jet down." Natasha shook her head. "Might have caused a few casualties."

"You're right." Steve agreed with his soulmate.

"We need to find a cave or something. It's going to be nightfall soon." Natasha said, surveying her surroundings.

"We just have to keep walking until we find somewhere," Steve said as he and Natasha pushed on.

The two walked for what felt like hours before they suddenly stopped in their tracks.

"Did I hit my head when we crashed, or am I really seeing this?" Steve rubbed at his eyes.

"If you have a head injury, so do I," Natasha said, staring down at the giant house in the valley of the mountain. "C'mon, we take shelter there for the night." She said, pulling Steve down the hill.

"What if someone's home?"

"Well, we see whose side they're on and go from there." Natasha shrugged.

As the two got closer to the house, they could see how wrong they were calling it that.

This wasn't a house. It was a mansion.

"Steve." Natasha stopped, almost causing the man to crash into her back.

"Jesus," Steve swore, staring down at the sight before him.

There, in the snow, lay a woman dead.

She had clearly been there for a while. The blood around her body had turned brown, and two birds were sharing a meal of her stomach.

"HYDRA?" Steve wondered, turning to his soulmate.

"Self-inflicted." Natasha shook her head. "Entry's under the chin, exit's top of the skull, and I think this is the weapon," Natasha said, kicking snow off a gun that was concealed by the dead woman's hand.

"Jesus. Guess the house is empty then." Steve mentioned, tearing his eyes away from the corpse.

"Only one way to find out," Natasha told her soulmate as she nodded at the mansion.

Together the two made their way towards the giant manor, climbing up the front porch before Natasha kicked the door down.

The door fell to the floor with a loud bang that echoed throughout the long hall.

"Cover my six," Natasha murmured to Steve as she stepped over the broken door.

"Mother?" The two heard as they neared the stairs. "Mother, please, I've learnt my lesson! Please just let us out, and I'll be good!" A girl promised.

"To the left." Natasha nodded to that hallway up the stairs.

"I know you're out there, Mother!" The girl called.

"This one," Steve whispered, standing in front of a painted door.

Steve reached out and attempted to turn the doorknob, only to find it unwilling to move.

"You want this one?" Natasha whispered to the man, taking a step back when he nodded.

Steve quickly kicked the door, and Natasha entered first, gun in hand, only to be growled at by a wolf.

"Christ," Steve swore, standing in front of Natasha, his shield protecting them both.

"Pascal, heel!" The same girl's voice said, causing the wolf to rush away.

Natasha and Steve's heads snapped to where a woman stood, and their jaws dropped.

The woman stood would with the wolf now sitting at her side. Her skin was incredibly pale, causing her dark eyes to stand out, but not as much as the hair that cascaded its way to the ground did.

"You're not mother." The woman said, her hand resting on the wolf's head.

"No, we're not." Natasha shook her head as she and Steve lowered their weapons.

"Did she send you for me? Is she letting me out?" The woman asked the two, stepping forward as a chain dragged behind her.

"She chained you up?" Steve questioned her with wide eyes.

"Please, the key is outside in the hall. If you could just let me out?" She begged before Steve rushed for the key.

"What's your name?" Natasha asked as Steve unlocked the woman's manacle.

"Y/N." She breathed, rolling her ankle as it was freed. "Thank you."

"Why were you locked in here?"

"Because. I disobeyed Mother's rules, and she didn't like that." Y/N shook her head. "It's only been three days. I thought it might have been longer."

"Three days?"

"Only a short punishment. But she must still be mad at me if she sent you for me." Y/N said, looking between the two. "How mad is she?"

"Um, well," Steve stuttered, shifting towards Natasha uncomfortably.

"It's better you see for yourself," Natasha said, holding her hand out to the woman.

Y/N stared at Natasha's hand for several seconds before finally taking it.

"C'mon, Pascal." Y/N summoned the wolf, who quickly moved to her side.

Natasha led the woman and the wolf through the hall, Steve following closely behind them.

"We found her like this," Steve murmured as Natasha pulled her through the broken front door.

Y/N wrapped her free arm around herself as she stepped out of her warm home onto the frigid porch.

Her eyes searched the front yard for her mother, and it wasn't long before she found her.

"Oh." Y/N gasped, her knees buckling before she fell to the floor.

Reader POV

"The milk's gone out of date. I hope you don't mind that I didn't use it." You said, placing a tray of tea on the table before flitting over to the pantry.

"Y/N, you really don't have to serve us." Steve protested for the fourth time.

"I don't know what I'll do if I stop moving." You shook her head. "Please, don't ask me to stop." You pleaded.

"The tea's delicious." Natasha changed the subject.

"Well, when you live alone for nine months out of the year, you experiment until you're satisfied." You said, grabbing a dog dish from the floor.

"You live here on your own?" Steve wondered.

"Ever since I was four when I worked out how to feed myself." You nodded, filling the dog dish with meat. "And I wasn't alone. I had Pascal." You said, placing Pascal's meal in front of him and stepping away before he went to eat.

"He's remarkably well trained," Natasha commented, staring at your wolf intently.

"Pascal was only a baby when I found him. He must have got separated from his family because he was alone on my porch." You told the redhead.

For a moment, the three of you fell into silence. The only sound in the kitchen was Pascal slurping down his meal.

"Thank you." You said, breaking the silence. "For helping me bury her."

"Of course." Natasha nodded.

"Y/N, do you have any idea why she'd do that?" Steve hesitantly asked before Natasha swatted him. "Ow, Nat!"

"You don't have to answer that."

"I think I know why she killed herself." You murmured, feeling both strangers' eyes trained on you. "My mother killed herself because of me."

Neither Natasha nor Steve knew how to respond to that.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm feeling a little light-headed. I'm just going to call it a day." You said, moving to the door. "Feel free to stay. There's plenty of room, and now there's another free room."

"Thank you, Y/N."

"Of course." You nodded. "Besides, I can't send you out there now. A storm's coming."

"It's clear skies out there." Steve protested.

"For now. But Pascal always knows when a storm's coming, and I know all the signs." You told the blonde.

Without another word, you turned on your heel and quickly left the room, beelining for your own.

You had barely closed the door behind you before you were sinking to the floor.

There were no tears, and you couldn't find it in yourself to want to cry as you thought about your mother.

"I shouldn't have said anything. Mother, if you can hear me, I'm sorry." You whispered, closing your eyes and leaning your head against the wall.

But there was no reply.

She'd never reply again.

As you had predicted, a snowstorm had started overnight and hadn't let up yet.

"You weren't kidding about the storm," Steve said, entering your room with Pascal at his side.

The wolf had taken quite a shine to him in the less than twenty-four hours he'd been here.

"I told you, I know the signs." You said, plaiting your hair which was a considerable task.

"I guess I've never been somewhere with snow storms before," Steve said, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. "Thank you for letting me and Nat stay."

"Of course, it's the least I could do." You shrugged. "You helped bury my mother, and you freed me."

"Yeah, about that. That wasn't something that happened regularly was it?" Steve wondered.

"Only when I'd broken her rules." You shrugged.

"Rules?"

"Don't go outside. Don't ask so many questions. Don't go into her room and through her things." You mentioned. "Don't write back to whoever writes to me." You added, glancing at your bare arms.

"You've never written to your soulmate?" Steve questioned you, sounding shocked.

"Soulmate?" You cocked your head.

"The person writing to you. That's your soulmate." Steve explained.

"Oh. That's not what mother said." You murmured as Pascal sat at your side. "Mother told me it was the universe's most cruel game. That whoever wrote to you was the person who would kill you."

"That's horrible." Steve gasped. "And not true at all."

"It's what I know, Steve. It's all I've ever been told." You shrugged.

"Y/N, Natasha is my soulmate. I've known her for years, and neither of us has ever tried to kill each other." Steve told you.

"Yet." You said pessimistically.

"It's never going to happen, Y/N. That's the point of soulmates. They're someone you love. Someone you care for and who cares for you." Steve said, moving to kneel at your side. "Your mother was wrong to tell you that. To lie to you."

"It wasn't her first lie." You mumbled, clenching your fist at the memory.

"Why don't you just try to talk to them? To your soulmate." Steve pushed you.

"Because they could be a cannibal. Carry the plague. Have sharp teeth." You listed, recalling a previous conversation with your mother.

"Y/N,"

"Steve, I can't. Not today, not right now." You cut the man off. "My mother is dead. I am discovering more and more of her lies daily. I can't try to contact someone who may just be what I think they will." You snapped.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you like that." Steve said, guilt taking over his face.

"It's fine, Steve." You shook your head. "You know anything about braiding? I can never get the back to look right." You sighed, letting go of your hair.

"Surprisingly, I do," Steve said, moving to stand behind you. "What kind of braid do you want? French? Dutch? Five strands?"

"You didn't have to do this, Nat." You said, watching the redhead move around your kitchen.

"Of course, I did. There are two thing's I'm good at, and one of them is pie." Natasha smiled.

"What's the second?" You cocked your head.

"Oh, the second's not for innocent ears," Natasha said with a smirk.

"Oh."

It had been a week since the start of the storm. It had stopped for two days before continuing with the same fierceness as before.

Growing up in this house, you were used to the occasional storm, but this was the only one you could remember actually having company for.

And you weren't complaining.

"You know all your knives are blunt, right?" Natasha questioned you as she struggled to cut through an apple.

"There's a sharpening stone in the drawer." You told the redhead.

"How are all your knives blunt in the first place?" Natasha asked, moving for the object.

"I don't really sharpen them in the first place." You shrugged. "Never really refined the technique."

"I'll have to teach you, damn it," Natasha swore, dropping the knife as she clutched her bleeding hand.

"Natasha?" You jumped up from your chair and rushed to the woman as her blood began to drip onto the floor.

"Shit. Sorry, Y/N." Natasha said, throwing her hand over the sink. "Wasn't holding the knife properly."

"That looks bad." You commented, staring at Natasha with wide eyes.

"I've had worse." Natasha shrugged. "Do you have a first aid kit anywhere here?"

"No." You shook your head. "But there's something I can do." You said, taking a step towards her.

"You know how to stitch?" Natasha rose a brow.

"I'm going to do something, but I need you to not freak out." You told the woman.

"Cryptic, but go on." Natasha nodded.

Stepping closer to Natasha, you pulled your long hair in front of you before wrapping the bottom around Natasha's wound.

"Flower gleam and glow." You began to sing as your H/C began to glow. "Let your power shine. Make the clock reverse. Bring back what once was mine."

Natasha let out a gasp, but you continued.

"Heal what has been hurt. Change the fates design. Save what has been lost. Bring back what once was mine. What once was mine." You finished.

You opened your eyes (when had you closed them?) but didn't yet look up at Natasha as you unwound your hair from her newly healed hand.

"How?" Natasha asked, raising her hand and looking at it incredulously.

"I don't know." You admitted. "When I was a kid, I started singing to myself when my hair started to glow. After a lot of screaming, Mother and I worked out I could turn back the clock."

"Turn back time?" Natasha rose a brow.

"How old do you think my mother was?" You asked instead of answering.

"She looked like she was in her late thirties." Natasha guessed.

"Mother was nearly ninety." You said, causing Natasha's eyes to widen. "She'd come back once a week for an extra boost."

"You're not like fifty, are you?"

"No, I'll be twenty-five in a few months." You smiled.

"Wow, okay, I have definitely seen strange, and you are now on that list," Natasha said, causing your brow to furrow.

"Is that bad?"

"No, it means you surprised me. And it takes a lot to do that." Natasha smiled. "By the way, you have blood in your hair now."

"I hate you!" You screamed, throwing the book at your mother's mirror. "I hate you!"

"Y/N," Steve knocked on the door, causing you to spin on your heel and see him and Natasha behind you. "Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine. Just emptying out mother's room. It's not like she'll be using it anytime soon." You said, sweeping your arm and knocking the things off her dresser.

"Y/N,"

"Steve, I'm going to ask you to stop looking at me like that because I'm doing great." You cut the blonde off. "My lying mother is dead. By her own hand, none the less, and all because she was too much of a coward to face me!" You exclaimed before dropping to the floor.

"Would you like to talk about that?" Natasha asked, now kneeling in front of you.

"That was long overdue." You muttered.

"Y/N, your mother might have lied to you about soulmates, but I'm sure you don't hate her." Steve tried to reason with you, causing you to scoff.

"I do hate her." You nodded. "And that wasn't her only lie. In fact, that wasn't even her biggest lie."

"And what would that be?"

"She stole me." You said, rising to your feet. "A man gave me to her after taking me from my biological parents, and she lied about it every day of her life."

"What?"

"Read for yourself." You stormed over to the book you threw, thrusting it into Natasha's hands. "She details it all in here. In fact, she kept track of my actual family trying to find me. Newspaper articles of them pleading for my return for year after year of my existence."

"The lost princess?" Steve read over Natasha's shoulder.

"I knew she was keeping something about my father from me. That's why you found me the way you did! I had asked her about him, and she got mad. Now I know why." You spat, rubbing your hands over your face.

"Y/N, we know this man," Natasha spoke, causing your head to snap up.

"What?"

"This man and the woman beside him, we know who they are," Natasha told you.

"Y/N, we work with your father. We're on the same team." Steve added.

"Don't toy with my emotions, please. It's not very kind." You shook your head at the two.

"We're not trying to toy with your emotions," Natasha said, pulling a newspaper article out of the book and turning it to you. "This man is Tony Stark, your father. We've worked together for years. And this Pepper Potts-Stark, your mother, your real mother." Natasha told you.

"Are they, are they still looking for me?" You looked between the two.

"They never stopped," Steve promised you. "They love you too much to stop." He said as you slipped to the ground, your world once again collapsing around you.

"Are they good people?" You asked Natasha and Steve not long after they admitted to knowing your birth parents.

"Some of the best we know." Steve smiled.

"And they still want me?" You wondered nervously, tapping the mug in your hands.

"They never stopped," Natasha promised you. "And when this storm ends, you can come with us to meet them."

"Wow." You said, leaning back in your seat and patting a whining Pascal. "This is unbelievable."

"You're taking this pretty well, all things considered." Steve complimented you.

"Mother, she wasn't always here, and when she was, there was a wall between us. And now I know why." You sighed. "I think that's why she did what she did. I just hope she found peace in her final moments." You told the two.

"That is remarkably kind." Natasha whistled.

"Well, despite the kidnapping, the abandonment, the abuse of my magic hair, the lies, and the locking me in my room, she did keep me alive." You said, causing Steve to chuckle as he reached across the table for a cookie.

"Steve, why are your arms covered in paint?" Natasha tsked at the green stains on Steve's arm.

"Oh, that'll be me, sorry." You apologised. "I was painting before that, and I just get paint everywhere. I'm always covered in it. See?" You showed the two your paint-covered arms.

"Natasha." Steve gasped, staring at you with wide eyes.

"I see it," Natasha said, rolling her sleeves up. "And I have the same patches too." She breathed.

"So, that means,"

"You're our soulmate," Steve told you. "But remember what I told you, Y/N."

"I do." You nodded. "Besides, I think it's very obvious to everyone in this room that my mother was a liar. But how can you have more than one soulmate?"

"Sometimes when a person or persons experience great pain during their life, the universe grants a penance." Natasha hummed.

"Another soulmate?"

"Another person to love and to love them." Natasha nodded. "I suppose the universe thinks it owes us an apology."

"That sounds about right," Steve muttered.

"I don't know how to be a soulmate." You admitted with a frown. "I don't know why the universe would give you me."

"Because we know pain," Steve told you. "And we know love."

"And we have more than enough to give," Natasha said, taking your hand.

"I don't know how to do this." You told the two. "I don't know how to be a soulmate."

"That's alright. It's not something anyone knows how to do." Natasha promised you.

"It's something you work out together," Steve told you.

"I'm willing to learn. If you're willing to be patient." You said after a moment, chewing on your bottom lip.

"Of course we are," Steve said as Natasha nodded.

"Everything is going to be just fine. We'll work this out together."

"Are we sure the storm's done?" Steve asked as the three of you packed a bag.

"Positive." You nodded, lightly wrapping a scarf around Pascal's neck as a lead. "This storm's past, but we better hurry before another comes along."

"The closest town's almost a two days walk away," Natasha said, ripping the map from your kidnappers' diary. "But with this, we should be fine." She added, shouldering her bag.

"Let's get going then." You said, nerves filling your chest at the idea.

"Y/N, are you sure there's nothing you want to take?" Steve asked you for the third time.

"I have my paints, I have Pascal, and I have the two of you." You smiled, raising a hand to his cheek. "There's nothing else I need from here. From her."

"Alright, let's get walking."

It had hardly been a half hour since the four of you began your journey when a deafening howl of wind caused you all to stop.

"What's that?" You yelled over the sound, Pascal huddling behind your legs.

"That's one of ours!" Steve exclaimed with a grin.

You watched from Natasha's side as a large plane appeared above you before landing a distance from you.

"Damn, I owe Brucie-Bear five bucks now!" A dark-haired man called as he exited the craft. "I was sure wolves had eaten you! Not that you would've tamed one." He teased, noting Pascal.

"You should know better than to doubt us by now, Stark." Natasha rolled her eyes, taking your hand.

"It's good to see you." A short man smiled as he followed after the first. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Y/N," Steve said, his arm moving around your waist. "She's our third."

"Soulmate?"

"Lucky you."

"Y/N, this is Bruce Banner and, Tony Stark," Natasha said, causing your eyes to widen. "Tony, this is Y/N,"

"You already said that." He interrupted, causing Natasha to narrow her eyes at him.

"Your daughter." Natasha continued.

"Excuse me?"

"We found her, Tony," Steve told the man. "She's been out here all this time."

"Shut up, Steve." Tony held up his hand as he stepped closer to you until he was an arm's length away.

You weren't sure what to say to the man, to your father, after all this time. So you settled for staring at him nervously.

"You look so much like your mother." Tony breathed before pulling you into an embrace.

For a second, you froze. But it wasn't long before you found yourself melting in his embrace.

"Hey, hon, we need some magic hair down here, please!" Your father called, causing you and your mother, your real mother, to share an amused look.

"What did you do now, Anthony?" Your mother sighed as the two of you made your way into the living room.

"I didn't do anything! Romanoff started it!" Tony whined as Natasha smirked.

"I didn't start anything, and Steve will back me up," Natasha said.

"If you were provoking our daughter-in-law again, then you don't deserve magic healing." Your mother scoffed before turning on her heel. "An ice pack will do you just fine!"

"Pepper, babe, just listen to my side of the story." Your father pleaded, chasing after your mother.

"What did you do?" You rose a brow at your soulmates.

"Tony asked us to train him in hand-to-hand, and he got cocky," Steve admitted, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Nothing that won't heal," Natasha smirked.

"What did I ever do to deserve this chaos?" You sighed, smiling up at the two.

"You saying you'd trade us for someone else?" Natasha rose a brow.

"Never."

And you meant it. You wouldn't trade anything for your soulmates and your family. After the hell you had been put through, you had more than earned your family and soulmates.

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drabbles-mc · 1 year

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Let Me Help

Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: In the aftermath of a little rogue outing gone wrong, Natasha is forced to accept some help from Steve, something that she still has trouble doing. As much as she hates to admit it, sometimes allowing people to lend a helping hand isn't the worst thing in the world.

Warnings: 18+, hurt/comfort, mentions of injuries, pining, light angst

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: I wrote this as a pinch-hit for an exchange and I'm so excited to finally be able to share it here! My first time writing Steve and Nat like this and I really enjoyed it, so I hope you do to! xo

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Steve could hear Natasha grumbling and cursing to herself on the other side of the bathroom door. The motel they were holed up in was far from the worst one that they had ever stayed in, but the cheap, flimsy walls provided no real privacy. He’d heard her same complaints over the sound of the shower running a few minutes before.

He knew why she was so frustrated, and he couldn’t say that he blamed her. He was more than willing to help, but he also knew that if he offered, she was going to say no off the principle of it. She had to be the one to come to him. He admired her stubbornness the same way he admired most things about her, but moments like that made him wish that she would just let him in without so much of a fight.

When the room became silent, that was when Steve started to feel actual nerves creeping up on him. He stood up from the bed he’d been sitting on the edge of and walked over to the bathroom. He pressed his ear to the door to see if he could hear anything but was met with more silence.

Knowing he was setting himself up to be on the receiving end of her annoyance and sarcasm, he knocked lightly against the door. “All good in there?”

“Sorry,” Natasha grit out through clenched teeth, “can’t talk. Too busy climbing out the window.”

Steve chuckled softly at her response, resting his forehead against the door as he shook his head. “Wouldn’t want to interrupt that.” He paused. “Climbing out the window with only one good arm is probably tough. Want some help?”

He was ready to be met with another snide comment, but instead, he heard her sigh in defeat. He heard the sound of her footsteps on the other side and he barely pulled his head away in time as she opened the door.

She looked exhausted, and in pain, and pissed off. She held a hairbrush in one hand, her other arm pinned against her stomach just below her chest. She had on a t-shirt and sweatpants, but her hair was still dripping wet. Steve was sure that the entirety of the upper back of her shirt was going to be a few shades darker than the rest of it.

He was about to say something about it when he realized that the shirt she was wearing wasn’t hers at all--it was his. He wanted to make a joke about it, but the truth was he didn’t mind it in the slightest. She could keep it long after their self-imposed mission, their unplanned trip, was over. He’d prefer it, really.

“I need help,” she said bitterly as she stood in the doorway.

“With the window?” he asked with a small grin. “Or something else?”

She rolled her eyes but despite her pain and frustration, there was a tiny lift to the ends of her mouth as she spoke. “Very funny.”

He moved to the side so that she could walk by him. “I’ll grab a towel.”

When he came back out to the main part of the room, Natasha was sitting on the bed opposite the one that he had been on. When they showed up needing a room, they just asked for one that was cheap, and apparently, that meant it was one with two beds. They’d shared before, neither of them a stranger to close-quarters situations, but for some reason, the fact that she sat on a different bed felt deliberate.

She still looked pained and angry, but as she sat by herself on the bed, she also looked small in a way that Steve wasn’t used to seeing. Their little rogue excursion had taken a lot out of both of them and gone poorly on top of that. It left her too tired to fight against the spiral of the stress and loss of the last few years. It all seemed to be settling on Natasha’s shoulders, and her freshly-injured arm.

Steve would’ve held her if he thought she would let him. He’d like nothing more, but he knew it wasn’t going to happen. It’d take more than an injured arm and wet hair for her to allow herself something like that. He took what he could get, whatever modicum of closeness.

With the towel draped over one arm, Steve grabbed the pillows from the head of the bed and stacked them on the floor, one on top of the other, at the foot of Natasha’s bed. “It’ll be easier if you sit on those.”

She didn’t say anything, just nodding as she got up off the bed and sat down on the stack of cushions he’d just fashioned for her. Bending her legs, she looped her good arm around them and rested her forehead against her knees. In the silent room, Steve could hear the deep sigh she let out. There was a slight frown on his face and he wished that there was more he could do.

Grabbing the remote off the nightstand between the two beds, he stepped forward and tapped her lightly on her good shoulder with it. It got her to pull her face from the fabric of her sweatpants and turn to look back at him.

He held it out to her without saying anything, but the gesture still got her to crack a small smile. She took it in her good hand before turning back to face the television that was in front of them. “Want me to see if there’s anything good on the three channels they have here?”

He chuckled, feeling a small sense of relief as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Might as well. It’s three more stations than we usually get when we’re, you know…” his voice trailed off a little.

“Going rogue?” Natasha filled in the blank for him, her tone having a layer of amusement to it.

His head dropped, chin touching his chest for a moment as he laughed at her response. “Yea, that.”

For a few seconds, he didn’t move, instead just watching as Natasha leaned back against the bed a little more, letting it support her. She propped her chin on top of her knees this time as she turned on the television and started to figure out what the television situation was. It wasn’t as though either of them was really going to be paying much attention to it anyway--it was more just so that there would be some background noise.

Snapping back to the situation at hand, Steve shook his head at himself as he moved toward the foot of the bed. He sat with his legs hanging off the end of it, one foot planted on either side of Natasha so that she was situated between his legs. She didn’t say anything or make any move at all that led Steve to think that she wasn’t okay with it. He took a slow, deep breath before taking the towel and starting to slowly and gently wring the water out of her hair.

Even though his eyes were focused on Natasha, Steve was passively listening to the TV as she flipped through what few channels they had access to. He was running the towel over the ends of her hair, right where it was turning from red to blonde, when he heard a laugh track coming from the television speakers.

He spared a glance up and stilled his hands as he did so, causing Natasha to chuckle and tilt her head back slightly to look at him. “Did you watch this in your Time Capsule Catch-Up?”

Steve gave her a soft smile and shook his head. “Did you watch this when it was actually airing?” He didn’t exactly have Natasha pegged as the sitcom-watching type.

“I’d catch reruns in the middle of the night if I had the TV on. Kinda like this.”

He nodded. “Right.” There was a pause as she returned her attention to the TV and he returned his attention to her hair. He looked at the large damp spot on the shirt she was wearing that took up most of her upper back and let out a small chuckle. “If you want a dry shirt when I’m done, you can have one.” A smirk started curling the end of his lips and he was glad that she wasn’t looking at him. “Don’t have to steal the next one.”

“Not stealing,” she said as she shook her head, still not looking at him. “Just borrowing.”

“Oh, so you were gonna give it back,” he said with a soft laugh. “Right. Of course you were.”

They fell back into silence once more as he continued the process of getting more of the water out of her hair. Natasha couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t surprised at how gentle he was, how thorough. It wasn’t out of character for him, per se, but she had just never thought of him in a scenario like this. Carrying people off the battlefield to safety? Sure. Giving someone a stern You Need To Be Careful And Take Care Of Yourself talking-to? She’d been on the receiving end of that enough times to have it memorized. But this was different, something so small and intimate in a way that she hadn’t really allowed herself to think about. Not just with Steve, but with anyone. It didn’t feel the way she thought it would. It felt nice, or rather, it felt as nice as it could given the circumstances.

When he was done, Steve tossed the now-damp towel over onto the end of his bed. He waited a moment before reaching over Natasha’s shoulder, his hand open with the palm facing upwards. The silent request got a small hum of amusement out of Natasha as she placed the hairbrush into his hand.

Out of sheer force of habit, Steve said, “Let me know if it hurts,” as he started to brush out the ends of her hair.

Natasha laughed quietly at that. “I think I’ll be alright.”

Steve shook his head at her, not that she could see it anyway. But there was still a smile on his face as he did so. It grew quiet between them again, but comfortably so. The only people talking were the ones on the television and the occasional person who walked by their motel room door.

Despite the fact that there were voices and laughter coming from the TV speakers, Steve felt like he hardly heard any of it as he focused on the task at hand. He carefully, repeatedly, ran the brush through her damp hair. It was the longest that it had been in a while. She’d let it grow out enough, and gotten it trimmed enough times that there was only a little bit of blonde left at the ends. Steve liked the look, though. Of all the looks and changes Natasha had gone through in the time that he knew her, none of them had ever looked bad. He liked this the best, though, the way it had its own change within itself. Or maybe he only thought that because he was currently running a brush and his fingers through it.

“This is like,” Natasha spoke, her voice lower than usual showing how tired she was, but also that she was finally starting to relax, “the saddest slumber party ever.”

Steve chuckled at that. “If this was a slumber party, you would be doing my hair next. And I don’t think that’s gonna happen.”

“I mean I could ,” she said, “but I don’t think it would come out very good.”

“You’ll just owe me one, then.” He paused. “Do you want it back in a braid?”

She turned so that she could look at him. “Do you know how to braid?”

He offered a small, warm smile. “I think I can figure it out.”

Natasha laughed quietly, giving what she could of a shrug before realizing it was more pain than it was worth. “Sure, Steve.”

She rested her chin back on top of her knees, letting Steve set about the process of braiding her hair. There were no hesitations in his movements as he separated her hair out. Natasha might’ve been looking at the TV, but her attention was almost completely focused on Steve now, the way his fingers moved through her hair and along her scalp. The annoyance and anger that had been plaguing her before were slowly starting to fade as she shifted her focus. She was more curious now than anything else. A few joking comments crossed her mind, wanting to ask Steve if he got good at braiding from practicing on Bucky’s hair during their slumber parties, but she refrained. Instead, for once, she allowed herself to be genuinely interested and show it.

“Can I ask when you got so good at French braiding?”

Steve chuckled. “You wouldn’t believe me if I said I’ve never done this before?” They both laughed quietly at that for a moment before he continued. “Towards the end, um, my mom needed…needed help with a lot of stuff.” There was a pang in his chest that he hadn’t felt in a long time. It was a part of his life that he didn’t really talk about anymore--there usually wasn’t a reason to. “She always said that no one could ever get her hair done the way she liked it. So I tried to figure it out.”

“Tried?” Natasha asked.

He let out a small laugh at the thought of it all. “It was a lot of trial and error. I didn’t know what I was doing. I learned all the different styles that she didn’t like,” his hands worked effortlessly as he laid one lock of Natasha’s hair over the others, “including French braids.”

“Giving me a reject style?” she asked, trying to keep it as light-hearted as she could. She could hear the tiniest bit of a waver in his voice as he spoke. It was a different pain than what she’d been dealing with for the last few hours.

“It’s not a reject style--you wear it all the time.” It felt silly to admit that he noticed something like that, but it was too late to take it back now.

Natasha had a small smile on her face, a warmth in her chest that she could never admit to as she said, “You saying I have bad taste?”

Steve laughed. “ I didn’t say that, no.” He paused. “You have a hair tie?”

Natasha wordlessly held up her good arm, a black hair tie sitting around her wrist. Reaching forward, Steve deftly pulled it off her wrist and over her hand, stretching it over his own for a moment before wrapping it around the end of the braid he’d just done. He let it go, the braid falling and resting square in the middle of Natasha’s back.

“Better?” he asked now that he was done.

Natasha nodded. “Yea.” Leaning to the side, she let her head rest against the side of Steve’s leg. “Thank you.”

Steve’s breath got caught in his throat for a moment as he stared down at her. Taking a deep breath, he finally forced himself to say, “Of course.”

Now that it was done, Steve was expecting Natasha to immediately pull away from him, maybe crawl into her own bed and wordlessly tell Steve that he should get into his own bed as well. But she didn’t. She relaxed against the side of his leg, reaching with her good arm to rest her hand on his knee. Steve could see the movement of her shoulders as she took a deep breath. He tried not to feed too much into the feeling in his chest as he reached forward, softly resting his hand on Natasha’s good shoulder and giving it a light, reassuring squeeze. She returned the gesture, her grip tightening for a split second on his knee before she relaxed against him again.

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