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Marvel Incorrect Quotes
*Y/n being interviewed*
Interviewer: So y/n, what makes you happy?
Y/n: Natasha
Interviewer: awee. okay- What makes you scared?
Y/n:... Natasha
Interviewer: oh? okay.. uhm. What turns you on?
Y/n:*sweating profusely*... N- Natasha
Interviewer: are you going to answer Natasha to every question
Y/n: *on the verge of tears* N- n-
interviewer: -No?
Y/n: *softly* ᴺᵃᵗᵃˢʰᵃ
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Peter after his class continuously makes up dumb conspiracy theories about him, while on a field trip to another state: I am going to commit a murder.
MJ: Wait until you cross the border, taking a corpse between states costs money.
Peter, on a phone call with Nat: I was going to commit a murder, but I'm too poor.
Nat: Just cremate the body.
Peter: You know what? You're right. MJ? Is there any wood nearby?
Tony, listening to the convo bc they were on loudspeaker: Nat please don't encourage murder-
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Does anyone know where their obsession came from ?.Like the first time you saw that fictional character? It's like they were simply there someday.They never left.Always been there
But i can't remember where they came from , where all this started
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Boundless Devotion - Part V
Pairing: princess!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Summary: MedievalAU. Natasha is the eldest princess of the Romanov Kingdom. As the time of her coronation approaches, she is suddenly forced to make a decision – either find herself a partner or her parents will choose one for her.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |
Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 |
Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15
Warnings: sight fluff, angst, violence, blood, panic attack
Words: 6713
You lightly trace your fingers over your lips as you stare absently at the mirror in front of you. Your mind keeps replaying that moment from yesterday when Natasha’s lips had briefly met yours.
“...Y/n”
You still remember the warm and tingling sensation on your lips that lingered even after she pulled away. Her soft exhale as she stared into your eyes and then the way her gaze dropped to your lips.
“Y/n?”
Unconsciously, you bite your lips, lost in thought at the memory.
Was Natasha about to lean in again or was that just your imagination?
Did you want her to?
But that can't be right. Natasha is just a friend, and she doesn’t see you as anything more than that either. So you shouldn’t want her to lean in again.
Right?
Confused by your swirling thoughts and emotions, you release a deep sigh.
“—Y/n!”
Startled, you jump in your seat, Wanda's yell snapping you out of your thoughts. You turn to her, a mix of surprise and confusion on your face.
“Wha–Wanda?”
She stands beside you, hands on her hips and her expression filled with concern.
“Are you okay?” Wanda asks. “You’ve been staring at your reflection for a while now, and you didn't respond when I called you.”
Realizing that you’ve been in a daze for so long, you shake your head lightly, pushing aside thoughts of yesterday's encounter.
It was all an accident, after all. You shouldn’t dwell on scenarios and situations that will never happen.
Instead, you should focus on your current objectives which, at the moment, is to prepare yourself to go into town.
“I’m fine, Wanda,” you answer her question.
When she shoots you a skeptical look, you reassure her once more.
“I really am fine. I just got distracted about something this morning.”
Thankfully, Wanda accepts your answer, but then a teasing expression appears on her face.
"Thinking about something, or should I say, someone?" she teases.
“Wanda!” you exclaim, feeling a light blush creep onto your cheeks, as you attempt to swat at her arm in reprimand.
She steps back, dodging you, and shrugs playfully as she continues her teasing.
“I’ve noticed you’ve been distracted ever since you came home last night with Princess Natasha,” she remarks and raises an eyebrow pointedly, “...lost in thought while touching your lips.”
Last night, after your encounter with your father, you had explained the situation with Natasha to Wanda and Pietro, recounting all the events and decisions that transpired.
And now the two of them have been teasing you about your new “relationship” with Natasha ever since.
“We were just practicing. It wasn’t a real kiss,” you defend. “It’s just to make sure we look comfortable as a couple.”
"Of course," Wanda agrees sarcastically, her tone tinged with a playful skepticism. “If that’s what you want to believe.”
You huff in disbelief at her and give her a reprimanding glare.
In response, she raises her hands in surrender, indicating that she’s finished with the teasing on the topic for now.
Wanda then glances out the window, where gray clouds cover the morning sky, and her brows furrow slightly in concern.
“It looks like it might rain. Do you want me to get your cloak before Princess Natasha comes to pick you up?”
You sigh at the reminder of the princess joining you today, your gaze dropping to your hands as you contemplate your father's words from the previous night.
“I’m still not sure if spending more time with Natasha is the right idea,” you tell Wanda worriedly.
There's a reason you've been avoiding her since last year.
Wanda studies you closely as if searching for signs of trouble.
“Did it happen again?” she asks cautiously.
Anxiety flares up within you at the thought, causing your hand to tremble momentarily in your lap. You quickly cover it with your other hand, but Wanda has already noticed, her gaze darting worriedly to your hands.
“Maybe I should go into town for you instead,” she offers.
You shake your head quickly in refusal, standing up with determination.
“No, it should be fine. I’m okay to go.”
As Wanda goes to insist further, you place your hand gratefully on her shoulder, stopping her, and give her a reassuring smile.
“Besides, you and Pietro are supposed to be taking the day off. I can’t exactly have you picking up your own birthday presents. That would spoil the surprise.”
Wanda groans exasperatedly at the reminder of her shared birthday with her brother.
“Speaking of surprises…” she remarks, her tone unamused.
Wanda takes a deep breath before extending her hand toward the door. Slowly, a faint red mist forms around her hand and similarly envelops the door handle.
Her eyebrows furrow in concentration, and with a quick flick of her hand, the handle turns, and the door swings open.
Instantly, colorful paper confetti pieces burst into the room.
Pietro enters right after, holding the sack that contained the makeshift confetti.
“Surprise!” he exclaims.
You chuckle in amusement at Pietro as you brush off some of the confetti that managed to reach you while turning to the other twin.
“You’re getting better with your control, Wanda,” you praise her.
The three of you discovered Wanda’s innate magical abilities when you were young and have decided to keep it a secret among yourselves ever since.
Although sorcery is not forbidden in the kingdom, it is still a feared and dangerous skill to possess, both by those who are afraid of its power and by those who seek to abuse it.
So far, Wanda has been able to manipulate small objects, moving them slightly but not without a lot of effort.
However, her magical capabilities and her control over her powers seem to grow stronger and easier to maintain every year.
With no other known sorcerer in the kingdom, she mostly practices and learns about her abilities from any readings that you can find for her.
Wanda grins proudly at your praise.
“Thank you, I’ve been practicing.”
She then turns to her brother with a reprimanding look.
When Pietro sees Wanda’s unimpressed expression and the lack of confetti covering her, he frowns at her in confusion.
“How did you know to dodge the confetti?”
Crossing her arms, Wanda replies with a raised brow, "You do the same thing every year," though a faint smile tugs at her lips. "Now, who's going to clean up this mess?"
You chuckle at her words and then shift your attention to the other twin.
“Be careful, Pietro. She's not exactly in a celebratory mood right now.”
You playfully nudge Wanda's shoulders. “She's too busy worrying about others.”
Wanda scoffs in disbelief, commenting, “You’re one to talk.”
In response, you lean toward Pietro, covering your mouth and pretending to whisper.
“Make sure she actually takes some time off and enjoys her birthday today too.”
Pietro nods and makes a sound of understanding while Wanda rolls her eyes at the two of you.
He then plucks a piece of confetti from your hair and playfully taps it against your nose.
“And you, go enjoy your ‘date’ today,” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows before nodding toward the door.
“Princess Natasha and the others have arrived. They’re waiting for you outside the gates.”
Surprised at his words, you tilt your head in confusion as you ask curiously.
“Others?”
Outside the manor's gates, Natasha stands with her arms crossed, her disapproval evident as she glares at the two unexpected guests seated innocently in the carriage, their respective canine companions resting at their feet.
With a suspicious squint, she questions them.
“Why are the two of you here again?”
Yelena responds with a nonchalant shrug and a bored tone, “I wanted to go into town today too.”
Kate, at least, looks a bit apologetic as she explains, “Yelena invited me.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me you were coming?”
Yelena answers her question with a roll of her eyes and a small groan, “Oh my god, we’re not here to ruin your ‘date’,” her hands make air quotes at the word before continuing.
“We just wanted to hang out together for a bit. You know, like before, and then we'll leave the two of you alone.”
“That’s not the problem,” Natasha says, though she understands Yelena’s reason for wanting to come.
When you avoided her during the past year, you also avoided the younger princess by extension, and even if she doesn’t admit it aloud, she knows Yelena also missed spending time with you.
Still, this is not the proper way to go about it.
“You can’t just invite yourself and join in on her trip without asking Y/n first,” Natasha reprimands.
“I don’t mind,” you interject from behind.
Natasha turns around at the sound of your voice, examining you closely when you stop in front of her.
You appear like your usual self, almost as if the distraught version of you from yesterday never existed.
Everything seems perfectly normal.
Natasha furrows her brows lightly at a sudden unsettling thought.
Were you always this good at hiding your emotions from her or is she the one who can’t read your feelings like before anymore?
Noticing Natasha's upset expression, you ask her curiously, wondering whether there's an issue if Yelena and Kate join the two of you.
“I’m fine with them coming along, if that’s okay with you?”
Truthfully, Natasha had hoped for a chance to speak to you alone after your unusual behavior yesterday.
Your reactions to your father's words especially troubled her throughout the night.
But when you tilt your head at her expectantly with a hopeful look, Natasha finds herself agreeing with you.
"Fine, they can stay."
Your pleased expression afterward makes her smile softly in return.
Behind her, she hears Yelena let out a fake cough and mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like "whipped" under her breath.
Natasha sends her sister a warning glare, causing Yelena to turn away while whistling innocently.
Shaking her head slightly, Natasha guides you a short distance away from the others. She still wants to confirm that everything is okay with you first before you all leave.
“Can we talk about what happened yesterday with your father?” she questions gently.
Your body briefly stiffens at the mention of your father, causing Natasha's eyes to narrow in suspicion as your gaze nervously shifts toward the carriage.
You wave your hand dismissively.
“That was nothing, Natasha. He’s always had a sort of intimidating presence.”
You pat her shoulder reassuringly.
“Anyway, we really should get going. We don't want it to get too late.”
Looking closely at your expression, Natasha realizes that she can still recognize some of your emotions.
You're clearly hiding something.
Nonetheless, she relents with a sigh, understanding that she won't get more from you at the moment.
As she glances up at the dreary skies, Natasha quickly realizes that your current outfit offers no protection against the impending weather.
Without hesitation, she swiftly unclasps her black cloak and gently drapes it around your shoulders.
Just as she's about to fasten it, your hand stops her.
"I could go back and get my own cloak, Natasha."
Ignoring your protest, Natasha secures it firmly in place, raising an eyebrow.
“I thought we needed to get going.”
A small, amused smile escapes her as your lips twist into a pout when she cleverly uses your words against you.
Rolling your eyes at her pleased expression, you step past her toward the carriage.
~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~
The cobbled streets are bustling with townspeople by the time you arrive, each person scurrying around to complete their daily errands. The market is alive with the voices of merchants beckoning customers to their stalls and shops.
“There sure are a lot more people in the town than usual,” Natasha comments in observation.
“Obviously,” Yelena responds with a roll of her eyes, gesturing to her. “Your coronation is coming soon, and with the upcoming festival in a couple of weeks, it’s no wonder people from other kingdoms have already started to arrive here.”
As the carriage turns a corner, Kate excitedly points toward a certain direction.
“Oh, can we stop by Clint’s shop? He told me he should be almost finished with my new bow.”
“That’s fine," you respond, instructing the coachman to stop, “I needed to drop by the bakery nearby anyway.”
The carriage comes to a halt in front of the blacksmith’s shop. The owner, Clint Barton, once served as a knight at the castle before retiring to be with his family.
As the bell atop the door chimes upon your entrance, Clint emerges from the back with a rag in hand.
“Well, this is a nice surprise. What can I do for the four of you?”
Kate steps up to the counter eagerly, barely able to contain her excitement.
“Is my bow ready?”
Clint smiles at her and nods, replying, "Just about. It needs a few finishing touches, but you can take a look."
With a flourish, he retrieves the bow from the back and presents it to Kate with a wave.
"Go ahead, check it out."
Yelena, equally impressed, lets out an appreciative whistle at the weapon while Kate admires its craftsmanship and the feel of it in her hands.
With Kate and Yelena occupied, Clint shifts his attention to Natasha with a meaningful look.
"I have something in the back for you also, Your Highness."
Natasha frowns when Clint's eyes briefly flicker towards you beside her, catching his unspoken message.
Recognizing the seriousness of the atmosphere, you excuse yourself in understanding, “I’ll go make sure those two don’t hurt themselves.”
As Clint heads to the back, he asks over his shoulder, "Did you want me to sharpen your sword for you too?"
Following Clint, Natasha hands him her sword with a disapproving sigh.
"You know Y/n is a trustworthy person. She's not one to spread anything important."
“Even so, my duties are to the members of the royal family alone,” he says before raising his eyebrows at her. “Though from what I hear, she may be joining the family soon.”
Natasha rolls her eyes at his teasing tone.
"We're together, Clint. That doesn't mean we're engaged."
“Not yet, you mean,” Clint corrects her pointedly. “With how long you've held back your feelings for Y/n, a proposal is bound to happen sooner or later now that you're finally together.”
Natasha shakes her head at his playful banter, but she internally sighs in relief that Clint wholeheartedly believes her relationship with you is genuine with no suspicions.
However, his last comment puzzles her. What did he mean by her feelings for you?
Pushing aside the thought, she brings Clint’s attention back to the original point.
“You said you had something for me?”
Clint lets out a deep sigh, his demeanor growing solemn.
“There have been troubling whispers coming from the Hydra’s den.”
Natasha raises her eyebrow at the name of the tavern known to be frequented by less savory characters.
“You know that Laura doesn’t like you poking around shady areas like that. You’re supposed to be retired.”
He responds with a sneaky grin, “Doesn’t mean I don’t still keep in contact with some informants.”
His face turns serious again as he explains his discoveries.
“The ambush on the king. It sounds like Rumlow may have known about it.”
Natasha crosses her arms with a frown at the revelation before giving Clint a knowing look.
“But there’s no evidence of an actual connection with the mercenaries who attacked, right?” she says, already aware of Rumlow's knack for concealing his involvement in anything shady.
Clint nods grimly before continuing, “Even if there was, I doubt he was able to organize something that precise. Somebody else has to be one pulling the strings or helping him.”
Natasha tilts her head curiously at his sure tone.
“You have some suspicions?”
Clint’s gaze briefly shifts toward the door leading back to the front where you and the others await.
He leans closer, whispering, “I heard Lord Dreykov and Rumlow had some meetings a couple of days before the attack.”
At that moment, the sound of your voice interrupts their conversation as they hear you inform Yelena and Kate that you're heading over to the bakery first.
Natasha looks regretfully at the door when she hears you leaving. She didn’t intend to hold you back from completing your original errands.
Clint lets out an amused huff at her expression and waves her away knowingly.
“Go, I’ll finish this up and let you know when I’m done.”
Natasha nods thankfully and starts to leave but she pauses at the door, turning back to Clint.
“Keep this information quiet for now and let me know if you hear anything else.”
After checking in on Kate and Yelena, who choose to stay back a bit to continue their conversation with Clint, Natasha exits the shop. She spots you across from the shop, engaged in a conversation with a nearby flower vendor.
When Natasha steps to join you, the sudden growling at her side captures her attention.
Both Fanny and Lucky were originally told to rest and wait outside the shop for their respective owners, but now they stand upright and alert, growling at something in the distance.
Natasha surveys her surroundings, carefully observing each person. Her eyes pause on a suspicious figure lurking in the shadows of a corner.
Following his gaze, Natasha realizes he's watching you.
Meanwhile, you remain distracted, examining the different flowers in the cart, completely unaware of the attention on you.
As the stranger begins to move in your direction, the two canines become more agitated, letting out warning barks that attract the attention of people around Natasha, including the suspicious figure.
When the stranger notices Natasha's presence, he quickly turns around and disappears into the crowd. Natasha goes to follow him when a hand grasps hers.
She turns and finds you looking at her with concern.
“Natasha, is everything okay?” you ask her.
The dogs have calmed down and are now nuzzling against you.
Natasha glances back at the crowd and finds that the mysterious figure has disappeared without a trace.
She turns back to you, nodding in reassurance.
“Yeah, let’s go,” she grips your hand firmly before pulling you towards the bakery in the opposite direction.
~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~
As Natasha and you enter the shop, the warm and sweet smell of freshly baked goods envelops you. You greet the young shopkeeper with a friendly wave.
They recognize you and immediately head toward the back, calling for someone.
Your old stablemaster, Cedric, emerges from the back, greeting you with a warm hug.
“Y/n, it’s so good to see you again.”
You return the hug, glad to see he was well.
“You too, Cedric.”
After the embrace, Cedric notices the princess standing beside you and offers her a respectful bow.
Reaching at your side, you pull out a pouch of coins, presenting it to him with an apologetic tone.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything about your dismissal.”
Cedric shakes his head with a reassuring smile, pushing the pouch back toward you.
“That wasn’t your fault.”
You frown and insist, placing the pouch in his hands.
“Still, I want you to have this, please.”
He finally accepts the pouch graciously, already knowing your stubborn determination.
“Alright, how about I give you some pastries in exchange.”
You follow him to the counter, where an array of baked goods is displayed, as you clarify one of the tasks that you had for today.
“Actually, I was also planning on purchasing some cakes and pastries for the twins’ birthday.”
Cedric waves off your offer with a warm smile.
“Nonsense, consider it our present to them. And this time I insist, so don’t think you can change my mind, dear.”
“I’ll be sure to let them know then,” you smile softly at his gesture.
Cedric has always treated the three of you with compassion as if you were his own children.
He places a plate of various pastries on the counter, waving his hand in an offer for you.
“Here, try some of these new pastries that Martha made this morning while I have those cakes and pastries ready for you.”
Martha is his wife, who also worked in the kitchen at your manor for a long time. She would always let the three of you sneak and have some of her desserts that she made even when you weren’t supposed to.
You take a bite of one of the new pastries, and the creamy custard filling fills your mouth immediately. It was nice and fluffy and not overly sweet.
Nodding in approval, you take another piece and offer it to Natasha.
Natasha raises her hand, politely declining, “Thank you, but I’m good.”
At her refusal, you frown with a playful pout.
“Come on. Try some, Natasha. It’s not too sweet.”
Natasha shakes her head firmly.
“No way.”
“Don’t tell me the princess is scared to try something new,” you challenge, playfully bringing the pastry closer to her face.
She scoffs in disbelief at your words.
“Oh, so you do remember that I’m still your princess,” Natasha tells you as she deftly dodges your hand.
You try a different approach, tilting your head at her and giving your best pleading look.
“Please, just one bite, Natasha. You’ll like it, I promise.”
Natasha locks onto your pleading eyes in defiance for a moment before giving in with a sigh, unable to refuse. She takes the pastry from your hand and takes a bite.
You were right — it isn’t too sweet.
As Natasha takes another bite in satisfaction, you chuckle lightly at the small cream left at the corner of her lips.
Reaching up to her face, you wipe away the cream with your thumb before bringing it to your lips.
“I told you it was good,” you say nonchalantly, not noticing how Natasha had frozen at your actions and was looking at you with wide eyes.
“Which cakes would you like, Lady Y/n?” the shopkeeper calls out to you, causing you to turn around and go behind the counter.
Natasha finishes her bite slowly as she watches you go, recovering from her shocked state. Her fingers reach up to trace where you had touched her lips.
Her attention is so focused on that moment that she is startled when Cedric speaks up from beside her.
“Lady Y/n is a brilliant and kind woman,” Cedric comments, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
Natasha recovers her composure and acknowledges his words with a nod. She's known that since the first time she met you.
“She’s one of the best people I know,” she says proudly.
“Indeed, she is.”
Cedric's expression turns solemn as he looks at you.
“But sometimes, I worry she keeps too much of her troubles and worries to herself. She’s always trying to protect everyone else.”
He turns to Natasha with a grateful smile.
“That’s why I’m glad that she has you back in her life. Someone needs to care and love her as much as she does for others.”
Natasha looks at you, remembering how you brushed off the events from yesterday when she brought it up.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course, Your Highness.”
“You’ve worked at the manor for a long time. How would you describe Lord Dreykov as a father?”
Cedric’s eyes widen, and he glances around nervously as if checking the shadows.
“I shouldn’t say—”
“Please,” Natasha gives him an imploring look.
With a sigh, he responds quietly.
“Lord Dreykov has always been a strict and cold person in general.”
He rubs his hands nervously as if recalling some troubling memory.
“Calm and calculating. But if something displeases him, his temper can sometimes become…aggressive.”
Natasha frowns at his wording, her concern deepening.
She is about to inquire further when you suddenly appear at her side, interlinking your arm with hers, and holding up a bag of pastries victoriously.
“All done. The rest will be delivered later today.”
You look between Natasha and Cedric curiously.
“Are you ready to go?”
Natasha gives you a small smile, nodding in response.
You turn to Cedric and give him another hug goodbye.
“Thank you again for everything,” you whisper to him.
He pats your head fondly, “Take care of yourself.”
When the two of you step outside, you find Yelena and Kate waiting for you. You offer the bag of pastries to Yelena, who, unlike her sister, has a sweet tooth.
“Yes! Thank you!” Yelena exclaims, taking the bag excitedly, “This is why you are way better than my sister.”
You smile in amusement at her reaction while Natasha rolls her eyes.
Her hand finds yours naturally and intertwines them together, holding your hand firmly.
“Where to next?” she asks you.
You point in the distance, as you grip her hand tighter, pulling her down the street.
“The jewelry shop.”
~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~
“Welcome!” The elderly jeweler lady greets and bows at the sight of the princesses.
“Please take a look around,” she kindly offers. Yelena and Kate wander off to explore other displays, while the jeweler turns her attention to you and Natasha.
"Your order is nearly ready, Lady Y/n. They're just finishing up the wrapping for you."
"Thank you," you reply appreciatively.
She beckons for you and Natasha to follow her to another section of the store.
"In the meantime, I thought the two of you might enjoy examining these while you wait."
The display showcases a collection of rings, each bearing distinct styles and precious stones. They are unmistakably engagement rings, you realize.
“Oh, um, I don’t believe we're in the market for such items at the moment,” you tell her.
“Nevertheless, it never hurts to explore what might interest you for the future,” she suggests, glancing between the two of you.
You exchange a questioning look with Natasha who gives you a small shrug in response.
After a moment's thought, you decide it would be better for the validity of the charade to pretend as if you are searching for an engagement ring for each other for the future.
As you contemplate Natasha's preferences, you shake your head, unable to find a suitable option among the displayed rings.
“I don't think you'd want something extravagant. Probably something more simple and elegant, maybe with a meaningful inscription inside the band instead of a gemstone.”
You tilt your head as you examine Natasha and place your hand lightly on her chest, your thoughts wandering.
“We could even attach the ring to a delicate chain so you can wear it as a necklace. That way you can always keep it close with you even during your training.”
“What do you think, Natasha?”
Finally looking up at her, you find Natasha staring at you with the same dazed expression as the one that she had in the carriage yesterday after she accidentally kissed you.
Blushing at the memory and the realization of your closeness, you retract your hand and turn away, unable to maintain her gaze as your face flushes with warmth.
Beside you, Natasha clears her throat awkwardly, snapping out of her daze before responding.
“Um, yeah, that sounds nice.”
The lady nods in agreement, seemingly unaware of the sudden tension in the air.
“It’s so lovely to have someone who truly understands you, Your Highness. And as for you, Lady Y/n, which one would you prefer?”
Regaining your composure and thankful for the shift in focus, you shrug casually as you reexamine the rings on display.
With a smile, you point to one that captured your attention.
“I like this one.”
Natasha peers over your shoulder to see the ring you've chosen, an elegant design with a red gemstone at its center.
"Why’s that?" she asks curiously.
Turning back to her, you playfully take strands of her hair between your fingers before waving it in front of her face in an obvious manner.
“The color reminds me of you.”
Natasha’s mouth opens slightly in surprise, but she can’t seem to gather her thoughts to respond, too stunned by your words.
At that moment, Kate calls you to come over and see something.
You give the jeweler an apologetic smile as you go across the store to them.
Natasha’s gaze focuses on you the entire time, watching your retreating back in a daze. There’s that strange feeling in her chest again.
A tap on her shoulder draws her attention away, distracting her from thinking further about what that feeling might mean.
The jeweler leans across the counter, whispering to Natasha in a secretive manner.
"I can have this ring prepared for whenever you're ready, Your Highness," she says, gesturing to the ring you liked.
Realizing what she means, Natasha waves her hand in refusal, chuckling nervously.
"Oh, no, that won't be necessary."
After all, it’s not like you and she are going to get married soon.
As soon as Natasha finishes speaking, your laughter fills the shop, drawing Natasha's attention back to you. Her eyes soften, and a fond smile graces her face as she watches you. It's been a while since she had the chance to see you so happy and carefree.
Next to her, the jeweler nods resolutely as if coming to an understanding. She takes the ring from the display and places it in a small intricate box.
Then she presses the item firmly against Natasha’s palm, telling her knowingly, “You may need this sooner than you think.”
Natasha’s mouth hangs open in surprise, speechless and confused at her words.
Someone from the back calls out for the jeweler, causing the lady to quickly excuse herself and leave.
"Wai–" Natasha says in an attempt to stop her and return the ring, but the lady quickly disappears behind the back doors before she finishes her call.
Defeated, Natasha looks down at the box in her palm in confusion.
This is the second time today that someone has suggested such a thing to her. Why does everyone keep thinking that she is going to propose to you?
Before she can wonder about it any further, you and the others approach her, and she swiftly hides the item from view, tucking it into her pocket.
"Alright, I've got the presents," you announce happily. "There's one last place I need to visit, but I don't want to keep you all out this late."
Natasha frowns at the thought of leaving you by yourself.
“We can come with you. It’s no bother.”
"Actually,” Yelena interrupts, raising her hand and remarking. “Your sword and Kate's bow should be ready now, right, Kate?"
Kate’s face twists in confusion, replying, “Clint said it was going to take a whil—ow.”
Yelena’s elbow is pushed in a sharp nudge at Kate’s side, and the young princess’ glare silences Kate’s previous statement as Yelena pointedly gestures at Natasha and you with her eyes.
Kate opens her mouth in understanding and continues, “Right, and I have a lot more questions to ask him, like the different types of bow strings, arrow tips, nockin— ”
Yelena covers Kate’s mouth with a tight smile at the two of you.
“The point is, I can go with Kate to pick that up for you, and we’ll head back whenever we finish.”
She then pushes her sister closer to your side.
“Meanwhile, Natasha can go with you, Y/n, and then the two of you can go back home together afterward.”
The two of them hurry away before you can respond, leaving you staring at their retreating figures in confusion.
“That was strange, right?” you ask, glancing at her.
Natasha just rolls her eyes and sighs in exasperation.
“Nope, that was just Yelena.”
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The roads have significantly cleared since the morning as more dark clouds loomed overhead. Most of the merchants are already closing their shops in anticipation of the impending rain.
The gloomy weather seems fitting for your final destination of the day.
With reverence, you carefully place the flowers you had acquired earlier onto the tombstone of Iryna and Oleg Maximoff, the parents of Wanda and Pietro.
Natasha stands respectfully behind you, patiently waiting.
Your face has a sorrowful expression as you begin to explain.
“They both died during a raid by some remaining enemy soldiers still in the kingdom after the war,” you sigh, “just as they were celebrating the twins' birthday.”
You manage a melancholic smile as you remember how they were earlier this morning.
“They don’t show it, but I know today is a tough day for both of them.”
Natasha's hand rests on your shoulder in comfort as she responds sincerely, "Then it's a good thing they have you."
“And I’m truly grateful that they’re in my life," you say honestly, placing your hand gently on the tombstone.
"I promise I'll protect them,” you whisper.
As you rise to your feet, a light drizzle begins to fall from the sky.
In response, Natasha guides you under a nearby tree, pulling your cloak closer to shield your body from the cold rain.
“Take cover here. I’ll go have someone bring the carriage around."
“Okay,” you reply appreciatively as Natasha turns to go.
After a few minutes, the rain intensifies, forming puddles around you as you wait under the cover of the tree branches.
Thunder booms and fades into the distance until you hear the distinct sounds of approaching footsteps.
You turn toward the splashing water, expecting Natasha's return.
“That was fast—”
A hand closes tightly around your throat, forcing you back harshly. Pain shoots through your head when it collides with the trunk of the tree.
Instinctively, your hands clutch at the hand retraining you as you look at your attacker.
“You!” the stranger snarls inches from your face. “You’re supposed to be dead! I made sure you and that woman died in that fire.”
Your eyes widen in shock at his words, piecing together the reasoning for his anger directed at you.
This was the man who killed your mother?
Growing up, you had learned that the perpetrator had escaped that fateful night. You always wonder how you were able to survive his attempted murder against you and your mother, but all you had ever managed to uncover was that he was an enemy soldier who wanted revenge against your father for capturing him as a prisoner during the war.
Your surprised gasp at the realization of his identity was choked out as he increased the pressure on your throat.
It won’t matter who he is if you end up dying from lack of air though.
Desperately, you try to fight against his hold, clawing at his hands and kicking with your feet to give you some sort of leverage, but you can feel your strength draining as it gets harder and harder to breathe.
Suddenly, the pressure around your throat disappears, and the man is forcefully pulled off of you as you stumble to the ground.
As you gasp for breath, you look up to find Natasha's familiar figure now positioned protectively in front of you, her eyes glaring fiercely at the man who is currently groaning in pain on the ground.
“Stay down,” Natasha growls in a stern warning.
Her body is shaking as she struggles to contain her anger at the man for hurting you, but her primary concern is to ensure your safety first.
As if ignoring her words, the man clutches his head, shaking it violently as he mutters incoherently under his breath.
“...supposed to dead...destroy…kill everyone…nonono…not my fault…what he did to me…needs to pay...He needs to pay!”
At those words, his furious gaze locks onto you with seething anger.
He pulls out a dagger and lunges toward you, the blade glinting menacingly in his hand.
Natasha steps in swiftly, intercepting the attack. She catches his hand and redirects his assault, causing the blade to veer away from you.
However, it still manages to graze her arm.
She ignores the slight pain of the injury as she presses on. Using the momentum of his strike, she deftly twists his hand, disarming him of the dagger.
Then with a swift action, she sweeps him off balance, and he crashes to the ground with a resounding thud.
The man groans lowly in pain before finally slumping unconscious.
Natasha straightens up and goes to confirm that he is truly down.
As the fleeting rush of adrenaline begins to subside, she winces slightly at the stinging pain in her arm from the earlier cut. The wound doesn't feel too deep, but it appears she may need to have it looked at soon, seeing how her sleeve is gradually staining crimson as blood now drips down to her hand.
Cradling her injured arm with her other hand, Natasha turns her attention back to you, only to find you standing a distance away with your face turned pale just like how it was yesterday.
"Y/n, are you okay?" she asks, her voice filled with alarm that you may have been hurt.
Meanwhile, in your mind, Natasha’s concerned voice feels distant and muffled as your eyes focus on her bleeding arm.
Sudden panic surges in your chest at the sight of her blood, triggering a rush of emotions.
Memories from that terrible night flash before your eyes, causing your breath to quicken and your chest to tighten further.
The present and the past blur together as you vividly remember the sight of Natasha coughing up blood while calling your name.
"Y/n?"
Natasha's brows furrow with concern when you don't respond to her call. That's when she notices your hands clenched and shaking by your side as your breathing grows more and more erratic.
Worried, she rushes closer to you to comfort you.
However, at her movement, your eyes widen in fear, and you back away from her. Your voice trembles as you whisper.
"You're hurt."
Realizing that you're focused on her bleeding, Natasha turns her injured side away from your view and approaches you again, cautiously and slowly this time, extending her hand in a calming gesture.
"Y/n, look at me," she speaks softly with a soothing tone. "I'm okay. We're safe."
Again, you barely register her words amidst your racing thoughts. The guilt and trauma from that night resurfacing to remind you of your role in what happened.
Natasha is injured.
She got hurt because of you.
You're responsible for this.
As your eyes stare blankly at your hands in a distracted state, Natasha finally reaches you and gently takes your trembling hands in hers. Up close, she makes out your fearful and panicked voice as you continue to unconsciously mutter to yourself.
"I did this…"
Natasha’s brows furrow in confusion at your words, but before she can correct and reassure you, she needs to calm you down first. Tilting her head, she tries to lock eyes with you to help control your rapidly increasing breathing.
“You need to breathe, Y/n," she says gently, guiding your hands to her chest and taking a slow, deep breath to coax you to follow along.
Despite your distant state, your body still responds to her calming presence and guidance, and you gradually slow your breathing.
After a moment, Natasha speaks up again, this time to reassure you.
"This wasn't your fault."
Her words jolt you out of your trance, and your eyes finally focus on hers in disbelief. Pain and anguish taint your voice as you cry out to her.
“You almost died, Natasha!”
Your hands clench against her chest, and you attempt to push her away.
This was a mistake.
You should have never allowed yourself to get close to her again.
Natasha widens her eyes in surprise, realizing that you're referring to the incident from last year.
Seeing your pained expression and the tears in your eyes, Natasha feels her heart break at the sight. She tightens her grip on your hands and envelops you in a comforting hug, cradling your head against her chest.
Your hands push weakly against her shoulders, but she doesn’t budge, not willing to let you go.
Unable to break free, you bow your head in defeat, tears mingling with the rain as they stream down your face.
“That night…you almost died…because of me.”
~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |
Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 |
Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15
Series Masterlist : Boundless Devotion
a/n: Sorry this one was kinda long but thank you for reading!
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Request Fest
This morning I woke up to a happy milestone here...
Even after rooting out (reporting and blocking) the deluge of pornbots that have come out of the woodwork the past couple of weeks, we've all of a sudden skyrocketed to 300 followers around here! I started this account and only started posting stories last July, and I didn't have any big expectations, I only wanted to start writing again for me and maybe have some fun sharing it.
And you have all made this considerably more fun by jumping on board, sharing, commenting... I literally adore and burst over the things you drop my way whether it be a keysmash, a gif, questions, commentary, declarations, anything and everything!
So to actually celebrate YOU incredible folk, I thought something really and truly for YOU would be in order...
Between now and Sunday, April 23, I'll take at least five of your requests and turn them into 300-3k word drabbles, head cannons, imagines, or fics! I'm off this weekend, so we may get more than five out of this, but I figured let's start with an attainable goal, and maybe I'll surprise and exceed expectations rather than fail to hit the goal hahaha...
HERE BE THE SPECS TO REQUEST:
You can be as vague or as specific as you want - I don't know how many requests this will bring in, and sometimes a very vague prompt or challenge will send me immediately into a lightning bulb moment, and sometimes a request-to-order might tickle my fancy, IDK
I AM MAKING NO PROMISES
THE MUSE WILL REACT TO WHAT THE MUSE WILL REACT TO
But here's a smorgasbord of things you can pick and parcel out to put in a request...
WHO: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanov, Joaquin Torres, Namor the Submariner, Thor, Carol Danvers, Matt Murdock, maybe some Jennifer Walters or Kamala Kahn, Nick Fowler, Hogwarts Founders, Tom Riddle, Lily Evans, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Regulus Black... you can request other characters but I may be less able/inclined to fulfill the request
WHAT: fluff, smut, dark, AUs, what ifs, missing scene scenarios, MCU between film things, a follow up to something I've already written
WHEN: medieval to now/near future
WHERE...I ALREADY KNOW I WON'T GO: I won't write college AU, DBF, stepcest, DDLG, watersports, underage
WHY: WHY NOT?
HOW: Drop an ask no later than Sunday with the request/challenge/idea/scenario/gif or pic inspo - again, I make no promises, but I am stoked to see what you send my way and I think this could genuinely be a blast
LET THE GAMES BEGIN!
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Marvel/Avengers Halloween Scenario Game
13 Days of Halloween: Day 4 (Bonus)
(Scenario Game Masterlist)
Rules/What you do: Just match the month/day/letter to yourself and you got yourself a cute little scenario to imagine lol. And you can also leave in the tags or comments, what your scenario is :) *Please consider reblogging or tagging your friends/mutuals to share this around.
Your Birth Month:
You And...
January: Sam Wilson // Pepper Potts
February: Vision // Lady Sif
March: Tony Stark // Maria Hill
April: Scott Lang // Wanda Maximoff
May: Bucky Barnes // Carol Danvers
June: Pietro Maximoff // Darcy Lewis
July: Thor // Monica Rambeau
August: Steve Rogers // Jane Foster
September: Peter Parker // Natasha Romanov
October: Bruce Banner // Okoye
November: Clint Barton // Gamora
December: Stephen Strange // Hope Pym
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Your Birth Date:
1: Go to a pumpkin patch...
2: Get lost in a haunted house...
3: Wear matching(couples) costumes...
4: Decorate for Halloween...
5: Get chased by a monster...
6: Have a Halloween movie marathon...
7: Go to a Halloween fright night festival...
8: Tour a decorated neighborhood...
9: Bake Halloween themed desserts together...
10: Go to a Halloween Party...
11: Go on a hayride...
12: Accidentally wear the same costume...
13: Go on a haunted tour...
14: Get lost in a corn maze...
15: Take turns telling scary stories around a campfire...
16: Watch horror movies together...
17: Go to a haunted house...
18: Go apple picking...
19: Get lost in the woods...
20: Go to a county fair...
21: Pick each others costume...
22: Have a jumpscare/prank war...
23: See a real ghost...
24: Carve pumpkins...
25: Go trick-or-treating (or) Give out candy to trick-or-treaters..
26: Dress up as each other...
27: Get stranded in the middle of nowhere...
28: Host a Halloween Party...
29: Make your own costumes...
30: Go ghost hunting...
31: Attend a masquerade...
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First Letter of Your Name (or Username) -
AND...
A-E: You have your first kiss.
F-K: They end up confessing their feelings for you.
L-S: They tell you they love you for the first time.
T-Z: It's your first date.
xx
A bit of a different style to this one, hope you like it!
Don't forget to comment or reblog with your results, and tag your friends!
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Requested Taglist: @le-green-lion
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25 Days Of Christmas
So the other day I decided that every day in December, or at least the first 25, I'm doing a Christmas drabble or one shot based around the characters I write for. So far this is what I'm thinking.
I put all the characters I write for in a randomizer/generator, along with a few different prompts and here's what I got.
December 1, Natasha Romanov/Yelena Belova, Missed Connections
December 2, GOD (Ghosted), Origin Story
December 3, Esteban Ocon, Meet Cute
December 4, Tom Hiddleston, PR Relationship
December 5, Yuki Tsunoda, Slow burn
December 6, Remus Lupin (young marauder), step brother
December 7, Klaus Hargreeves, First Sexual Encounter
December 8, Johnny Storm, Sex Tape
December 9, Valkyrie, Mafia
December 10, Daniel Riccairdo, Blackmail
December 11, Fandral, Bad boy with a heart of gold
December 12, Steve Kemp, Groundhog day scenario, basement wife
December 13, Arthur Leclerc, Best friends to lovers
December 14, Aegon Targaryen, Exhibitionism
December 15, Chase Collins, Virgin Sacrifice
December 16, Loki, Roleplay/Disguise
December 17, Lucy McConky, Somnophilia
December 18, Charles Leclerc, Onlyfans
December 19, Soldier Boy, Overstimulated
December 20, Fred and George Weasley, Threesome
December 21, Chris Evans, Drugged
December 22, Sebastian Stan, Love at first sight
December 23, Sirius Black, Sex Toys
December 24, Fernando Alonso, Breeding
December 25, Ben Curtis, Bondage
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Hello humans!!!
I’m new to the tumblr world but I’m a writer looking for some requests! I will only write wlw things. Stories, one shots etc. I definitely specialize in darker scenarios so keep that in mind when making any requests! Here’s a list of some people I’ll write for (but not limited to just these people)
Wanda Maximoff
Natasha Romanov
Alcina Dimitrescu
(Any of the Dimitrescu daughters)
Pretty much any Sarah Paulson character
Any of the other Marvel women
Some of the cast from Wednesday, Morticia , Principal Weems
Any requests can be sent to my asks! I look forward to get back into writing 🥰 Also my Wattpad is Kaylynnvixious if you’re looking for some of my stuff I’ve written.
#dark!wanda x reader#dark!natasha romanoff x reader#dark!wanda maximoff#alicina dimitrescu#sarah paulson#wlw post#wlw ns/fw#wlw smut#dark theme#morticia addams#principal larissa weems x reader#larissa x reader#larissa weems#castle dimitrescu#alcina dimitriscu x reader#lady dimitrescu
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'Great. Now I Have Your Germs All Over Me.’
@sicktember 2022 Prompt #5
Fandom/OCs: MCU Avengers, Sick!Clint Barton, Sick!Natasha Romanov
Title: Superman (It’s Not Easy)
Words: 1163
Inspiration: None yet again. (Didn’t realized there was so many like that TBH)
Author’s comments: Surprisingly there’s little-to-no contagion in my Sicktember docs. Probably because I was trying to keep the fics so short, and I like to see the whole contagion scenario play out if I’m going to write it. Even this prompt, which was just begging for some contagion, was not used for that purpose. Mainly because an angry caretaker isn’t my jam, and that was the only way I could read this prompt if the contagion actually happened here. So, instead today you get two miserable sickies for the price of one with our favorite MCU assassins. Honestly this is probably set after the sick!Tony fic from a few days ago. Makes sense to me, anyway. And yet, this is a Clintasha ship AU.
It was Tony’s fault that Clint and Natasha were sick. It had to be. After all, he had been in the office a few days prior, visibly shedding contagion everywhere. The pair tried to stay far away from him, but Tony wasn’t nearly as fastidious about washing his hands as they were, so they ended up catching his germs anyway. There weren't many things that kept them from their duties, but illness was definitely one of them, especially when they were unfortunate enough to be ill at the same time. When the symptoms started and they realized what had happened, they did what they always did in times like these: they made their way to one of their more comfortable safe houses, stocked up on supplies, and prepared to lay low for the duration, cutting off communication with the rest of the team temporarily.
Lounging in the living room of the aforementioned safe house, each to their own couch, the topic of Tony came up as Nat and Clint discussed their unfortunate luck with no small amount of bitterness.
“What do you think is a good punishment for someone who comes to work knowing they’re sick and contagious?” Clint asked idly, giving up on watching TV since watching sideways and lying down was giving him a headache.
“Reinfect them with another sickness once they’re better, since they chose to infect everyone else with theirs,” Natasha replied sleepily, wrapping her blanket tighter around herself with a sniffle.
“Hm, that’s clever. I was just going to say make them take care of everyone they infected until everyone was better.” He had to stop to cough before he could continue. “But more painful revenge might be sweeter.”
“You’d really trust Stark to be a good nurse? Because I wouldn’t trust him with anything that wasn’t mechanical.”
“He could at least fetch and carry things. I get so dizzy when I stand up. ‘Tash, do you–”
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to ask,” Clint pouted.
“You were going to ask me to fetch or carry something for you, and the answer is no.”
“But I didn’t–”
“No. My fever was higher than yours when we last checked. That means I’m sicker than you, so you get to do your own fetching and carrying.”
Clint huffed in irritation, but knew he didn’t have a leg to stand on, so he sat up and slowly got to his feet, shivering and coughing miserably to make a point.
Natasha was unphased. “While you’re up, could you make me some tea, please?” she called sweetly.
Clint sighed dramatically, but began to pull down her tea supplies, muttering to himself around frequent coughing fits.
“My head is killing me, so don’t be surprised if I make your tea wrong,” he called peevishly at one point.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine. As long as it’s hot. That’s all I care about right now.”
A few minutes later, Clnt shuffled his way back to his couch, depositing a bowl of dry cereal, a glass of juice, and a glass of milk before returning to the kitchen. When he came back to the living room once more, he was carrying a steaming mug, which he held out to his companion. Just as she grabbed it, Clint’s breath hitched in an unexpected gasp, and he leaned forward out of habit, putting him that much closer to the mug and the hand that was grasping it.
“Hih– Hiihgk-KH’SSHHhuue! hh!-HYYIIZSHH’uuhh!! Ugh, god, sorry…” He belatedly brought his hand to his nose, a poor excuse for cover.
“Clint! Ugh, great, now I have your germs all over me,” Natasha groaned. “You sneezed right into my tea, too!”
Clint gave her a look as he returned to his own couch. “Pretty sure we have the same germs at the moment, ‘Tash. I don’t think you need to worry much.” He rifled through the mess of blankets he had been lying under until he found a package of tissues, pulling one out just in time to catch the pair of drips quivering at the corners of his nostrils that had been threatening to make him sneeze again.
“It’s still gross,” she muttered. Yet she had already taken a sip and was holding the mug close to her face, inhaling the steam. He had made her tea perfectly as always. She smiled a tiny bit at this thought. When she glanced back at him, though, the smile turned into a concerned frown. “You okay, Hawk?”
He had not touched his cereal yet, and was pressed back against the couch with his eyes closed, breathing slowly. “ ‘M really dizzy. Just give me a second,” he mumbled, clenching his fists.
She did as he asked and didn’t pester, but waited in silence. Eventually he unclenched, slowly opening his eyes to meet hers. They exchanged a tiny nod, checking in.
“Most days I’m pretty happy not being Superman, or super anything. That super immunity could really come in handy though,” Clint said, wiping his nose again as he at last added the milk to his cereal.
“It’s not easy being the weak ones,” Natasha agreed. “No one likes being reminded of their humanity.”
Clint tried to scoff, which turned into a cough. Natasha laughed at this, which also became a cough. The pair would have laughed at this too, but feeling it might be unwise, settled for exchanging a wan smile instead.
In due time, Natasha finished her tea. She assumed Clint had also finished since he’d been motionless for a bit, but when she turned to ask him if he would get her a refill, she found to her surprise that he had dozed off where he sat, the spoon still resting in his hand as his chest rose and fell in deep breaths. With a little sigh, she stood and went to fetch her own refill, casting a worried look at her partner as she passed him.
She made her tea and set it down by her seat, then moved to Clint’s side. She pressed a hand to his forehead, anticipating the burning heat she felt there, but worried by it nonetheless. Upon feeling her touch, the archer opened his eyes blearily.
“It’s not like you to fall asleep out of nowhere,” Natasha sighed, removing her hand and clearing his used bowl and glasses for him.
“I get sleepy when I’m running a fever, you know that.” He stretched carefully, yawning.
“It’s still unsettling.”
He smiled a little. “And you get anxious when you’re running a fever. Some things never change,” he chuckled, coughing over the last word.
She smiled too in spite of herself as she returned to her spot. “No, I suppose they don’t.”
“Well, you know what always helps both of those things? Sharing a bed for a nap. You get to feel safe and protected, and I get to sleep. Win win.”
Natasha smiled. “You’re absolutely right. At least that’s one thing that’s easy.”
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princeofbadassery
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Will create works that contain:
AUs - I love AUs of any kind. If you have a scenario in mind, I can probably make it work, but I also like to write canon-adjacent or -divergent works. As for tropes, I like the feel-good tropes like fluff, found family, established relationship, meet cute, but there are very few fics where I don't manage to get some angst snuck in there. So angst, hurt/comfort, injury, trauma, and associated recovery are also tropes I frequently write about and really, why have one or the other when you can have both?
Will not create works that contain:
So my hard no's are omegaverse and any kind of genderbend, sex change, or bodyswap AU, and I also don't write any explicit sex scenes. Fade-to-black or implying sexual content is no problem. Kissing or other intimacy is okay.
Dark!characters are also not something I feel comfortable writing, including abuse or non-con between the main pairing. Discussion of past abuse or flashbacks or torture within tropes like hurt/comfort are okay. Really if it is canon-typical, then I have no problem with it.
Mild no's are tropes that kind of create artificial conflict, like fake dating for example, but these are more based on vibes and I can probably be convinced if your idea avoids stuff like that.
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Auction ID: 1134
Will create works for the following relationships:
Bucky Barnes-centric - MCU
Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers - MCU
Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson - MCU
Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Sam Wilson - MCU
Work Description:
I'm typically a slow writer and it usually takes me a couple of months to finish a fic. (Tho, sometimes I bang one out in a couple of days when all the neurons in my brain align and cooperate.) I also suffer from time blindness so I don't notice when I haven't worked on something for weeks. So, auction winners might want to check in on me occasionally (kindly, please).
My one-shots are usually around 2000 words, so that will be the minimum and I'll add another 1000 words per 10$ up to 10,000 words.
Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature
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-- Fic or Other Writing --
Auction ID: 2068
Will create works for the following relationships:
Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson - MCU
Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson - MCU
Work Description:
I'm typically a slow writer and it usually takes me a couple of months to finish a fic. (Tho, sometimes I bang one out in a couple of days when all the neurons in my brain align and cooperate.) I also suffer from time blindness so I don't notice when I haven't worked on something for weeks. So, auction winners might want to check in on me occasionally (kindly, please).
My one-shots are usually around 2000 words, so that will be the minimum, and I'll add another 1000 words per 10$ up to 10,000 words.
Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature
Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!
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last 10 first lines meme
@bossymarmalade tagged me!
Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics/chapters posted on AO3 (if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics) and try to draw some conclusions.
I'm only going for non-drabble fics, because I feel like my drabble first lines are always "sets up the scenario with dialogue if possible."
Could Use A Guy Like Me - Joyce Byers/Steve Harrington, Stranger Things
It starts in the parking lot of Starcourt Mall’s burning carcass.
2. The Price We Pay - Molly McIntire, American Girl
Molly perches on James’ knee. He’s home! She had forgotten the smell of him, so comforting and important, like Palmolive shaving cream and the starch in his shirts and the faint scent of antiseptic from the clinic.
3. Four Times The Avengers Guessed Clint- and Natasha's Designations Wrong - Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, MCU
The shawarma shop is quiet, all things considered—quiet aside from the cacophony of journalists clamoring at its broken windows for the best shot of The Avengers sitting around an askew table, tired and human, waiting for their food.
4. Home is the Human Heart - Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, MCU
Bucky is a little skeptical at first. He doesn’t like crowds of people, for one thing, and for another, it’s not a holiday about which he has terribly strong memories. He remembers Sukkot and lying in the sukkah that he and his dad made up on the rooftop, next to the Shapiros’ sukkah and the Cohens’ sukkah and Mrs. Flannery’s well-tended garden. He remembers his rumbling stomach on Yom Kippur as Rabbi—what was his name? Well, anyway, he remembers the hunger. And he remembers Pesach, his first sips of wine and its acrid alcohol burning on his thirteen-year-old tongue.
5. Haiku - Natasha Romanov, MCU
The plane touches down at the Haneda Airport long after night has fallen outside the airplane windows. Clint leans over and presses his face against the glass as they glide and touch down, watching the sparkling colored lights of Tokyo grow closer and closer. Natasha does not: she has seen cities from the air before. She stares at the back of Clint’s head, instead, at the way his hair is mussed from sleeping in the seat upright.
6. Not in the Answer But the Question - Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, MCU
“On your left.”
7. a smile on your immortal face - Samantha Parkington/Nellie O'Malley, American Girl
Samantha is a well-bred young lady, which means that she attends the women’s college an hour away from home to learn her finishing and to attend functions with the nearby eligible men of Cornell, Princeton, and Yale. It would be uncouth—not to mention un-Christian—to mix with the men of Columbia.
8. Gee, I Hope You're Ready For A Fic About Death - Beetlejuice: The Musical (gen)
Grown-ups are terrible at hiding their feelings. At least, they’re terrible at hiding the fact that they think Lydia is a freak.
9. Five Times Captain America Fucked A USO Girl & One Time Steve Rogers Got Fucked - Steve Rogers/OFCs, Steve Rogers/Hedy Lamarr, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers
Bettie smiles up at Steve and turns so that her long, lean white back faces him. “Zip me up, Captain?”
10. Slice of Life - Clint Barton & Kate Bishop, minor Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop
“C’mon, kid.” Clint slings his arm around Kate’s shoulders. “I’ll show you where to get the best hot dog in New York.”
I tag @bebeocho, @fille-lioncelle, @lazaefair, @idontgettechnology, andddd @morethanonepage
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The Rouges Meet Tony's New Family
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by Orca478
The Rouges return to the compound, thinking that Tony needs them back. Steve certainly thinks that Tony needs him.
Turns out, the Rouges could not be more wrong.
They slowly find out that Tony does not need them, he has a family now, a big big family.
And they got some words (and maybe even some punches) to throw at the Rouges.
This story contains multiple scenarios of different people confronting the Rouges and their bullshit, as well as some fun between Tony' s family.
Words: 3031, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 8 of The Anti Team Cap Chronicles
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Tony Stark, Yelena Belova, Steve Rogers, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Vision (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Peter Parker, Pepper Potts, Harley Keener, Carol Danvers, Stephen Strange, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Guardians of the Galaxy Team, Agents of SHIELD Team, The Defenders Team, Maria Hill, Nick Fury, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, James "Bucky" Barnes
Relationships: Yelena Belova/Tony Stark, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Maria Hill/James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Jane Foster/Thor, Bruce Banner/Brunnhilde | Valkyrie, Sharon Carter/Carol Danvers, Scott Lang/Hope Van Dyne, Loki/Stephen Strange, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Nakia (Black Panther)/T'Challa, Shuri/Riri Williams, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Ruby Hale/Skye | Daisy Johnson, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie/Yo Yo Rodriguez, Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Christine Palmer/Pepper Potts, Gamora/Peter Quill, Mantis/Nebula (Marvel), Jessica Jones/Matt Murdock, Luke Cage/Danny Rand
Additional Tags: Civil War Team Iron Man, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, Not Civil War Team Captain America Friendly, BAMF Tony Stark, One-Sided Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Parent Tony Stark, BAMF Yelena Belova
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Spider-man bringing in Yelena who was hired to kill him: Everybody, everybody I've got a hitman who tried to assasinate me, bids start at 15$!
Bucky, very protective over Peter: Ill take them.
Peter: Ooh we got a first anybody 20?
Wanda, also very protective of him: Me.
Peter: 25 anybody, 25?
Nat: Sure.
Bucky: Why the fuck do you want them.
Nat: Well I need to practice torture and interrogation techniques right?
Peter: We got a 25, anyone up for 30.
Wanda: Can I at least see them?
Peter: No! Stop fucking kicking me! You taking the 30?
Yelena: Let me go!
Nat: Yelena?
Peter: You know her? 35 for the tea. Stop trying to escape!
Nat: Did you just kick my sister?
Peter: Your sister tried to kill me. FUCKING STOP STABBING ME BITCH, IT ISN'T GONNA WORK!
Nat: Yelena, what the fuck?
Peter: Are you gonna take the 35? Because this bitch is annoying and I can well her on eBay.
Nat: Peter thats my sister!
Peter: Not anymore bitch shes my property. Give me 35$ and shes yours. COULD YOU STOP TRYING TO KILL ME?
Nat: Fine.
Peter: Nope its 40 now, your playing for my therapy. I just got stabbed, I have emotional trauma.
Nat: SPIDEY!
#avengers#avengers funny#avengers incorrect quotes#avengers incorrect scenarios#peter parker#spiderman#domestic avengers#bamf peter parker#black widow#natasha romanov#natasha romanoff#yelena belova#bucky barnes#james bucky barnes#james buchanan barnes#james bucky buchanan barnes#james barnes#the winter soldier#winter soldier#white wolf#the white wolf#white widow#wanda maximoff#scarlet witch#witchy sister#sassy peter parker#powerful peter parker#peter fucking with the avengers since day 1#hitman yelena belova#assasin yelena belova
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/43782058
A Marvelous Christmas
by Candy18a
Tony Stark and Pepper Potts throw a Christmas party for the Avengers and Guardians of the Galaxy.
A bunch of different scenarios that could happen at a MCU Christmas party.
Words: 717, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Multi
Characters: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Peter Parker, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Peter Quill, Gamora (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon, Groot (Marvel), Drax the Destroyer, Mantis (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Stephen Strange, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes
Relationships: Gamora/Peter Quill, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Avengers Team & Guardians of the Galaxy Team
Additional Tags: Christmas with the Avengers, Fluff, kissing under the mistletoe
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Marvel women Imagines/One shots
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by Nightshadeshadow12
My attempt at trying to write for my favorite ladies of Marvel. I'm not the best writer but trying my best in this. I'll take a few request for more ideas, can't promise it will be the best tho but I'll do my best. Might even do some scenarios/preferences
Words: 5575, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Black Widow (Movie 2021), Marvel, Captain Marvel (2019), Thor (Movies), Hawkeye (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Agent Carter (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, Multi
Characters: Peggy Carter, Captain Carter, Carol Danvers, Maria Hill, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Captain Marvel, Hela (Marvel), Melinda May, Skye | Daisy Johnson
Relationships: Peggy Carter/Reader, Yelena Belova/Reader, Carol Danvers/Reader, Wanda Maximoff/Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Reader, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel)/Reader, Maria Hill/Reader, Kate Bishop/Reader, Hela (Marvel)/Reader, Melinda May/Reader, Skye | Daisy Johnson/Reader
Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Shameless Smut, Love, Hurt/Comfort, Polyamory, Threesome - F/F/F, Smut, Alternate Universe, Platonic Female/Male Relationships
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The Red Widow- A Marvel AU
A/N: This is an Alternate Timeline set in the Marvel universe. As I am a reality shifter and this is one of My Desired Realities, most of what I write come from memories as Lilianne mixed with scenarios. So if things seem out of chronological order or "characters" seem different that is why. Also Black Widow is still alive in this.
Part 1
My name is Lilianne Liandre'. But you may know me by My vigilante name Shadow, an Agent of Shield, part time Avenger and X-Men (Woman) but before that I was...well let me start at the beginning.
I don't remember much of my childhood in Canada if I even had one...other than I could speak french and english. My parents and I moved around a lot, then there was a year of my life missing when I was around 6 or 7 I'm still not sure.
But I was told an organization took me in, convinced I had powers they could use, but gave up once they figured out I wasn't ready to learn how to control them.
My parents and I moved to Ohio,that was when I met and became close friends with Natasha and Yelena Romanov. Natasha taught me how to fight, where she learned it she never told me.
Then My parents died in a car accident when I was 9 years old, later I learned it was no accident. I was taken by that same organization that called themselves Hydra, for something called The Widow Project.
It was 1995 I was reunited briefly with Natasha and Yelena but they seperated us again, the sisters went with other girls crammed together in one military vehicle while I was taken by someone who they thought could control my shadows, my literal demons. A master of Mind Control, Baron Zemo...
Where I would be known as The Red Widow.
28 years later...
I woke up in a cold sweat again, another nightmare, the same place like every night. That damn Red Room, the memories haunting me of being strapped down while they tore me from the inside out at only 12 years old.
A familiar russian male accent, calming me, the words soothing "It'll be fine Princess. You can handle this, just a bit more." Zemo did nothing to stop them though even as I begged him too, as he placed his hands on either side of my head and I screamed as they took my choice away.
I gripped the sheets, willing the memories away, as I got up. Even so I punched the wall angrily making a large hole into it, damn super strength powers, the serum hadn't made us super soldiers like Bucky or Steve but we had above average strength and agility.
Shaking off the nightmare that was all too real. I looked around the room, confused at first then remembered this wasn't my room it was a guest room and it belonged to Baron Zemo...yes that Zemo, my mentor, my tormentor (or at least accomplice) and former lover for 10 years until I'd escaped with the help of Bucky Barnes then The Winter Soldier.
I was upset with Bucky for breaking Zemo out of prison, but he insisted we needed his help, so I let it go for now. I didn't have much choice in the matter, I mean I could leave but I didn't want to leave Sam and Bucky high and dry against The Flag Smashers (stupid name btw) especially since Bucky was My boyfriend now.
Oh did I forget to mention that? Yeah we've been dating for awhile ever since we reunited after the snap....Although the reunion didn't start off great.
4 years earlier...
A hand made of vibranium wrapped around my throat, slamming me hard against the wall outside the apartments in Budapest. His icy blue eyes stared into my hazel one's, emotionless and cold. "For the last and final time...who are you?" He ground out his tone sending shivers down my spine.
"Bucky...It's Lili, you don't...remember me..." I gasped around his strong hold.
He froze then, his expression changing as he realized who I was finally. We had been fighting for over an hour, it was about time he remembered me. His grip eased as he released his hold on. His breathing uneven and and his eyes wide with shock. "L-Lilianne?" His voice hoarse with disbelief.
I took a breath, smiling in relief. "Didn't think that would work...Hey Buck."
"I can't believe it. I-It's been too long. You're actually here. It's you." Bucky reached out to touch my face but froze at the last second, his expression faltering before he continued. "So much has changed." He muttered. It was impossible for him to hide his surprise. The snap had only been a year but to them it felt like 5 and it showed the year had left their mark on both of us.
I looked down for a moment. "I know...Maybe we should go somewhere else to talk."
Bucky nodded in agreement, "Yes that would be...smart." His tone as serious as his expression. It was clear a lot was on his mind, I could feel the tension in the air as we walked side by side.
"Let's go to my place. It's more secure." Okay so it wasn't actually my place it was Natasha's she was letting me use it until she got back...whenever that might be....I grabbed the keys opening the tall ornate but worn doors.
The place was small but cute despite being an assassin Natasha had good taste, but then so did I if I say so myself. Even if mine was more on the alternative side and hers was more kitschy.
we walked through the living room and straight through to the kitchen as I opened the retro fridge trying to appear calmer than I felt as I rummaged through it before finding some drinks. "Beer?" I offered him, holding up the glass bottles.
I could feel his eyes boring a hole into me, noticing how different yet the same I was. He nodded, "Sure." His response seemed nervous as he took the bottle I offered him and sat at the round table in the center of the kitchen, the chairs mismatched in bright orange and teal but still cute.
I stood then staring at him, trying to appear calm, detached like I had been bred for but inside I was a jumble of nerves same as him. "So how'd you find me? Where did you think I was this whole time?"
Bucky opened the bottle then taking a drink. After a moment he took a breath, setting the bottle down. "I don't know...I looked all over for you after the snap...when I couldn't find you I panicked...I started thinking the worst. I thought something had happened again." His eyes dropped to the table not looking at me.
I took a sip of my beer, surprised. "Really? last I heard you didn't care what happened to me, I was just a burden. Something you to deal with." But to me he had been my everything. I thought.
A look of confusion spread over his face for a moment before the memories started to resurface, of how he treated her, basically ignoring her while in The Avengers and then going back into cryo sleep. "I was scared after what had happened before...after what I was made to do. I thought it better to keep my distance then risk hurting you that way." His voice was quiet, the regret in his eyes clear.
I just looked at him then still upset. "The Winter Soldier's words then...not yours?"
Bucky gave a small nod, "Yeah, I...the time I spent as The Winter Soldier has always been hazy. I was on edge, paranoid most the time, hoping I wouldn't lose my mind again. I was different then, nothing like I am now. So yes those words were his."
I gave a small nod of my own, not looking at him, "I thought so. Are you better now?" I asked. Well as better as we could be, I knew working for Hydra what they did to the human psyche. Saw what they did to him, what Zemo did to both of us...I took a breath, willing the memories away.
Bucky sat in silence for a few minuetes, reflecting on my question as he tried to find the right words, "Yes, I mean I'm a lot less on edge then before. After everything that I happened, I've had time to make amends to change, I'm still working on it."
I gave a sad smile with a nod, "Me too. I found a balance. I don't work with just shadow anymore." A glow seemed to light up around me then faded as I said that.
Bucky raised an eyebrow in curiosity at that, leaning forward. "You learned more? You use light as well now?" Bucky hadn't thought someone could control both light and shadow.
"Yes. Well Lucifer's lighter side. Demon's don't just work in the darkness. I've been laying low but I do still help The Avengers and XMen occasionally. I'm sorry I wasn't able to do more against Thanos, it's just The XMen needed me and I was helping Yelena."
Bucky nodded in understanding, he knew we had also been avoiding each other at the time. Which seemed petty in the scheme of things. The new information about the demons though surprised him, he knew I was into magic, that I had that potential that's why Hydra had wanted me after all but... "So you actively work with the demons now like as equals? So you can control light and shadow?" His expression was stil stoic but I could see a flicker of something else in his eyes.
I smirked, "Ah yes I was still developing that when you met me...still just being an agent. I can still fight as you saw but yeah things are different now."
Bucky looked impressed, his voice laced with admiration and interest. "I had no idea you were so powerful...controlling both light and shadow. You may be able to give Wanda a run for her money."
I smirked at that. Knowing she had been the one to teach me how to practice real magic, as well Magneto but I decided not to mention that...only replying with, "I had to do something. I only ever worked with them for small things before and what Zemo tried to get out of me...but after I left Hydra and Shield, I made some more deals, they helped protect me." Illyana Rasputin had been the one to introduce me to most of them.
Bucky nodded, still trying to process what I told him. "Makes sense. You said you were laying low after the snap, what have you been doing all this time?"
I sat down across from Bucky then as I answered, "Odd jobs mostly. I've also been working with Natasha and Clint, they needed help with some young supers. I met Kate Bishop, I like her, we became fast friends. But otherwise I've been trying to lay low, May and Coulson know where I am but thankfully they haven't been pressuring me to come back to Shield."
Bucky listened intently at me, then said "Sounds like things have worked out for you. Have you ever thought about coming back to Shield? Maybe we could work together again?"
I looked at him, frowning. "Aren't you worried? what if Hydra tried to infiltrate again?"
Bucky paused at that, as he seemed to mull it over, leaning back his eyes wandered from mine as he gave a small shrug. "Honestly? I haven't had the chance to worry much about it. I've been more focused on...other things."
I look curiously at him now, "Such as?"
The corners of his mouth turned upward slightly as he met my eyes. The look on his face hinted at what or rather who he was referring to. He seemed unsure how to say it but ultimately gave in and spoke, "Such as...you. I've spent the last year thinking about you. I've missed you."
But not enough to come find me....I hesitated for a moment before replying, "I missed you too...despite everything that happened..."
"Despite everything, despite what I said and did. I regret letting you go and I...I'm sorry." It was the closest he'd ever come to apologizing and I knew it took alot for him to say that.
"It's alright...I know you were just protecting me by getting me out of Hydra. I get that you coming after me also wasn't personal, that they made you." I replied a bit softer than before, referring to when he was still The Winter Soldier.
Bucky nodded glad I understood him for who he really was not who they had made him. "It wasn't personal, you know I would never want to hurt you." He said softly looking into my eyes.
"I know." I looked up at him then not being able to contain the emotions in my eyes. Despite the fear of getting hurt again, of losing each other, the feelings I held for him never went away no matter how much I had tried to bury them.
Bucky couldn't help notice the emotions in my eyes. Seeing how much I cared, I always had. "I...I thought I'd lost you. I've carried that guilt with me for a long time. i felt powerless, I couldn't do anything to protect you, I couldn't stop them from...." A sigh left his lips as he shut his eyes to try and block the memories, of Zemo making him hunt me down, to either bring me back or kill me...
I wanted nothing more than to hug him then but I held back speaking softly, "Hey we were both being controlled. You had no choice...I get it...I honestly never thought I'd see you again."
Bucky shifted his eyes from mine, I noticed his hand squeeze around the beer bottle trying to keep his emotions in control. "I'm glad you get it....and I know...I didn't think I'd ever see you again either."
I notice his change in demeanor and knowing he was not good with emotions decided to change the subject. "Oh I heard your working with Sam Wilson now? Falcon? Here I thought you didn't get along."
Bucky laughed slightly a bit embarrassed, taking a swig of his beer before replying,"Sam and I have our disagreements sure...but we work well together. Though I will admit when I first heard he was going to be the new Captain America, I was not impressed."
"Of course not. Wish it was you?" I give him a knowing look, Bucky had been Steve's best friend for well centuries of course he'd feel like he deserved it more...or maybe he didn't and that was the issue.
Bucky looked at me his eyes widening in surprise as he chuckled and shook his head. "You know me too well. Though I think it was for the best. I think Steve would want Sam to be Captain America...It's a different lifestyle, one I'm not entirely ready for. I feel like Steve was made for it literally. whereas I fit better with the fighting and action. I'm not sure if I'm ready for a role like that. At least not now anyway."
I nod in understanding, "I get it. Despite my new...gifts. I'm not sure I want to be front and center or a leader again."
Bucky couldn't help but laugh at the irony that the both of us held so much power yet were content staying in the shadows. "I guess that makes two of us. We're more suited to the fight, not the politics. I don't know about you but I prefer the chaos to those meetings."
"Definitely. I knew there was a reason we got along." i joked. Not like we weren't similar in other ways...
Bucky seemed to relax more then I noticed. he took a long sip of his beer, I noticed his eyes roam over me. And took a sip of my own beer,smirking.
"You know me so well...maybe too well." A playful smirk crossed his lips but he was only half joking.
"Same goes for you." I agreed looking at him, "But that's not a bad thing right?"
"I guess not..." The playfulness in his tone disappeared then, his growing more serious. "I guess we have always been close...you always knew what I was thinking, didn't you?" Bucky shifted in his chair, turning slightly to avoid looking at me. I could tell he was reliving something he didn't want to.
I narrowed my eyes in concern, "Yeah like right now...Bucky what's wrong?"
Bucky took a deep breath before answering, "It's just that...I'm remembering things. The memories have been resurfacing and their bringing back other feelings I was suppressing. I know it's stupid but I don't like thinking about the time I was with Hydra...or when we fought...I never want to be that person again."
I nod in understanding. Knowing just what memories he was thinking of, not just being brainwashed and coming after me but the same thing happening to me as well. "Yeah...me either, trust me those demons are a lot harder to deal with then the real ones."
"that's the thing..." Bucky shifted in his chair, leaning on the table. his voice becoming more gentle, "You're a survivor...I should have known you'd be able to handle yourself as everything that happened."
I sighed,looking down. "I shouldn't have to deal though...WE shouldn't have too." Then I asked him "Do you still get nightmares?"
A hint of sadness crossed Bucky's face then as he nodded, "Yeah...I still get them...you too?"
"Yeah. Almost every night. My guardian demons try and protect me but they can only do so much." Not to compare but Bucky had been an adult when all that happened. Lilianne had been a child, for along time Hydra was all she knew...
Bucky looked pained at my answer, "I'm sorry...I'd take them from you if I could. I know how hard they are to deal with..."
"I know you would. I am grateful you got me out when you did, yeah I was almost an adult and Hydra ended up infiltrating Shield anyway...but at least you tried." I smile at him, wanting to take his hand but not sure if it was time yet.
Bucky looked at me, knowing what I wanted he held out his hand towards me. I smiled at him, squeezing his hand.
"I'm glad our reunion didn't end up in a fight well mostly." I grinned.
Bucky laughed softly, "I guess I've mellowed out with age. You did try and kick my ass."
I scoffed, "You started it. That metal arm of yours hasn't lost it's grip that's for sure."
Bucky smiled back, "That's true. And you haven't lost your touch either. those kicks are still powerful."
"Good to know training teenagers hasn't made me weak." I joked.
Bucky laughed, his eyes lighting up in amusement, "I don't know anyone else that can fight that good, especially with how small you are." He joked.
"I mean I was trained by The Black Widow and then was made leader of The Widows which was ironic." I mused.
Bucky chuckled at that, "I always thought it was strange and ironic for a teenage girl to lead The Widows. I guess being around them helped your skills..."
"Oh yeah I mean I had no choice really..." I trail off at the memories then try and lighten the mood again. "But I'm glad I haven't gotten rusty."
Bucky seems to know what memories I'm referring too, he had been Natasha's instructor in The Red Room after all. But he didn't bring it up, instead he smiled and said "I think you could still kick my ass in a fight...again."
"Wanna bet?" I smirk giving him a look.
A smile spread across his face then, I had his attention now and he was intrigued. He'd never pass up a chance to spar with me. Bucky looks at me a small smirk and hint of confidence appearing on his face. "You think you could still take me?"
"I know I could." I grinned back.
"Is that so? You think you have the upper hand?"
Suddenly I disappear into shadows only to reappear behind him. "I know so." I whisper into his ear.
I noticed Bucky's breath catch in his throat, the smug smile turning into an amused chuckle, "Alright then, I won't argue with that. Maybe you do have an advantage." Bucky gets up from the chair now turning to face me, grinning in amusement.
"Alright I'll make it easy on you. No powers. just strength and skill." I smirk backing away and geasutering for him to come towards me, it had been awhile since I'd had real competition. I was also glad I had worn my black tactical outfit instead of street clothes.
"Deal." Bucky nodded, stepping up. "Cmon on then." I wink at him.
Bucky smiled back at me before raising his fists, waiting for me to make the first move, to see what my strategy would be no doubt. His eyes glued to mine. More than ready.
I smirk, feinting a left kick then use the wall to push off into the air and kick him with my right leg.
The sudden kick catches him by surprise, my move faster than expected as I kick the side of him sending him back a few feet. Bucky kept his composure though raising his guard against me. He took a defensive stance not wanting to leave himself open again. This fight wouldn't be so simple.
I notice his stance, getting him off his feet wouldn't be so easy. Good thing I was quick. I used my momentum to leap over Bucky then, "Surprise." Putting a foot in front of his to catch him off guard. "No one said we had to fight fair."
To be continued...
A/N: Thought this was getting too long, more sparring with Bucky will continue in part 2 and a bit of Angst...cause we know how he is with feelings.
Part 2
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