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Chapter Nine: You Ready to Go to Church?

Summary: Whilst working, Natasha makes a few discoveries about herself. 1 - she's lonely. 2 - people come from all walks of life.

Pairings: Devil!Natasha x Fem!Detective!Reader, Natasha x Wanda, Reader x Steve (exes, co-parents), Yelena x Natasha (sisters).

Warnings: Blood, guns, drugs, death, mourning, therapy. Please let me know if I've missed anything!

A/N: This episode was quite a trek to write but semi-important. I won't be writing every episode of Lucifer for this series but I do seriously recommend watching it.

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The partying devil lay flat on the therapist’s couch, explaining the events of last night in great sensual detail. A pizza delivery boy getting his first experience on the job in a lingerie party, the party itself having three Brittanys, or Brittanies if you wish, and drugs, sex and alcohol of course.

“But I didn’t join them. Three Brittanies in a jacuzzi, three! And I didn’t join them.” Natasha grumbled, dressed in one of her more flattering suits that had a black, lace-hemmed corset top beneath her suit jacket, the buttons undone and tempting the doctor on the other side of the coffee table.

“Why do you think you didn’t join them?” Kate asked, sitting up straight in her chair with a neat pair of jeans and a long-sleeve shirt, her raven locks tied back in a bun.

“I don't know, Doctor. That's what I pay you to figure out, isn't it?” Natasha huffed, sitting up.

“Have you ever considered that all of this… excessive partying… may be your attempt to fill a void?” Kate offered. “‘Attempt’? I filled five voids last night.” The devil smirked, folding one knee over the other.

The doctor sighed. “That’s not what I mean.” When Natasha looked at her with a confused expression, Kate further explained. “A void in your emotional life. You sound… lonely, Natasha.”

The redhead almost cocked her head to the side like a confused puppy. “‘Lonely’? Have... have you been listening to a word I've said? I am never alone, I'm constantly surrounded by people, you know? I party whenever I desire, my bed is never cold.” She said with an exasperated sigh.

“Natasha, being alone and being lonely are two entirely different things.”

“Are they?”

“Of course. You may be surrounded by others, but… do you truly consider any of those people your friend? A peer you respect, someone you like to spend time with. Someone… with whom you share a meaningful connection.” Kate softened her voice, seeing how this was new territory for Natasha.

In classic devil nature, Natasha smirked. “Well, you and I connect quite well.”

Kate immediately shut it down. “I'm talking personally. …What about Wanda?”

Natasha’s smirk fell flat. “No. She and I are on the outs, I'm afraid. Long story filled with betrayal. You actually make a cameo in it.”

“How about Detective Valeria? Do you consider her your friend?” The doctor replied, staying calm despite the frustrated woman in front of her.

“Well, quite honestly, I... I'm not sure what we are.” She murmured.

Kate smiled gently. “Why don’t you try finding out?”

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After her therapy session, Natasha made her way back to Lux to enjoy a glass of her newest scotch ordered from Scotland, though it didn’t help that someone was already there. As she walked along the corridor, Wanda came running up the stairs in a strapless dress and thigh-high fishnet stockings. “Natasha? Listen, can we tal-?”

“I don't have time for traitors.” Natasha cut her off, her words almost a hiss.

“Look, I get that you don't want to talk to me. But someone else is here to see you for a favour.”

“Not in the mood, Wanda.”

“Trust me.You don't want to miss this one.”

When Natasha finally looked down at Wanda, there was a flash of demonic happiness in her eyes. Her irises glowed their swirling red, and she gently turned Natasha’s head by her chin to see a man waiting for her in the main club area.

“Be gone.” Natasha muttered to Wanda, a simple wave of her hand before Wanda made herself scarce.

Natasha slowly came down the stairs, tying up her hair whilst she buttoned up her suit jacket. If this was official business, she’d look official for it.

“You wanted to speak with me?” She declared herself known to the man.

As he stood, his bald head and dark skin tone reminded her of someone she knew by blood. He wore a suit, much like her own, though far more formal - and she didn’t wear a clerical collar either.

“Natasha Romanoff. I’m Father Frank Lawrence.” He introduced himself politely, a smooth slick to his baritone voice as he held out his hand to shake.

She didn’t shake it, instead chuckling. “A priest walks into a bar. I've heard this one before. Never seen it, though. At least, not here.”

She dawdled around to the other side of the bar, pouring herself some whiskey since the scotch had yet to be unpacked. “Padre, how did you of all people find me?”

“Don't let the collar fool you.” He gestured to it minutely. “I have friends from all walks of life. And some of these friends tell me you're the woman to see when you run out of options.”

“Ooh, what kind of nasty trouble have you gotten yourself into then? Pinched too much from the collection basket?” She teased.

“I'm here about a neighbourhood youth center.” Father Frank explained.

“Sounds dreadful.” Natasha grumbled, sipping the whiskey.

“It is... especially when you realise it's being used as a front for an illegal drug operation. The center's director, Lenny Arietta, is recruiting kids from my church to move his product.”

She tsked. “Ah, so this is about young boys, of course it is.”

“One in particular. A kid named Connor. He's had it rough. Lost both his parents at six. Bounced from home to home, some juvie. But deep down, a good kid.” He paused and pulled out his cell phone, a picture already loaded once unlocked.

The devil put down her whiskey and studied the image. A white young male, no more than 16 or 17. A blue beanie covered blonde hair, a grey shirt with a skull on it and blue collar hems, whilst he had a black zip-up hoodie with white drawstrings.

“So, diddling this one, are you?” She asked, handing the phone back.

He chuckled dryly, taking the phone back. “How about I not dignify that with an answer, and instead ask my favour?”

“Thank fuck, I was wondering when you'd get to it.” She grumbled, pouring another glass of whiskey.

“I want you to talk to Arietta before Connor gets involved.”

“And why not go to the police? Got something to hide, do you?”

“They were useless. Couldn't find anything on Arietta.”

Natasha felt a bit protective when he said that the police were useless. She knew that if you had been given this case, you would have tried your damned hardest to solve it. She just knew it.

“Why not ask your boss then, hey? The Almighty Himself.” She smirked, pointing at the ceiling but not looking at it.

“I already have.” He answered.

“Oh, no luck?”

“On the contrary - I believe he led me to you.”

She chuckled heartily. “Oh, I highly doubt that. So that's it, is it? Stop a drug ring to help some kid get out of trouble.”

Father Frank sat down as Natasha rounded the bar again, coming closer to him before she grinned lightly. “What's in it for you? What is it you really want? That dirty dark desire I can see you struggling to hold in.”

She watched with glee as her mojo worked on the priest, his eyes glazing over slightly. “What I really want… is to put my fist through Arietta's face.”

“Ha! And there it is. Wrath.” She grinned deviously, pleased with herself. “Ooh, not so high and mighty now, are you?”

“We all have demons inside.” He murmured, like he was shamefully admitting that fact.

She shrugged. “My demon tends the bar. So come on, what else are you hiding? Hypocrites like you always have something.”

“You don't know anything about me.”

“Oh, I know plenty. You and I are natural sworn enemies.”

He sighed. “Let’s cut to the chase - you gonna help me or not?”

“My answer to you, Father, is a big fat no. Handle it yourself.” She said, mocking his title before she walked off. “Wanda?! Are the Brittanies still here?!”

“No - but Valeria called.” Wanda echoed through the halls.

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“You're lucky I don't have any active cases, or else I'd send this to Narcotics.” You grumbled as you walked with Natasha up the ramp of the youth centre, dressed in your black jeans, jacket, a blue-black striped long sleeve with your badge and gun in its holster.

“Narcotics? No, no, no, no. I don't give a damn about the drug dealer. We're here to investigate the priest.” Natasha clarified.

“Priest? I thought we were here to talk to the youth director.” You raised an eyebrow at her, questioning her motive for this case.

“We are. To get dirt on the priest. He must be hiding something. And what better way to stick it to dear old Dad than prove that those who speak on His behalf aren't as virtuous as they pretend to be?” She grinned.

You sighed as you approached the youth director’s office. “You thought it'd be a good idea to rope me into your imaginary family feud? Great.”

“Look, am I mistaken or do you catch bad guys? Now, this priest is up to something. Something nefarious... I can feel it.” Natasha said, looking at the passing children with a slightly disgusted expression.

“Last I checked, your feelings don't count as probable cause.” You remarked, knocking on the double doors to the office.

“Well, isn't the fact that he came to me probable cause enough? Or I could just interrogate this youth director by myself.” Natasha shrugged, knocking the door before you could stop her.

“No, just let me do the talking. Mr. Arietta?” You called through the door, checking the handle to find it locked.

“Hmm. Well, if I were trapped in here with these vile children, I'd lock my door as well.” She smirked. You bent down and looked through the small glass gap of the door, scattered papers littering the floor as well as some knocked over science glassware. But just when you were about to pull away, you spotted a pair of legs lying face down on the floor.

“Back up.” You muttered to Natasha before you raised your foot and kicked in the door, the lock snapping on its way open.

“Well, Detective.” Natasha grinned before following you inside, momentarily staring at your legs and wondering about the strength they held.

“Look.” You said, alarmed at the sight of Arietta’s limp form on the ground.

You knelt down, stunned at the pool of blood by his head, and pressed two fingers to his carotid artery. “He's dead.” You uttered before pulling out your phone and calling it in.

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“M.E. puts the time of Arietta's death between 11:30 and 12:00 this morning.” You said to Natasha as she stood by you, crime techs working the scene methodically.

“Cause was multiple hits with a baseball bat. There are some abrasions on his face, so it looks like he struggled before he died. And I found this.”

“Ooh, what's that?” Natasha cooed like a pirate finding treasure, taking the small device but being careful to keep her fingers on the latex glove around it.

“It's a voice modulator. Hey, can you not do that?” You grumbled as she spoke into it.

“Detective, I am your father.” Her voice came out deeper and incredibly modulated, her chuckle afterwards making you shake your head.

“It's not a toy, Natasha. It could be evidence.”

“Well, I'm impressed. Looks like the priest handled it himself after all.”

“We don't know if the priest did this.”

“Well, maybe you don't.”

“Detective Valeria?” A crime tech called for you at the door just as you were about to get annoyed with Natasha.

You handed off the voice modulator to a crime tech and went to the door, a person waiting for you yet you didn’t wait for Natasha to follow.

“Hey, you're the head counsellor, right?” You said just as Natasha went under the tape.

“Uh, yeah. I’m Eric Doyle.” The man introduced himself, an overweight yet ‘gentle giant’ nature to his stature with a cropped haircut, a grey polo and jeans on whilst a clean watch was clasped on his wrist.

“Any idea who might've done this?” You asked him, folding your arms.

“No. I mean, everyone liked Lenny. He was a good boss.” He replied.

“So, he had no enemies whatsoever, no? Especially any who wear clerical collars?” Natasha snickered lightly at her obvious meaning.

Doyle’s face showed that he recognised the name. “So you know about the priest.”

“Oh, yes.” The devilish woman nodded, excited now that there was another lead in her favour.

“Yeah, that guy's always coming around here and getting into arguments with Lenny. But he's a priest, so… not much I can do about it.”

“Right. Mr. Doyle, where were you between 11:30 and 12:00 this morning?” You questioned, getting on with it.

“Uh... here. In counselling sessions with, uh, Nikki and Connor.”

“Connor? That's the altar boy from the priest's photo.” Natasha murmured.

Behind you, two officers were keeping away two teenagers. As you approached, you relinquished the officers and asked them for their names. Funnily enough, they were Nikki and Connor.

“So, is it, is it true Mr. Arietta's dead?” Connor asked slowly.

“Well, duh, dumbass.” Nikki scoffed, dressed in very emo-esque clothes, particularly the ‘SKATE OR DIE’ on her shirt next to a Dia de Los Muertos skull.

“It is. Yeah. Did you know him well?” You asked, trying to be gentle.

“A little, I guess. He- he- I mean, he ran the place.” Connor shrugged.

“Do you know if Mr. Arietta was involved in any drug activity?”

“Drugs?” Nikki laughed. “I mean, I wish he was. That would've made him more interesting.”

Natasha chuckled. “Okay. Enough about the dead guy. Tell me everything you know about Padre Pederast.” She pointed at Connor.

“Who?”

“Father Frank. Did you see him do this? Do you think he's capable?” She sighed, annoyed at his young teenage boy's mind for not catching up.

“Father Frank? Kill Mr. Arietta? No. No way.”

Nikki scoffed. “What do you mean "no way"? The guy's a creeper and totally obsessed with you.”

“He's just overprotective. Ever since my parents died, he feels like he's got to watch out for me or something. But he's a good guy. He's just a little... just a little annoying.” Connor shrugged.

“See? Annoying.” Natasha looked at you.

“Mm-hmm.” You lazily answered her. “When was the last time you saw him?”

“Uh, he... Here this morning.” Connor stuttered.

“Yeah, preacher seemed pretty pissed.” Nikki added.

You sighed, thanking the two before you went with Natasha to the station to look up the preacher, using the devil to help ID him visually.

“That's him. Frank Lawrence. The most evil of people have the most normal names, I've experienced. Beware anyone named Keith.” Natasha warned you, to which you nodded sceptically.

“Well, his criminal record's pretty extensive. assault and battery, disorderly conduct, drug charges.”

“See? Not very priest-like.”

“But nothing in the past ten years.” You added, searching the screen to find a very important document. “Ah, a restraining order filed by Lenny Arietta last week.”

“Ah, well, it's funny how Padre Punchy failed to mention a restraining order.” Natasha snickered. “Please tell me now we have enough to bring this priest down.”

“We have enough to bring him in. You ready to go to church?” You grinned, grabbing your jacket.

“Bringing down a priest is the only reason I ever would.”

“In. Bring him in.”

Natasha rolled her eyes lightly. “Yes, bring him in so we can bring him down. You’re no fun sometimes.”

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In the underground police parking lot, Malcolm stood and waited impatiently for his visitor. “I know you're there. What, are you watching over me? Like my own guardian angel.”

From the shadows, Yelena appeared, expressionless, in a neat blue suit with a white corset top, along with a few simple-banded gold rings on her fingers.

“Yeah. Grumpy guardian angel.” Malcolm mumbled.

“Forgotten about our deal, Malcolm? Because I brought you back from the dead for a single purpose.” She said, her accent making the man uneasy.

“Yeah, about that, I've... been meaning to ask. Why me?”

She raised a single eyebrow. “Why you?”

“Yeah. I mean, uh, I must be something special for you to go to all that trouble.” He grinned.

She chuckled darkly. “Don't flatter yourself. You're simply… in a unique position to do what I need done.”

His ego deflated at her words. “'Cause I'm a cop.”

“That, yeah.” She nodded, circling him. “And because… I know you'll do anything to avoid going back to Hell.”

When she stopped behind him, he stiffened at her breath on his neck. “Now, stop bothering me with these questions and just finish the task I've given you.”

Malcolm stepped forward to get away from her, turning whilst chuckling sheepishly. “Don't you worry your pretty little head. I'm already on it, all right? Everything's going according to plan.”

Yelena began to walk away before she stopped and looked over her shoulder at him. “Don't keep me waiting. Patience…” She chuckled. “She is not one of my virtues.”

Malcolm sighed, closing his eyes. “I promise you, I... I got this.” He stuttered because when he opened his eyes…

Yelena was gone.

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“Miss Valeria, Miss Romanoff, surprised to see you again.”

“Oh, I wouldn't miss this for the world.” Natasha grinned deviously at the priest.

“Father Frank, when was the last time you saw Lenny Arietta?” You asked him, ignoring Natasha’s jokes.

“This morning.”

“Despite the restraining order.”

“I answer to a higher authority.” He argued slightly.

“Not today you don't.” Natasha sang teasingly.

You gave her one glance and she rolled her eyes, putting her hands in her pockets as she let you question the priest. “What happened when you saw him?”

“We exchanged words. Things got a little heated.”

“What were you fighting about?”

“That altar boy of his, of course.” Natasha chuckled.

You ignored Natasha again. “Why were you fighting over Connor?”

“Because I'm worried that Arietta's gonna pull Connor into his drug ring.” He said, the words suspiciously identical to his last reasoning.

“So, what, you give him a right hook?” Natasha smirked, pointing at his bandaged hand.

Father Frank lowered his head. “Sadly, I did.”

“And then what?” You asked, folding your arms.

“And then I left.”

“Ooh, no, no, no, I think you skipped a part, didn't you?” Natasha chimed in. “You know, the part where you beat him to death with a baseball bat?”

“He's dead?” Father Frank asked, shocked. “Oh, Heavenly Father.” He murmured, painting the cross on his chest.

Natasha rolled her eyes (it seems she likes doing that). “Oh, come on. How gullible do you think we are?”

Father Frank shook his head. “I had troubles with the man, but he didn't deserve to die. And I certainly didn't kill him.”

You sighed, trying to de-escalate the situation. “Can you account for your whereabouts between 11:30 and 12:00 this morning?”

Father Frank thought for a moment. “Uh, I was here. Taking confessions. Mrs. Madison had a lot to say, took up the whole hour.”

Natasha sighed. “By chance, does Mrs. Madison have a limo driver?”

The priest looked at her, confused at how she knew that. “She does.”

“Damn. Just spoke to his alibi.” Natasha said to you.

“You- What?” You muttered.

“The MILF in confession.” She added, pointing to the confession box where a woman stepped out, fixing her ruffled hair and dress as well as her lipstick.

You sighed, poking your finger on the bridge of your nose three times in frustration. “Oh, great. Yeah, as much as I'm sure that followed protocol, I'm still gonna have to question her myself.”

You turned to the priest. “Father, I'm gonna need you to come into the station for a statement.”

After Father Frank collected his jacket and valuables, you and Natasha walked with him outside of the church to your cars. However, your head perked up at the sound of screeching tires, and you spotted a handgun being pointed out of a car window.

“Get down!” You called out, shoving Natasha and Father Frank to the ground before getting down yourself.

A full round unloaded from the gun, a stray bullet hitting the bus stop shelter glass before the driver took off. You jumped up, and though you tried, you could not get a full plate number off of the speeding car.

“And you wonder why I don't go to church.” Natasha sighed, readjusting her suit and corset top.

After three police vehicles turned up and cornered off the church main entrance as a crime scene, you went inside to talk to some people. You sent a crime tech to search the partial of the plate you had, along with the model of the car before finding Natasha by the pews.

“So I spoke to Father Frank's alibi. Checks out. He was in confession with Mrs. Madison from 11:00 to 12:00. He's not our guy.”

Natasha sighed. “Well, maybe she's lying. I mean, you know the sort of people that go to church. Sinners.” She tried to joke, but you didn’t seem to be in the mood.

“Lab results from the voice modulator came back empty. No prints, no DNA. Whoever did this is good.”

“What, so you think this shooting and the youth director's death are connected?”

“We know they have at least one thing in common.” You said calmly, walking up to Father Frank as he sat in the front pew.

“Father, you will be relieved to know that no one was injured.”

“Oh, thank God.” He sighed in relief.

Natasha grumbled. “Please don't.”

You looked sternly at the priest. “Now, Father… this wasn't a random attack. They were shooting at you. But you don't seem surprised. What aren't you telling us?”

He stood whilst pulling out his phone, holding it out and putting it on speaker. “Keep your nose out of our business or else.” A distorted voice came through before the voicemail ended.

“The voice modulator from Arietta's office. You should have gone to the police with this.” You scolded lightly.

“I assumed it was Arietta, and I'm not afraid of him. But if it's The Spider…” Father Frank trailed off.

“Spider?”

“I've heard whispers of another dealer trying to take over Arietta's business. People call him ‘The Spider.’ Scary, violent reputation.”

“Do you know who this Spider is?”

“I don't.”

You studied him for a moment. His eyes couldn’t meet yours and his shaking head showed fear. “You're holding something back, Father. I can tell.”

“I have a confession to make.” He hurried out.

“Finally!” Natasha cheered. “Well, the truth will set you free... isn't that what your beloved book says?”

“I lied when I said Connor was in danger of becoming involved. He already is. Dealing for Arietta.”

“What, that's it? Oh, please don't tell me that's what you've been holding back all this time.” The redhead looked disappointed.

“Wait. If Connor's already in deep, why go to all this trouble to protect him?” You asked.

“He's had it rough. Thinks he can only rely on himself. He's a good kid, Detective. There's still hope for him.”

You shook your head. “Father, you were today's target. We need to worry about your safety first. Do you have a place to stay? We can offer police protection.”

“I'm fine right here. This... is my sanctuary.” He sighed, sitting back down.

“Well, your sanctuary just got shot to high heaven, Padre.” Natasha chuckled. “But if you're looking to lay low, I believe I know just the place.”

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Natasha smirked at Father Frank as he sat in the same booth he met the devil in, strippers dancing in front of them dressed as nuns… initially. They had kept the veils and coifs on, but underneath was nothing but dark red lingerie as they danced to Do Ya Thang Girl by DJ Jubilee.

“Thought this might make you feel more at home, you know.” Natasha smirked at the priest as she sipped on her scotch.

“Sure you did.” Father Frank chuckled.

You walked past the strippers and into the booth, sliding in next to Natasha. “Hey.” You greeted her, to which she gave you a gentle smile.

“Malyshka.” She greeted you back.

“So, partial plates from the shooter's SUV came back with a couple matches. But this is interesting, one of them was recently reported stolen outside the youth center.”

“Oh, so you think someone inside's responsible.”

“I think it's too much of a coincidence not to be, but I ordered traffic cam footage, so hopefully it'll show us who was driving.”

“Hopefully.” Natasha grinned, her eyes falling onto the stripper in front of her.

Your eyes even had a little wander before returning to the task at hand. “Couldn't resist, huh?”

“Well, the man deserves some fun.” The devil grinned.

“Or you still want to prove he's a hypocrite.

“Well, what can I say? Temptation's in my nature.”

Natasha’s eyes fell onto yours and you held her gaze for a moment. In that moment, you felt safe, like being in this lustful partying bar was the safest place on Earth purely because Natasha was there.

“Hmm. And how's that working out for you?” You grinned, looking at Father Frank.

His head was nodding along to the music, his hand tapping on his thigh. Natasha seemed confused by his clear delight at the sensual song. “Padre, does this not bother you?”

“What can I say? I love this song.” Father Frank chuckled.

As the night dragged on, the three of you were having a wonderful time. You even had a drink with them, Natasha ‘accidentally’ making herself sit on your right whilst Father Frank was on your left, keeping you safe.

“You sure you're gonna be okay in here, Father?” You asked, the case coming to the forefront of your mind.

“This? Oh, absolutely. I grew up in places like this.” He excused.

“Oh, I find that hard to believe.” Natasha snickered, sipping on a new whiskey flavour.

He shook his head at her before his posture looked like he was starting a story. “No one's born a priest. Before the cloth, I was just Frank Lawrence, a touring musician.”

“Really? Let me guess... cowbell.” She replied.

“Close. Piano. Good old rock and roll. Opened for Dylan, Bowie, the Stones…”

“The Rolling Stones?”

“Yep. It was a crazy time, let me tell you.” Father Frank chuckled. “I was a lot like you, really.”

As Natasha finished her whiskey, she shook her head with a wry smile. “That's literally impossible.”

“Thought the fun would never stop.” He sighed, a sad expression filling his eyes. “Then, uh…”

“Father, you don't have to…” You murmured, putting a comforting hand on top of his injured hand’s wrist.

“No, no, no, no. Go on.” Natasha interjected.

The priest nodded, giving you a comforting smile. “Car accident. Ten years ago. I was travelling with Connor and his family. Uh, Connor's dad was a drummer, we used to play together. Another car swerved into our lane and, uh… Connor lost both his parents that night.”

Your expression fell into a remorseful one. You couldn’t imagine losing someone like that.

“My daughter was with us, too. She didn't make it, either.”

Let alone your child.

“Thought I'd seen some dark days. Nothing compared to losing my little girl. My heart just... cracked right open.”

His whole body went still. His eyes didn’t blink, his chest barely moved. The memories were as fresh as yesterday’s breakfast for him, even if they were a decade ago.

“That pain…” You muttered, shaking your head. “I’m so sorry, Father.”

“Well, you must have been awfully angry at your beloved God.” Natasha said, a slight anger to her tone but not directed at Father Frank.

“I was so... untethered. Lost. Turning to Him is what saved me.” He replied, wearing a fake but gentle smile.

“So... hold on. God stole your spawn and then you decided to worship Him?”

“I can't really explain it, but somehow it made me feel that she was safe. That's when I discovered my faith. The church gave me purpose. It was there that I crossed paths with Connor again. Me, a parent without a child; him, a child without a parent.”

You smiled softly. “You connected with him.”

He nodded. “We might not always understand it, but God has a plan.”

Natasha sighed. “Yes. I know. But why does everybody always think it's a good plan?”

Suddenly, your phone began to ring and you cleared your throat from the emotion that Father Frank’s story had brought up. “Please excuse me, Father.”

He nodded, though you didn’t need his permission, and you left to take the phone call.

“So, can we just go back to this absurd notion that you and I are in any way similar?” Natasha asked.

“You're right. We're not.”

“Thank you!”

“I'm probably a much better piano player than you are.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow before she looked around the club. Her piano was in the centre of the floor but it was too packed and loud for the two. She turned to the human bartender and told him that she’d be upstairs if you needed her.

“Well come on then, Padre. Let’s test your silly theory.” She smirked, leading him up to the penthouse.

Of course, she let Father Frank play first, his fingers dancing over the keys with the practised grace of an experienced player; though, Knocking on Heaven’s Door wasn’t wonderful for her ears.

“D-Do you know anything that doesn't make me want to, you know, impale myself? Like, uh... Something more upbeat. Something a bit, um... I mean, like, uh…” She shrugged, sitting down on the top side of the piano seat.

Immediately, she grinned as a song came to mind, playing a wilder melody of Mess Around by Ray Charles.

“Oh. I think I know what you mean.” Father Frank matched her grin, beginning to play the bottom side of the song in a similar jive and rhythm.

“Something like that?”

“Yeah.” She smirked.

“Okay.”

As they played, Natasha was impressed. “Father has got soul.”

“You ain't seen nothing yet.”

“Oh? Would you like to take the top?”

“Why not? Excuse me.”

As they swiftly swapped places, with Father Frank playing a glissando up the keys whilst Natasha spun around him to sit on the bottom side, she laughed heartily.

Though she wouldn’t admit it aloud, she was having fun with this soulful priest.

It was then that you appeared in the elevator, though neither of them noticed. You were happily surprised by the sight before you, tapping your finger in your pocket to the rhythm as you came to lean on the bar beside the piano. After a few more seconds of playing, Natasha noticed you out of the corner of her eye and immediately stopped playing.

“Oh.” Father Frank chuckled, looking between the two of you.

“Hi.” Natasha said after clearing her throat, putting her stoic face back on.

“Hi.” You greeted softly, giving her a knowing warm smile as if to say ‘I caught you having fun with the priest, hypocrite’.

Natasha cleared the air with her shrug. “Yeah, well, I suppose that wasn't completely terrible.” She directed at Father Frank.

“Not completely.” He laughed, patting her shoulder gently.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but Father Frank's story about The Spider checks out, and I got a lead so we should go.” You said, looking at Natasha.

She nodded and grabbed her jacket, patting Father Frank’s shoulder. “Well, you stay here. You need the practice.”

And the two of you left with the priest’s hearty laugh echoing in the penthouse.

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Upon exit of your car into a hidden skate park, you walked beside Natasha and mentally noted how she scanned the premises. “I talked to Narcotics and one of their CI's said The Spider's rumoured to hang out here.”

“Well, I don't know why you had to bring me along.” She said.

“What, are you anxious to get back to your new friend?” You teased.

She scoffed. “Please. The Devil friends with a priest? That's absurd.”

“It's absurdly adorable. You know, it's okay to admit you like the guy.”

“He's everything that I stand against, Detective.”

“Yeah, well, sometimes we get along best with the people we're most different from.” You shrugged.

As you scanned the place, Natasha observed you. You looked tired, a bit frazzled even. when she saw a man looking at your ass, she took a step towards you, glaring at him with the fury of a thousand suns.

If only her eyes were glowing. That would shock him into being a decent member of society.

“Look.” You said, pulling her out of her glare to look through the crowd.

“Oh. Little Miss Sunshine from the youth center.” She chuckling.

“Yeah, Nikki.”

“What's that she's doing?”

You watched her hands move swiftly between people before sighing. “Drug deal. And a smooth one. Maybe she's The Spider.”

“Ooh, black widow, then. Lovely.” Natasha grinned, about to stride forward and confront her but you held her back.

“Wait. She's giving it to someone else.” You muttered, pulling her back.

You pressed up against her chest, trying to minimise your visibility from Nikki. Natasha looked down at you, perplexed, her cheeks a little red as she tried to keep it down.

“To Connor.” You realised, seeing the boy accept the money from Nikki.

Then his eyes fell on you. With fear or rage or something in his eyes, he pulled out a gun and shot into the ceiling, sending the crowd into a frenzy.

“Get down!” You yelled, pulling out your own.

Though the crowd was working against you as you tried to squeeze through a gap between the people rushing out of the fenced skate ramp and the fence itself. You raced through the back door where Nikki and Connor went through, but the alley was empty.

“Gone. Great.” You sighed, putting your gun back in your holster.

“Why was the black widow giving her cash to altar boy?” Natasha asked, checking the alleyway with her glowing eyes as you checked your ringing phone.

“You never want to carry dr*gs and money on you at the same time. Makes you a target.” You opened your phone. “Or because Connor's The Spider.”

Natasha stopped glowing her eyes, satisfied that nobody was nearby, and looked back at you.

“Traffic cam footage.” You showed her your phone, a clear photo of Connor in the driver’s seat with a gun in hand.

“Ah, from the church shooting. So the boy the priest was trying to protect is the one who tried to kill him? Well, isn't that an ironic kick in the cassock?”

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When you returned to Lux, Father Frank was evidently shocked at the news by the way his hands shook whilst he held your tablet in his hands. “This doesn't prove Connor's The Spider.” He said firmly, giving you back the tablet which had Connor’s photos on it.

“It's pretty damning, Father. And it's enough for the APB that just went out. Connor's been declared armed and dangerous.”

“Armed and dangerous? The boy needs to be helped, convinced to turn himself in.”

“Father, he shot at you. He fired into a room full of kids.”

“Yes, but he shot up, didn't he?”

You sighed, knowing he felt for this kid as if he was his son. “We'll do everything we can to bring him in peacefully. I promise you that.”

Father Frank sighed too. “If you'll excuse me, I... need some air.”

Natasha wandered over with three drinks of whiskey in her hands, offering to the priest but denied. She then turned to you, smiling gently. “Drink, malyshka?”

You shook your head. “I have some digging to do. Will you watch over him until I get back?”

“What?” She huffed. “You want me to babysit the priest?”

You smirked as you retreated into the elevator. “I babysit you all the time.”

Natasha mumbled grumpily to herself as she walked towards her balcony, standing right next to Father Frank as he held a cigarette in the other hand.

“Need a light?” She offered.

He chuckled dryly. “No, thanks. Quit years ago. Still enjoy the ritual, though. Always keep one on me.”

She nodded, putting her lighter back in her pocket. “Please tell me you didn't come out here to talk to Him.”

“God? Why not? This is as good a spot as any.”

Natasha laughed, shaking her head. “Right.” She did pause though, looking at him with curiosity. “Does He, uh... does He ever talk back?”

He was quiet before answering. “I don't need to hear Him to... hear Him. If you know what I mean.”

“Well, yes, He never talks to me, either. Listen, um…” She said to quickly change topics. “Sorry about the altar boy. Surely you know you're not to blame. I mean, some people are just... beyond saving.”

“That's where you're wrong. There's still hope for him.”

She sipped on her drink, giving him a doubtful expression. “He shot up your church, he's most likely running a drug ring behind your back, and, oh, yes, killed a man.”

“I don't believe that.” Father Frank countered.

“Look, what if it's true?”

“Then he needs me even more.”

She scoffed, looking at him like he was a freak. “How can you still have faith in this boy?”

“God has faith in him. In all of us. Even in our darkest moments.”

“Oh, you really believe that.”

“I do.” He answered back quickly. “Why don't you?”

Her face fell stoic once again. “Because He didn't have faith in me.”

“Hmm.I felt that way once, too. But now I know, deep in my heart, God has a plan for me.”

“Oh, His plan for me was quite clear.” She scoffed, glaring at the cloudy sky for a moment.

“How do you know it's finished?” The priest chuckled.

Natasha stood there in silence, pondering his words and views. In her head, it possibly made sense that the plan for her wasn’t over. But the hatred and betrayal in her heart threw that thought into the garbage disposal, hoping that it could be as easily forgotten as it was learned.

“Excuse me. One of my parishioners, uh, a lot of them are still upset about the shooting.” Father Frank held up his phone.

Yeah. Don’t… Don’t worry about it.” She muttered, leaning on the balcony as he entered the elevator to take the phone call.

Pressing the ground button with determination on his face.

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After finding out Father Frank was no longer in Natasha’s custody, you quickly drove to the club and found Natasha.

“Why would he do that? Why would he just run away?” You scoffed, collecting the devil to the bar.

“Wanda, the priest, have you seen him?” Natasha asked the demon at the bar doing stocktake.

“So you're talking to me now?” She said bitterly.

Natasha glanced at you before glaring her glowing eyes at Wanda. “Have you seen him?!”

Wanda relinquished and bowed her head slightly, just enough for Natasha to be pleased and stop glowing her eyes. “He was down here on his phone. Heard him talking to someone named Connor. He left to go meet him.”

“He left? Where to?” You asked, though Wanda ignored you.

“Maybe he's trying to convince Connor to turn himself in.” You said to Natasha.

“No. He's probably trying to hide the little miscreant. Put his faith in God, not the police.” She scoffed.

“Why do you care about a priest?” Wanda sneered.

“I don't.” Natasha bit back, tempted to glow her eyes again.

“Where would he hide him? Where would he hide Connor?” You muttered to yourself.

“Somewhere he considers safe, I assume.” The devil shrugged.

It clicked in your head. “Sanctuary.”

You stormed out to your car, thankful that the valet hadn’t moved it, and jumped into the driver’s seat. You kept your lights and sirens off, and drove quietly along the street to the church.

“Malysh.” Natasha said quietly, trying to steady your shaking hand by putting hers on top. “Are you sure it’s a good idea for you to get involved with a shooting again? Jimmy did a number on your shoulder.”

You looked over at her briefly before driving, though not moving her hand from yours. “I’ll be okay. I did some extra exercises at the department.”

“Okay.” She said, though still worried.

As you stepped out of the car, you stormed up the stairs and pulled Natasha in behind you. “Behind me, always. You are not getting shot on my watch.”

You leaned in by the window of the front entrance door, seeing Father Frank with his hands in the air, with Connor pointing a gun at him. You snuck in quietly through the door, crouching to the floor so that you were no higher than the pews.

“You don't want to do this. I know you. This isn't you.” Father Frank reasoned with Connor.

“Sorry, I don't have a choice, okay? I have to do this.”

“I get it. You don't think you can rely on anyone else to survive... but you're not alone. I'm here for you, whenever you need me, son.”

“I don't need you! Okay? I don't need anybody!” He said, with a strained tone to his voice.

“Go on, then, shoot the altar boy.” Natasha murmured in your ear. “In the leg or something, obviously.” She added after you shushed her.

“Just do it, Connor. Pull the damn trigger already.” A voice said before a familiar face came from the right side of the church.

“That's Eric Doyle. That's our Spider.” You realised.

“The counsellor.” Natasha muttered.

“You know, Nikki… I trust her. But you? I think you're too attached to this preacher. You're gonna have to show me that you're not.” Doyle spoke to Connor, like a devil on his shoulders.

“No shot from here.” You told Natasha, moving closer to the scene.

“I know you, Connor. That drive-by, you intentionally missed me, didn't you?” Father Frank asked calmly.

“Stop talking. Please.” Connor whimpered, his hand shaking around the gun.

Doyle sighed. “Make him stop talking. It's really easy.”

“You couldn't do it then, and you don't want to do it now. God's giving you a second chance right here.” The priest whispered, trying to coax the boy towards him.

“E-Enough with the sermon, preacher! Connor, just shoot this son-of-a-bitch already.” The Spider huffed.

“Just follow your heart, son. I have faith in you.”

You slowly crept behind the front pew, gun in hand and eyes lasered onto Connor’s gun.

With a few trembling breaths and shaky hands, Connor lowered it and faced Eric. “I can't do it, Doyle. I'm sorry.” He said, dropping the gun.

Doyle sighed. “I'm sorry, too, kid. I can't allow weakness, not when I've just taken control.”

As he pulled out a gun, Father Frank pulled Connor backwards and behind him, stepping in front.

“No!” He yelled as Doyle fired the gun.

Straight into his heart.

You shot Doyle in the stomach, rendering him useless as you kicked away his gun. He wouldn’t die, though he would hurt.

“Hands up. Get down on the ground.” You told Connor, trying to be firm but gentle as he did exactly as you asked.

“Father!” Natasha yelled, rushing to his side. “No, no, no, you idiot! The bloody hell were you thinking?!”

“This is Unit 831 at St. Morgan's Church. We need two ambos, code 4.” You called into your phone, putting the phone down but letting it continue.

“Don't go anywhere, you moron!” Natasha growled at Father Frank, his suit quickly becoming sticky with blood as she put pressure on the front and back of his chest.

“It's okay. I'm not afraid of dying.” Father Frank muttered, spitting out some blood.

“Well, you should be. It's really boring where you're headed.” She said, pulling off her jacket and pressing it against his chest.

“I hope so. I've had enough excitement for one life.” He chuckled.

“Stop talking like that. You've got more to do here. You've got more people to annoy.” She said, her voice becoming shaky.

“Pressure on the wound, Natasha.” You told her, keeping your gun facing Doyle.

“I am!” She growled. “Just come on, Frank, stay with me, stay with me.”

He groaned as she adjusted him in her grip, time ticking by as all they could do was wait for an ambulance. Natasha had no first aid experience, and you didn’t have any equipment necessary for such a wound.

“Oh, uh... at first… I didn't understand why God put you in my path. But then it hit me.” He chuckled, blood spilling onto the cuffs of Natasha’s long sleeve shirt.

“Maybe... He put me in yours.”

“I… highly doubt it. He gave up on me a long time ago.”

“You're wrong, Natasha. Remember… your father... ha-has- has a plan.”

“My father?” She asked, confused.

“Yeah.”

She realised what he meant. “You know?”

Lightning flashed and thunder clapped above the church as she looked at the blood spilling beneath Father Frank. Though when she went to speak to him again, his eyes were in the back of his head, lying limply.

“Frank? Frank!” She yelled, still keeping pressure on the wound.

Though it was futile.

“Frank.” She whispered, lying him down on the ground.

Tears pricked her eyes as she closed his, looking up at the ceiling briefly before her sadness became anger. Frank was a good man, a loving father figure to Connor, but someone preyed on him.

“Natasha…” You murmured, trying to get her attention.

She looked over her shoulder at Doyle, blood seeping into his shirt and zip-up hoodie. “Time to pull the legs off The Spider.” She seethed as she walked over, picked him up and held him two feet off the ground by her hand around his neck.

“Natasha, stop!” You yelled as Doyle choked.

“Why did you do this?”

“I don't know.”

“Why?”

“He was bringing too much heat!”

“Why?! WHY?!”

Doyle’s choking began to grow quiet, his hands weakly scratching at Natasha’s hand on his neck.

Natasha, stop. Father Frank wouldn't want this.” You said, your breath shaky as you saw the scorned woman.

“Stop.”

She yelled out in anguish and let Doyle drop to the floor, not caring for his safety as his legs crumpled beneath him and he gasped for air.

You quickly came to her, holstering your gun as ambulance and police arrived outside. “Natasha…”

Her whole body went still. Her eyes didn’t blink, and her chest barely moved.

You watched her retreat out of the church towards the crime techs, speaking her part of the scene before you did the same. After what seemed like half an hour, you watched Natasha leave the scene in her car, with one of her valets at the wheel.

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Resting at home with Steve on the couch beside you, you turned the TV off and sighed. Steve, I know I wanted to talk, but, um... my mind, it's just…”

“Somewhere else?” He murmured, looking at you with a small smile.

“Yeah.”

He sighed. “Yeah, mine, too.”

“Can we do this another time?” You asked, smiling softly.

“Yeah. No problem, Y/N.” He answered, gently kissing your forehead.

He agreed to stay at the house to watch Peggy whilst you drove to Lux. You had seen the emotion in Natasha’s face, how hard her heart had shattered when Frank died.

As you entered the club, you smiled at the security guards who knew you by memory now. You casually made your way to the elevator, dressed in your work clothes but jacket in hand. As it opened, you smiled gently as the keys to Knocking On Heaven’s Door played from the piano.

You watched her for a moment, listening to how she played. The liquor in her glass told you she’d been there either for a moment or for hours, since there was a bottle beside the glass.

You were tempted to hum along but instead put your jacket down and walked over to her, leaning over her shoulder to get her attention.

She immediately stopped playing and looked at you - with every ounce of attention she had.

“Hi.” You said softly, your hair hanging down like a beautiful waterfall for the redhead to admire.

She didn’t know what to say for a little while, but when you sat beside her on the piano chair she spoke. “Bit late for a new case, isn't it?”

You laughed quietly, shaking your head. “I'm not here for a case. I'm here for you.”

“Oh. Really?” She smirked, leaning slightly towards you as she tried to use her mojo.

“Yeah. Thought you could use a friend.” You murmured, gently brushing some hair out of her face with a focused expression before looking at her again.

She exhaled softly before clearing her throat. “Do you play?”

“Mm. No. No, I don't.” You replied with a light smirk.

“Come on, you must know something.” She insisted.

“No. Uh... All right, well... let me see. I had three years of lessons… and this is all I remember.” You said, beginning to play the melody to Heart and Soul.

Natasha laughed heartily. “Surely, you must be joking.”

You stopped, shaking your head at her with a cheeky grin before playing again. To Natasha, you had the funniest little expression of focus, your eyes carefully looking at the keys to remember.

“Alright, then.” She muttered, beginning to play the accompaniment to it.

Through the night, you sipped on her drink and she gladly refilled it when necessary. Fatigued and warm from both the alcohol and Natasha, she took you to her bed and let you rest in it for the night.

“Goodnight, malyshka.” She gently kissed your forehead, heading out to her balcony for a smoke.

She looked out onto the marvellous landscape of the city, lifting her lighter to the end of her cigarette but it would not light. In frustration, she threw the lighter off of the balcony, not caring who or what it hit when it landed.

She glared up at the sky. "You... you cruel, manipulative bastard! Was this all part of Your plan? It's all just a game to You, isn't it? Well, I know punishment, and he did not deserve this." She gestured to her sleeves and the bottom of her shirt, covered in blotches of Father Frank's blood.

"He followed Your stupid rules and it still wasn't fucking good enough! So what does it take to please You? Break Your rules and you fall! Follow them and you still lose?! Doesn't matter whether you're a sinner! Doesn't matter whether you're a saint! Nobody can win, so what's the point?!"

She leaned her elbows on the balcony railing, her head folding down into her chest. "What's the fucking point?"

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As midnight struck across town in a 24/7 diner, Malcolm sat with six plates of food around him and two empty milkshake glasses, another only half-full.

“Enjoying the life I gave you?” Yelena’s deep voice popped up from next to him, giving him a fright.

“Hey... did food taste this good before I died? ‘Cause I don't remember it being this friggin' delicious.” He chuckled, the angel beside him looking him straight in the eye.

“I don't care what you're doing with your new life, Malcolm... except for what I've asked of you. What's taking so long?” She questioned lightly, like she was his friend.

“Come on, come on, chill out, Yelenalady. Here, have some waffles.” He smirked, sliding over a plate of three waffles with strawberries and cream piled on top, though slightly melted.

After a flash of lightning outside, she was whispering right in his ear in a taunting voice. “Do you want to go back, Malcolm? Because I can make that happen.”

She watched the fear in his posture grow, his appetite slowing as he held a burger up to his mouth but didn’t bite it. “Yes… you're remembering it now, aren't you? I bet your 30 seconds in Hell felt like 30 years.”

Her voice became stern. “Imagine what eternity would feel like.”

“I'm sorry. Okay? Sorry. Look… I got it. An untraceable gun. It won't come back to me. I'm ready now.” He stammered out, showing a small pistol that had been removed from evidence, still in its bag.

“Good.” She smiled, patting his shoulder gently.

He cleared his throat. “So who do you want me to kill again?”

“Her name... is Natasha Romanoff.”

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Unwelcome Surprise…

Natasha Romanoff x FemHill!Reader

Carol Danvers x Maria Hill

Lessons Learned (Part 2)

Natasha’s an idiot, Tony’s an even bigger one, and Y/N’s an emotional wreck who needs a little help from her friends.

SMUT | 18+ | MINORS DNI ‼️

Angsty as fuck!!! Gaslighting... Abandonment.

18+ !! Heavy Smut!!

"Hate" fuck!!!, Oral/Face riding(Reader), Degrading commentary, Fingering(Both), Breast/Thigh fixation/marking(!!)

Tony Stark, total genius to the world, but ever the idiot to anyone who actually knows him. He's never been one for minding his own business, so when he stumbled upon a random woman who shared a namesake with his teammate he sent her an invite to a Stark party.

"Y/N Romanoff... Let's see if you're as hot as your potential relative..." The billionaire murmurs to himself while he tinkers with his damaged suit, and instructs Friday to send the invitations to the 'Post Deadly Mission Party'.

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You stepped out to collect the mail while your three year old incessantly babbled your ear off, mussing your hair up with his animated hands, as he sat comfortably upon your hip.

"Is that right?" You gasp enthusiastically in an effort to encourage him as you stand on your porch steps and sort through your mail.

Laura stepped outside to wave your way, but you were busy glaring at the envelope in your hand, and then your son stilled in your arms once he saw Nate.

"Mama!!! 'Loot!!" Mason squealed, and you swiftly let his squirming form down once you spotted his built in bestfriend eagerly waiting for him.

"Any word from Nat yet?" Laura questions you with a sympathetic look and you shrug, passing an envelope her way then proceeded to sort through the rest of the mail.

"If she thinks inviting me to a party with her team is going to make me forgive her after three months of silence then she's surely mistaken... Here I am, worried sick about her, and she's apparently living it up with her pals."

"I thought she wanted to keep you all a secret?" Laura—ever the skeptic, states with a perplexed expression.

"Yeah, she's clearly just all over the place Laur'... Leaving me all alone for months at a time, then making me feel like I'm the one in the wrong when I ask for just the slightest bit more of her time. Then Lily hears us arguing, and winds up resenting me come morning when Nat's gone off on a mission to escape me. It's just, I don't think she even wants me anymore."

"Y/N/N, she's never exactly been good at expressing herself, but anyone with eyes could see how much she loves you..."

"Yeah, that's still not an excuse for treating me like I'm easily expendable. This just wasn't where I saw myself, you know? Tucked away on a farm, raising our kids while she runs away from me any chance she gets. I dreamed of traveling the world, broadening my horizons and experiencing the world in all its glory. Then I gave all of that up for this shared dream of having a family together, but she's not living up to her end, and it's turned into a nightmare.”

"Do you ever tell her any of this?"

"All the time..." You sigh out, running your hands through your hair to try to air out your sweaty scalp.

"She either tries to screw me into silence, or gaslights me into feeling bad for making her feel 'guilty' for keeping our world safe."

Laura's face reddens at your candid statement, and you sheepishly smile her way, then the two of you just laugh it off.

"Y/N, just go to the party, try to fix this, because I can't keep watching you mope around anymore. Take the extended olive branch, and if she doesn't work with you, wack her over the head with it." She muses, then you chuckle at her attempt to cheer you up.

"What about Lily and Mason?"

"Sounds like it's time for a sleepover." She shouts in mock excitement and you playfully roll your eyes before going to prepare over the night bags.

"Plus, I'm sure you'll get to see Maria, who I'm certain must miss you." She adds on, which is the icing on the cake because you missed your older sister beyond normalcy.

Lily was more than pleased to find out that she got to get away from you for a night, collecting her bag without so much as a goodbye. Mason was giddy as can be when you had told him that he got to sleep with Nate in his car bed. However, he cried and tried to chase your car down when he realized it meant you were going to be gone.

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Natasha just got back from a grueling mission of her own, one that had spanned the length of three months. Deep undercover missions used to be her absolute favorite thing, but then you and the kids came along and now she detests them. In the moment accepting the mission felt right, after the horrible fight she had started got out of hand, she just needed to get out of the house. Watching the pain swirling around your eyes had hurt her immensely, and to know it was her doing nearly broke her completely.

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As you settle into your hotel for the night you dump your bag onto the bed and curse your wife for the last minute invite. She couldn't just call you to invite you—no, she sends mail to your farm that only gets deliveries twice a week; the supposed extended olive branch seems more like a brittle twig at the moment.

You're currently staring at the clothes scattered across the bed, torn between wearing a skirt with a crop top, or the fancy dress you'd pointlessly purchased to wear for your tenth anniversary last month. No matter how much you two fight, she'd never missed any of your important milestones; this time around she did though, and she did it without even a text message thrown your way. Your 'Wish you were here, I love you Nat...' had gone unread and your heart nearly shattered when it did. Nerves start to overtake you as you second guess your decision to even go.

Why should it always be you making the effort to fix things?

Maybe this time you could leave her waiting on you, so she could know how it felt, but then you'd have to lie to Laura, and there's no getting away with that. So you scream into a pillow before settling on the dress then heading off to take a shower, hopeful it will calm your nerves.

While putting the deep forest green halter dress on you'd been admiring the way your body looked, having missed being able to have a reason to dress up. The sound of your phone pinging pulled you out of your feelings though. Opening the phone you saw it was a set of messages from Laura with attached images, your collective brood were lying under a pillow fort in the living room surrounded by snacks. Wide smiles upon their faces, then a simple:

*Get your assassin, and bring her home. 😉*

With an eye roll and quick reply sent you slipped your phone into your bag then set off to hail a cab so that you'd arrive fashionably late to the event. Stepping into the building had left your skin crawling at the sheer size of the guest list. Celebrities were scattered all around the room, but your eyes were too busy searching for your wife to even acknowledge them.

After what felt like years of searching you'd found her situated behind the bar, hand over her coworkers while she laughed at something she had said. Despair had been what hit you first, having always been worried you weren't enough for the assassin, even with the constant reassurances. Once your wife parted from her place you'd approached the bar and took the vacant stool next to the woman.

"Scotch on the rocks please."

The bartender that had just arrived nodded, then the blonde beside you turned to you with a curious gaze, subsequently opening her mouth and instantly falling into your trap.

"Rough day?"

"More like rough year." You bitterly chuckle out while taking a stiff drink from your glass, allowing the liquid to really burn.

"Care to elaborate?" She asks in a teasing tone, clearly looking for the gossip of the century.

"Nothing special really, just a smidge of trouble in paradise. You know, now that I'm thinking about it, I'm not entirely sure why they even call it paradise. Marriage is more like when you get a new job, heart overflowing with hope, and you're thinking it's going to be all you dreamed of. Then a few months have gone by, and your boss grows horns as they usually do, and you find yourself in a new version of hell."

"Jesus..." She snorts, her calloused hands instinctually falling to your exposed back in an attempt to comfort you.

The gesture sends shivers down your spine, causing your heart to twinge with guilt, turning in a kind attempt to remove her touch from your skin.

"Enough about me, how about you tell me about you? I don't want to scare you off from love, I promise it's not all bad."

"Oh, my dear girl, I am but a hopeless sap, so you're not going to scare me off that easily. Actually I'd sat down here to collect a drink for my girlfriend and I before an angry woman with an uncanny resemblance to her had cut me in line."

"Carol?!" You gasp, and the women smirks at the way the realization washes over your face.

"Yeah, this isn't exactly how I thought we'd meet, regardless it's indeed lovely to meet you. I'm guessing Natasha's in the dog house then? I'd heard Maria ripping her a new one before she had took off on that undercover mission, but I've learned to not ask when it came to you."

"Yeah, she came home after months away to pick a fight, then took off on a mission with no word to me, which in turn caused her to miss our anniversary and son's third birthday. Then apparently she made it home intact, but chose to go partying."

"In her defense—not to say she deserves it, but she did only just land two hours ago, and before she could get her stuff out of lockup Stark swept her off in the direction of her room here telling her attendance was mandatory and that he had a surprise for her."

That couldn't be right, because if she was gone until today then who the fuck would've sent the invitation to you?

Carol saw the panic written all over your face, concern immediately consuming her as she saw you struggling to breathe, and she was quick to tap her necklace three times before she tried to figure out what was wrong with you.

Maria had been sat on a couch, scrolling through her old text messages from you, admiring the pictures of your kids while Natasha sat beside her with her head in her hands.

"'Ria, I can't be here any longer, you need to help me escape..."

"Tasha, you're a trained spy, and a level 8 S.H.I.E.L.D agent, if you wanted out you'd be gone. Stop pretending you're not terrified of my sister, because as someone who grew up with her I honestly think you should be."

"It's just, the mission was only supposed to be a month... I was so angry in the moment, but then I went and missed two major milestones. They're the one thing I ever did right, and now I might lose her and the family I'd dreamed of all because I never felt deserving of it."

"That's a shitty cop out Natasha, whether you felt worthy enough or not, you had time before you started a family with her. Y/N's dreams were always so vibrant growing up, through all the hell we'd been put through she had still remained so bright. Never once did she dream about motherhood, but once she met you her dreams evolved to fit yours, and all she wanted was to give you that family. You royally fucked up here, so be prepared for the consequences."

Natasha went to rebut, but she simply fell short in terms of a comeback, and then Maria was jumping to her feet with her fingers twiddling with her necklace.

"Carol needs me, I have to go."

"I'm coming too."

Maria said nothing in support of this, but she didn't stop her from following either.

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Tony was bouncing on his feet like a petulant child on Christmas morning once Friday had informed him that you'd arrived. A nano tracker strategically placed onto your invitation so that he'd be able to track your arrival, and now he was about to put you into the direct spotlight.

Never once did it cross the playboy's mind that this could be a bad idea, because had you really just been a random civilian, well at least now you could say you met the Avengers, right?

Before Maria, and the sulking redhead trailing behind her could reach Carol to help with her unknown dilemma the lights in the room had shut off, then one singular ray illuminated the party stage and the drunken man stood on it.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and folks of all creeds, I'd like to thank you from the bottom of my reactor for making it out tonight. This is the first time in over three months that all us Avengers were able to be in the same room together, and I just think that's worth an elaborate celebration." He greets the crowd, receiving a gentle roar of cheers that he allowed to die down before continuing.

"Now, before I allow this kick-ass party to resume I'd like to make a special introduction. Agent Romanoff...."

He paused for dramatic effect, spotlight landing upon the former assassin, causing every hair on her body to stand at attention in nervous anticipation for what the idiot on the stage had planned for her.

"When I was tinkering around with my suit's, and running my weekly scan of all of our surnames through databases Friday stumbled upon something rather interesting..."

At the sound of his words both Natasha and Maria's heads turned to take in his smirking face, their expressions grim at the obvious thought.

"So, without further ado, I'd like to introduce you all to a Miss Y/N Romanoff! How about we see if there's any resemblance to our redhead." He excitedly slurs into the microphone.

Before you could even begin to register his words over your dwindling panic you were being blinded by a rather bright light. This attention only spurred on another roll of panic, causing you to literally vomit up the granola bar you'd munched on this morning all over the floor before your sisters girlfriend feet.

"Okay, so apparently she's not a fan of the spotlight... My apologies honey..."

Tony holds off from gulping in front of the crowd at the sight of the women glaring daggers through him, he's not entirely sure what he'd done yet, but he knew that his life was very much on the line because of it.

"LET'S PARTY!!!" He shrieks in an attempt to reroute everyone's focus, then does his best to fade into the crowd that began jumping along to the music once more.

Natasha made a beeline for the bar, where she was now scooping you up like she'd done all those years back on your wedding night and simply carried you off to the closest private space; while Maria and Carol went after the idiot that quite literally put a target on your back and your safety at risk.

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Natasha sat your sobbing form down on the couch, painfully watching you curl in on yourself as she herself paced around the room.

"Baby, what are you doing here? We had—."

"Don't call me that.." You reply venomously.

"Baby please, I know I messed up, but please don't shut me out."

Her pathetic pleads are met with your incredulous laughter.

"Shut you out? That's fucking rich coming from you, miss vow of fucking silence."

"Moya lyubov', please hear me out..."

Far too exhausted to fight anymore you simply hummed a broken tune, urging her to go on, while hugging yourself for comfort.

"Fury had said it was only supposed to be a month, and then when it was underway I was too deep to pull out when it got extended out. The whole time I was away I'd spent reflecting on that pointless fight I started with you. I'm so incredibly sorry for how I've been acting, not a day went by that I didn't cry over being away from you all."

Her fingers were nervously fidgeting as she took in a sudden shaky breath before continuing on.

"When our anniversary had hit I was an inconsolable wreck, unable to even complete my tasks for that day. The same mess occurring of me last week when Liam's birthday passed and I couldn't celebrate with my beautiful family. Moya lyubov', I'm going to take time off, Fury's approved me for an entire year, and of course I'm taking it so that we can all travel the world together. It'll be perfect, a dream come true."

Once she finished her pathetic attempt at an apology you were feeling an entire slurry of emotions. Three months ago, and this would've worked on you, but now you'd decided that she needed the reality check of a century. So, even if all you wanted to do was throw yourself into her arms after all these months you had to refrain. Natasha stared at you expecting you to melt into her open arms, but judging by the look in your eyes she knew it wasn't going to go in the direction that she'd hoped.

"Sorry can't fix those nights that I spent alone without comforting arms to hold me while I instead cried myself to sleep." You lightly choke out, failing miserably at containing your sadness, but within a moments notice the same sadness fuels your anger as you get everything off your chest.

"Or will it save me from those nights where I felt worthless, like when I messaged you on our anniversary and received nothing... You never told me it was a no contact mission, hell you didn't even tell me what you were doing at all. For all I know you were out fucking other women."

"Hey! You will not insinuate that I am a cheater! I would never..." Natasha interrupts, heart absolutely ripped to shreds at the notion, but the brokenness behind your shielded gaze has her quieting down once more.

"Nor the irreparable damages those fights have caused to our daughters view of me. She adores the ground you walk on, and all she ever sees is me driving you away. So then I find myself overwhelmed with the toddler who has formed an unhealthy attachment to my hip and the hatred thrown at me on the daily by Lily."

Natasha blinks in quick succession as your angry words come flying out, fighting off an onslaught of tears as she hears how her piss poor abilities to process her anger have somehow transferred over to your daughter

"So, Natasha, while you were crying over your own regrettable choice to run, I was left crying myself to sleep every night over every single mess your decisions had left in their wake. "

"I'm so sorry, please, I'll do anything to fix us... Let's go home, I'll hold you close just like you deserve. I'll talk to Lily—I'll fix this mess, I promise we'll have our happily ever after..."

"This might come as a surprise to you Nat, but that's just not how this is going to go. So long are the days where I just bend to your will, and forgive you in favor of a days worth of your time. You should go home though, collect our kids from Laura, maybe even spend some one on one time with them because lord knows they sure do miss you."

"And what about you?" She questions incredulously over the lump in her throat, tears starting to fall as it finally dawns on her that this will be harder than she thought, the easiness of fixing things is a way of the past.

"I'm sorry, but that's just not your concern." Your flat response comes out, shocking the woman to her core.

"You're the love of my life, the mother of my children and still my fucking wife so it definitely is my concern."

The anger she'd tried to hold at bay in lieu of a civil conversation was quickly getting the better of her—as per the course, the simple thought of you leaving her has the woman full on spiraling. Never had she imagined a reality where you weren't by her side, little did she want to acknowledge that was already the life you'd obviously grown accustomed to, the life she'd been forcing you to live.

"I'm not sure how true any of that is anymore Natasha..."

Something snaps in the shell of a woman sat before you at the words you spit out in the heat of the moment. One second she's crying on the ottoman, the next she's grabbing your hips, slamming you into a wall, and kissing you as if her life depended on it—which for her, it does. This is always her final tactic, if her words fail her which is almost always the case, she uses her mouth in other ways to change your mind.

The anger that had been festering within you for the last year and a half outweighs the lust. Turned on by her actions though, you choose to finally give her a taste of her own medicine, using her body as she's done to you countless times. Using your hands to brutally grip at her waist you move to shove her onto the couch with no care whatsoever.

Natasha gasps at the action, but her mind is too far gone to notice the look in your eyes is beyond the lust of the situation, it's a mix of so much: lust, rage, a desperate need for revenge, all fueled by a deep seeded hurt...

Lips meet with just as much force, your tongue forcing its way into her mouth, exploring the nearly forgotten territory, pulling needy whines from the redhead as your hips roll against her own as you bite down then suck upon her tongue. Natasha's hands work quickly to bunch up your dress, moaning against your lips as soon as she feels your bare cunt, clearly she's trying her hardest to regain a semblance of control here. It's to no avail though as you pull back from her lips, dragging her bottom lip out as you do.

"Tell me Natty, did you miss me?"

"Yes detka, I missed you so much." She groans, frantic in the way she is bucking her hips up, hands on yours to move you in time with her, creating the much needed friction, and showing you just how desperate for you she truly is...

"How much?" You coax out of her, wanting to feel the desperation in your bones before you give in to her; your dainty fingers trailing the expanse of her exposed arms, leaving behind a scattering of goosebumps in their wake.

"So, so much detka, I was fucking miserable. Spent so many nights alone, working my fingers through my folds but it never worked because it wasn't you..." She admits in a frustrated set of whimpers, lips desperately moving against your collarbones as she works to bite her marks into your supple skin.

Bitterly you chuckle while pulling back from her hold, her eyes confused at your sudden change in demeanor, but before she can start to overthink you're using your hands to shove her onto her back, then traveling up her body to straddle her face with your gorgeous thighs.

Natasha's always been weak for your thighs, she could truly spend hours between them; biting into the plush skin while teasing you; tightly gripping them whenever she has to force them to stay open when you're too sensitive to do it on your own. Many nights she'd even fall asleep with her face smushed against one, so it comes as no surprise when she's eagerly wrapping her arms around them.

"Don't fucking touch..." You growl out, swatting her hands away before lowering your dripping cunt onto her awaiting mouth.

Hand tangled within her short red locks you use your firm grip to stabilize yourself so that you can fuck yourself by means of her face, bouncing vigorously with only your pleasure in mind as you work yourself up to your climax. Drenching her face in your slick, using your hold on her head to angle her face just right to receive pressure upon your sensitive bundle. Loud moans filling the tiny room as your wife's muffled groans cause pleasurable vibrations against your lower lips.

Pangs of arousal being sent to her very own core at the idea of being used by you, no more than a means for your impending climax. Although she'd wanted nothing more than to touch you—to please you, it'd be a lie to say Natasha's head wasn't absolutely spinning from your newfound display of dominance.

When your movements began to get sloppy Natasha ignored your earlier warnings, and you were too fucked out to care. Gripping onto your thighs tightly, she was somehow pulling you even further against her face and using her tongue the way she knew you preferred it. Pulling you to the edge in the way only she ever could; your loud mewls evidence of that, and the sole reason for her slick covered thighs.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck...."

Natasha moans against your already sensitive core once the pit in your abdomen finally bursts, your hips stuttering as your abundant release rolls down her tongue, coating her throat and the majority of her face.

With her tight grip on your thighs she's able to flip you onto your back, face still buried in between your legs as she continues to relish in all your cunt has to offer; the smell of you beyond intoxicating, the insatiable need to taste you, the way that you're pulsing around nothing, and on how she plans to change that.

Her lips move to place open mouthed kisses upon your thighs, glistening love bites being left as she follows them up with her tongue, soothing your skin while collecting your slick. As she moves up your body her fingers play around your entrance, lightly tracing over it before suddenly thrusting three fingers into you as her lips attach to your perky nipple.

Her harshly sucking, and occasionally biting down has you arching your back, forcing even more of your breast into her mouth, and she's definitely not complaining; she'll take every last piece of you there is to offer.

Therein lies the problem...

Nearly forgetting yourself you allow your wife to worship your body the way she's done so many times before. Desperation for release driving the both of you, neither of you having really been fucked like this in nearly a year, because the nonstop fighting had always thrown a wrench in your love making plans.

Once her lips travel up, eventually landing upon your own everything seemed to slow down. Reality severely misconstrued as she pours every last ounce of her love into you, soft lips move against yours tenderly, while her fingers perfectly move within you with similar care, gliding effortlessly over your wet walls.

This new softness to her movements spurs on a sudden influx of emotions, fresh, hot tears begin to pool in the corners of your eyes as she begins to melt your anger back into its original source of sadness. Natasha feels the sudden way in which you gasp between the blending of your lips, pulling back she hovers over you, observing the sadness in your expression, and her heart clenches at the clear understanding that this is on her.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you like this..." She whispers, slender fingers still continuing their same brutal pace, palming over your clit as she leans forward to kiss your forehead.

"I'm here... I'm not going anywhere..." She whispers in promise, fingers curling in a come hither motion as she continues to pump into you in the hopes that she can bring you to the edge of bliss—to love you through this pain.

Her words have the opposite effect though, serving more so as the reminder that had she just stayed none of this would be happening. Neither of you would be working this hard to repair what was never meant to be broken.

"I love you..."

Those intimate words end up falling from her lips at the exact same moment that your entire body spasms from beneath her, your second orgasm far more intense than the last—hitting you like a ton of bricks; eyes rolling to the back of your head, while your walls clench so tightly that they hold the woman's fingers hostage.

After the high has run its course your arched body collapses against the couch, but Natasha's stilled fingers remain inside you as she places wet kisses to your heated skin, repeatedly whispering 'I love you' with each one she lays.

Eyes shooting open the moment you feel her tears fall onto your cheek, cascading across your skin on its way to blend in with your own. Her pained gaze is intense once your eyes lock, you almost feel sorry for her, but the settled rage slowly begins to simmer again.

Who does she think she is crying like this?

Is she seeking your sympathy for a problem she herself manifested?

Fucking pathetic...

"I love you too..."

As soon as the raspy words leave your mouth she's slamming her lips to your own, you lazily reciprocate the passionate kiss, planning to let it go on until you feel you have the strength to flip the positions.

Saying those words to her was hard, it's not because they weren't true—of course they were, but because giving her this sense of false hope isn't something you're exactly big on. Natasha's always struggled with processing her feelings, hell, it's why you're here to begin with. However, you're not doing this forgive and forget shit anymore, you're going to stick to the original plan and give her back what she's repeatedly given you—a false sense of security.

Wrapping your legs around her waist, you quickly shift and cause the both of you to tumble off the couch and onto the carpet. Natasha groans at the impact, but quickly smiles as she looks up to see you smirking.

"Yeah... I guess I deserved that..." She playfully grumbles before reaching up to pull your lips back to her own, and sighs at the way you move against her with less reservations than before.

For a brief moment you pretend like it's all okay, because for a second it kinda feels like it is. Your hands are quick to remove her dress, eyes widening as soon as you're blessed with the sight of her gorgeous, voluptuous breasts, perfectly ready to be marked up.

Natasha's breasts to you are the equivalent of your thighs to her, and the redhead is more than aware of this as she plans to tease you. Hands groping at the easily moldable skin, pressing them up and tracing her calloused fingers over her nipples in an enticing manner, drawing a needy whimper from her own lips, and driving you absolutely crazy.

"Hands off!" You warn, gripping her wrists to throw her arms to the side of her body before leaning down to harshly bite into the plush skin.

"Fuck..." She shrieks as the pain instantly sets in.

"That's the plan..." You cockily murmur over the pert nipple in your mouth, happily sucking upon it while your hand begins its descent.

Fingers lightly dancing across her smooth skin as they travel down her body, within a moments time she is squirming under your touch as you graze your fingers over her panty covered slit.

"Shit, you're fucking soaked through Natty..." You gasp, finding it rather shocking how aroused she actually is, a subtle hint to you that your lovers apparently been truly holding out on how rough she actually likes it.

While continuing to absolutely destroy her breasts, your fingers push her panties to the side, swiftly sliding into her with no resistance, stroking her walls as you slowly build her up. Natasha's chest heaves from beneath you as your lips work to leave no skin untouched, and skilled fingers continue their ministrations from down below. With every new bite to her skin you feel as her walls flutter around you.

"Just can't control yourself, mindless fucking whore that you are..."

You darkly laugh out over the extremely loud squelching noises that are coming from between your wife's widespread legs as she enthusiastically meets your thrusts, your fingers continuing to be sucked into her dripping cunt.

"You're just so fucking needy..."

"Mhm..." Natasha hums, far too lost in the pleasure of it all to realize what it is you're actually saying.

Her eyebrows furrow, mouth falling open as strangled moans leave her, it's apparent that she's nearing her climax by the way her walls continue to clench around your digits. Fingers scissoring from within, applying pleasurable pressure against her walls to finally push her over the edge, and for a fleeting moment you allow her to enjoy it. Thoroughly enjoying the way that your name repeatedly flies out of her mouth in between a choked melody of curses.

"...I can't fucking do this anymore..."

Finally, you whisper the words that have been painfully etched into your brain for months; the last thing she'd said to you before she left. Abruptly you pull your fingers out of her, leaving her high ruined, and her eyes snap open as the realization washes over her.

"Detka wait!" She whimpers, scrambling to her feet on shaky legs, attempting to reach you but you're somehow already halfway out the door.

Your mask nearly crumbles as you hear the desperation in her voice, and if you were to turn to face her you're certain you'll crumble.

Which is exactly why you keep your body turned away from her as you mutter out a cryptic little goodbye.

You'll break down when you get to Maria's...

"Laura's sort of expecting us in the morning, and when she asks why I'm not there please feel free to tell her that the supposed olive branch was nothing more than a rotting twig."

Natasha crumbles in on herself when the door slams shut, her foreseeable reality bleak, and the agony that she feels quickly consumes her. She really thought it was all going to be okay, she'd make love to you like no other time before, and take a step back from Avenging, but it appears she was too late. Her sobs only seeming to increase the more she thinks about what a life without you would look like.

After hours of unending sobbing she finally picks herself up off the ground, straightens herself out, then hops onto her motorbike for the long journey "home" without a single look back. Nothing more than the harsh winds there to dry her tears now...

Only one thought on her mind as she recklessly weaves through traffic; there's no such house that could ever be a home without you presently in it...

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Roadside Assistance

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Sunshine/Grumpy Prompts

Protective Natty ❤️

“You're definitely the only person I would do this for.”

“Why do you always manage to persuade me with your charms?”

"You're definitely the only person I would do this for.," Natasha grumbles while making her way over to help you, you who'd been stranded on the side of this road for a little over an hour now., "Natasha, we both know that isn't true—you'd help Wanda or Clint out like this too.," the redhead shrugged indifferently at your slight truths. You watched her intently as she settled her tool box down beside your lemon of a car, then your eyes were quick to zone in on her deliciously toned arms as she was removing her leather jacket to place it over your shoulder for safe keeping.

As she smirked at your wandering gaze you were quick to look away to avoid her taunting. Your eyes returned to her as soon as she was sliding beneath your car, and you took the moment alone to shamelessly admire her physique. Her shirt had ridden up to expose her toned abdomen and the sight alone left you wondering if she'd ever give you more than flirty banter and proposed bonds of friendship.

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Natasha had always intrigued you, she was a picture perfect example of beauty, and though she could do much better as a famed Avenger she was nothing if not an amazing friend to you. Many times went by where you thought it might be more to her, like when she'd invite you to events as her plus one, but then she'd sneak off with another girl, and you'd wind up hailing a taxi home. She was nothing short of confusing, but it never seemed to curve your want for her. Your sinful thoughts were soon interrupted as she asked you a rhetorical question., "Why do you always manage to persuade me with your charms?"

You chuckled., "Didn't know me crying over the phone was charming Nat, but I'll remember that the next time I need you to help me.," she grunted in lieu of words, and for a few short minutes all that could be heard were her many grunts followed by curses and the sounds of her tinkering with car parts you knew nothing about, and you were just grateful your friend here seemed to know what she was doing.

"Everything alright down there?," you teased, but then your heart dropped when you heard her curse in her mother tongue, she slid out from under your car covered in black smudges while wearing a defeated smile., "Well, I have good news, and then I have bad news.," she relayed exactly what you expected to hear while extending her hand out to you for assistance. You jerked her up off the ground, and she was actually quite impressed with your strength., "Which do you want first detka?," she asked softly, her grease covered hands fell to your waist and you were about to protest for the sake of your shirt, but the touch just felt right.

"Natty, Just rip off the bandaid please.," you grimaced, and she offered you only the softest of smiles, the kind she'd only reserved for you. Soft lips pressed to your forehead for an added layer of comfort as she sadly confirmed your suspicions., "This car is junk Y/N/N, and based on what I can see the jerk who sold it to you off that lot last month had to have known it.," you sighed aggressively, your hot breaths fanning across the redheads skin causing her to shiver., "Would you care for the good news detka?"

Natasha's heart beamed when you leaned into her, laying your head against her chest and wrapping your arms around her waist as you nodded against her, urging her to speak., "Well, I have the kinda pull necessary to get you one of Tony's vehicles free of charge.," Natasha instantly shushed you before you could expectedly protest the generous offer., "On top of that offer I also would like to offer my own services.," you shifted so that you could peer up at her questioningly., "I'll be your personal chauffeur for the next week while Tony gets the car ready for you detka.," she says as if it was always the obvious answer.

"Natty, I can't ask you guys to to do any of that.," you confidently negated her offer, but the shake of her chest beneath your cheek as she chuckled told you she also didn't take you seriously., "You didn't ask, I offered because there's no way my precious girl will be back to taking the Subway through this shady city.," her arms were quick to slip around your back to hold you tightly against her, this need to protect you at all costs consuming her heart.

"Natty, I've lived here my whole life, I can handle the hustle and bustle of the city.," you said over a soft giggle, but all you received were her arms tightening around you., "Yeah, but I'm saying that won't be happening anymore. This city's only gotten more dangerous over time, and you've got a direct tie to me now. You're too important a person to me Y/N/N, far more important than I think you realize."

The vulnerability in her voice threw your mind for a loop, and as you pulled away to look into her eyes you could see they were glazed over., "Oh Natty, what's wrong?," her heart skipped when you immediately moved into comforting her, like it was just the most natural thing for you to do, and so she released a shaky breath in lieu of a response while she built up courage to be honest. Nonstop reminding herself of what Clint said to her as she left his farm last week. That she did deserve the love she knew you had to offer her, and in turn you deserved to know that she had always loved you just the same.

Softly she smiled at you, confusing you more as her lips softly kissed the palms of your hands that were currently cupping her warm cheeks., “Would you believe me if I said nothing?,” you went to reply, but she was too quick., “Because I am actually not sad at all Y/N, I’m thrilled to be able to take care of you. It’s all I want to do, now and for the rest of our life if you’d let me.,” you gasped at the confessional, words you’d all but begged for her to say were finally said, and it all felt like a fever dream, but you knew it was really happening as the cold wind breezed by., “You’re not shitting me right now, right?”

Natasha’s lips fell into a slight frown, but she knew better than to be offended. It truly was a fair question to ask her since she’s been running from your advances from the start., “Y/N, I would never lie to you, so what do you say,hm? Will you let me take you to dinner?,” she looked to you with hopeful eyes, and a bright smile etched her face when you nodded. You squealed when your body was lifted off the ground, Natasha having been overwhelmed by excitement found the urge to spin you around in celebration., “It’s already five, I made us reservations for six-thirty, so we have enough time to get us out of these dirty clothes.”

Natasha smirked when seeing realization flash across your face, she kissed your cheek just before dropping her helmet over your head., “Don’t overthink it detka, just hold on tight, and know that you’re forever safe with me.,” Though she couldn’t see it you smiled under the helmet, happy to know this was always her plan—to help you and make you hers. She guided you to her bike, helping you on, and once your arms laid comfortably over her abdomen she sped off on her motorbike with an unrelenting smile on her face as the crisp wind rushed through her beautiful red hair., “YA tebya lyublyu Y/N.,” she yelled out into the world, smiling when you squeezed her hip three times in what she understood to be your reciprocation., “I’ll protect you forever angel…”

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A Simple Cat Nap

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

“Hon', if you take any more naps on the couch you're going to mess up your back.”

Natasha's post mission meeting was droning on, Fury's words no longer holding any sense to the redhead. They were instead background noise while her mind ran wild with thoughts of you. It'd been a whole two weeks since she last saw your smiling face, and it was becoming a bit too much for her to bare any longer if she was being honest; retirement was imminent.

The moment Fury shut off the prompter the woman was already to her feet, and that next second she was out the door without so much as a goodbye to the director or team she led. Nothing could keep her from hopping onto her bike and racing off to your cabin in the woods. A cozy little space the two of you purchased earlier in the year after becoming newlyweds.

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On her way home she'd stopped to grab a bag of takeout, knowing it is likely you hadn't been eating much without her there to cook for you, and there was no way she was cooking tonight. Not when she plans to hand feed you the greasiest grub as she cuddles you incredibly close to her while you watch the absolute brain rot that is reality TV together.

Natasha’s body buzzes at the prospect of seeing you when the secluded cabin fills her vision, and she is pleasantly surprised to find the place in working order upon entering. The usual mess of yours, made in petty retaliation for your lover’s absence is seemingly nonexistent. She doesn’t wish to dwell on the good news, instead she sets off throughout the space to hopefully find you, settling her belongings aside, along with the bag of food down on the kitchen counter. The redhead downs a glass of water in an attempt to satiate her sudden thirst, and it’s when she places her cup on the counter that she fortunately hears you.

The distinct sound of your soft snores made their way into the kitchen from what Natasha perceives to be the living room; your favorite place to lounge around and consequently to pass out. The Avenger tiptoes into the room, a smile gracing her face at the sheer sight of you. Flat on your back she cringes upon observing the horrible angle at which your neck is bent, along with the way that your arm awkwardly dangles off the couch with a remote in hand. The other arm was draped over your eyes, and your mouth was wide open, drool dried to the corners of your lips, and she wonders who’d been on this last mission, because you were clearly exhausted.

Even in your state you look adorable as can be, and as she approaches she acknowledges the black feline peacefully sleeping on your chest. Liho senses her presence, lifting his head from your chest he softly glares in her direction., “You were mine first.,” she quietly reminds the cat, but not quietly enough because you stir, and before she could try to remedy it your arm slid from your face, and your crusted eyes met with hers as she apologetically stared at you, but to her hearts content you tiredly smiled up at her causing her to mirror the sentiment.

She then watched in amusement when your body stretched out, mirroring that of Liho’s as he’d jumped up onto the back of the couch., "Hon', if you take any more naps on the couch you're going to mess up your back.,” she lovingly voices her concerns upon hearing the way that your body crackles like a bunch of glow sticks being activated at once., “Natty, this couch is the premier destination for a solid nap, you’re just delusional.,” she rolled her eyes at your asinine response, but she let it go for the sake of keeping the peace.

“If you say so detka.,” she extended her hand to you to aide you in sitting up, knowing very well that your body is likely as stiff as a rock, she had learned this the hard way after the one and only time she ever napped on this very couch., “I do say so.,” you said with a pouting face, and Natasha moved quickly to kiss it away which instantly brought a smile to your face, and a warmth bloomed within the both of your chests at that oh so familiar touch., “Welcome home.,” you whispered against her supple lips, and before she could say much of anything Natasha was squealing as your arms suddenly wrapped around her waist, pulling her into your lap, and slamming your lips to hers for a deeper kiss.

Natasha was quick to shift around until she was straddling your lap, her lips never once leaving yours as you partook in a steamy make out session that left the both of you rather breathless by the time you were pulling apart., “I really missed you Natty.,” Natasha gently leaned her forehead to yours, it was a level of intimacy that always brought her deep comfort, and she was desperately feening for some with the conversation she was about to initiate.

“Let’s have a baby.,” she blurted, her heart hammering in her chest when you stiffened., “Honey, we’ve talked about this.,” you went to negate her sentiment, but you stopped when she violently shook her head., “Detka, I’m ready. Fury received an email about an hour ago with my resignation attached, because I can’t keep living a life I’ve clearly outgrown, one that takes me away from you far too often, and holds me back from the future I deserve.”

Your arms wrapped around her waist even tighter as excitement built up within you, and she was squealing once more when you stood up and spun her around., “Natty, you’re being serious?,” she chuckled out a soft yes, and held onto you while you continued to jump about. Hearing her say something as simple as ‘the future I deserve,’ left you feeling hopeful. She’d always struggled with the concept, it took you so many years just to get a date with the woman; to know now that she’s actually come this far makes you feel immense pride.

“Is this a yes?,” she finally seeks clarity so you gently lower her to the ground and cup her cheeks to pull her in for an excited kiss., “Natty, it’s a resounding hell yeah, we could even get started right now if you wanted.,” she chuckled at your enticing innuendo., “Detka, we have all the time in the world so how about you pull up Real Housewives of whatever city, and I’ll go reheat our dinner—sound good?”

Natasha threw the Chinese takeout into the microwave, and while the food was heating up she cracked open a couple beers to celebrate. Returning as quickly as she could she found you waiting on the couch with an abundance of plush blankets surrounding you, and the way you smiled at her let her know that with her sudden retirement she’d be able to have moments like this with you all the time, and all her residual guilt melted away at the thought.

After about three episodes Natasha felt your head drop to her shoulder, and so she laid herself down against your favored couch, and cuddled you close like she’d been craving to do. Then by the time episode four was ending she heard your soft snores, which were followed by a sleeping you thrashing until you were facing your lover with her arms tightly around you. With a defeated sigh Natasha figured out that you’d both be sleeping on the couch tonight., “Oh, the things we do for love.,” she grumbled to the cat who now lay over both of your hips., “A sore back sure is worth it though with a view like this.,” she softly stated while shamelessly ogling your sleeping features, her lips gentle as they lay a sweet kiss to your forehead, then again to your pouting lips.

“Goodnight detka.,” she yawned., “Maybe this time next year we’ll have a mini you to chase.,” she shuffled slightly for comfort., “and rest assured that we’ll definitely have a new couch.”

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Bloody Hell of a Mess

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Request

“Oh my god you're bleeding. How the hell did you do that?”

“I was trying to cut the tomatoes!”

Warnings: Gash/Blood

"Oh my god you're bleeding!," Natasha shrieks as she enters the kitchen to find you hovering your injured hand over the sink., "How the hell did you do that?," she continues while making her way over to assess the damages, and she's nearly fainting as she takes note of the deep gash, her eyes quickly bore into yours next, effectively making you nervously shriek out a response., "I was trying to cut the tomatoes!"

Natasha's brows furrow while her hands take a fresh dish towel to apply the necessary pressure to your bleeding wound. The pain is rather blinding, causing you to slightly sway in your spot, and that's when Natasha uses her other hand to stabilize your body., "Y/N.," she calmly mutters your name, you look up to her nervously as you're unsure what Natasha you are about to get here., "Why were you cutting the tomatoes and not Wanda or Bucky? You know, the ones who actually cook dinner here."

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"I-I was trying to help Wanda, she seemed stressed, and so I offered to be her sous chef.," you mumbled your answer so quietly that the redhead hardly heard you., "Come again?," you looked up to her with your lip trapped between your teeth, and her surface level anger melted at the adorable sight of your nervous state., "Detka, you know there's a reason you're not one of the chef's here.," she softly cooed before swiftly pecking at your lips to get you to release your lower lip., "That reason being your stunning ability to burn water, and apparently now to chop your hand up along with the tomatoes.," she chuckled when you tried to lean away from her, the embarrassment clear as day on your face., "Natty, it was one time."

"One time is too many.," she reasons while pulling your body closer to hers, and you can see the genuine concern she carried for you beneath her usually guarded eyes, "Let's get you to Bruce now, then if you're good we can cuddle in bed until you're feeling better.," you sighed, knowing that fighting her would get you nowhere so you nodded your acceptance.

Wanda then entered the kitchen at the worst time, approaching the cut tomatoes and shrieking at the sight of your blood all over. Natasha was quick to stop you from talking, the need to keep you focused on your hand was imminent., "Hey Wands, use the black card to just order takeout tonight, Y/N here was given privileges she never should've been.," the witch grimaced once she took in the sight of you, the way you looked of a wounded puppy made her heart skip, and she also found Natasha's calm to be nothing to take for granted., "Sounds good to me, I'll just clean this up and order some Chinese food since it's your guys favorite.," Natasha smirked at the relative easiness of the situation, knowing good and well that even if Wanda would win in a fight, she was still fearful of the former assassin.

Wanda sent you an apologetic smile when you walked by her sniffling, the bloodied towel a reminder to never you near the knives again. Natasha was also quick to whisper said reminder to her, the softness in her voice was a faux offer of comfort, because the truth in her words was that the witch got off lucky this time. Natasha escorted you to Bruce, who with one silent nod from the redhead knew to get to work on fixing you up. She held your good hand, allowing you to squeeze hers whenever a stitch was too much to bare, and she kept her comments to herself about how soft you were.

After all was said and done you were her precious little baby, a fierce avenger by day, but by nightfall you were a soft little cuddle bug. Every time you’d inevitably come home injured she’d revel in the cuddling to come after she knew you were going to be okay. So just as soon as Bruce gave you the all clear she was carrying you out of the medbay bridal style. Passing the kitchen she expertly grabbed the bag being extended her way, and carried you along with the takeout up to your shared room.

Natasha settled you on the bed, stopping briefly to kiss your cheeks since you whined at the loss of her warmth. The adorable pout you wore always warmed her heart, knowing that she brought you as much comfort as she did never failed to make her feel contentment. Loving you had been by far her favorite thing that life ever threw her way, so as she held you close, scooping your go to chow mein into your mouth, she thanked the world for another day that she got to spend cherishing your life.

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To Be a Family

Natasha Romanoff x PlusFem!Reader

To Be: Cherished | Mine Forever

18+ | Minors DNI ‼️

Warnings— "Fat" / "Tubby" used offensively, Schoolyard bullying / violence, brief homophobia.

Smut—Face Riding (N), Fingering(R), Marking(N/R), Doubled Strap, Teasing (!!) Overstimulation(R), Orgasm Denial(R), Hair Pulling, Blindfold, Silk Bonds, Roughish, Daddy (N), Good Girl(R).

Top!Nat, reader briefly tries 😂 ‼️

Nearly 11K, and the final piece, making this a trilogy 🤪🥵

Mostly though, it's some whore shit(Nat is a whore for reader, reader is a tease first, whore second) and fluff.

Clarifying information (I’m a Virgo):

Eliza-6m, Sam-4, Avery-5 (adopted 11/2021)

Respectively 1(Mar), 5(May), 6(Sep) by end of the story.

Mama-Y/N, Mommy-Nat

The house was suspiciously quiet, and the mattress was shockingly barren of the usual intruders as Natasha's eyes surveyed the bed. "Moya lyubov, wake up...," she lightly shakes your shoulders, and with clear struggle you peak one eye open, "Natty, is everything okay?," she strokes your cheek lovingly as your words soften her resolve, but then her need returns.

Her hips not so subtly buck into your bare thigh, eyes of emerald green visibly darkening, and you now see her intentions, "You absolute horn dog, I was sleeping peacefully, get away!," a raspy chuckle fans across your skin as she shifts to be hovering above you, lips press to your shoulder before sliding across your chest; sucking your flesh between her lips, her teeth lightly nibbling at your plush skin, whimpers of need betraying your previous sentiments.

"I've missed this..." you hum your agreement, fingers tangled into her short red locks to keep her lips on you, but just as you were melting into the mattress the sounds of encroaching footsteps stops you from enjoying the bliss that is your wife's lips., "Natty..." The redheads fingers dig into your hips, "No" her growls ignored as you throw her off just in time for the door to swing right open.

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"Mama!" Avery shrieks, "Mommy!" Sam follows, both kids jumping into a set of corresponding arms, nuzzling into your warm embraces, and your heart bursts at the seams. Natasha however feigns annoyance, mouthing 'I'm calling the adoption agency' to you over your sons shoulder, and you just roll your eyes then greet your tiny ones. "Good morning angels, did you sleep well?," Your question seemingly enough to open up pandora's box as the energetic duo tell you tales of their dreams, the both of you listening with rapt attention.

"Alrighty now, how about you two run along to get dressed, then clean your rooms while I go make breakfast for the sleeping birthday girl." Natasha smiles at the switch to 'focused' mom, "What about mommy?," You smirk at their call out, "Easy, she'll get dressed too, then go get the little one ready for the busy day ahead." They run along, content with your answer, but the redhead huffs, realizing her dreams of continuing your previous actions were fruitless.

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Breakfast was plated up the exact moment everyone had began to file into the dining room, Natasha settled Eliza into her chair then made her way over to 'help you.' Strong arms wrapped around you from behind, hugging you tightly, placing a kiss to your cheek to 'distract' you from seeing the bacon she thieves, and you let it slide because it was her own plate anyway.

The kids were scarfing down the pancakes, "Slow down angels, your food isn't going anywhere.," you playfully reprimanded them, keeping your eyes on the infant shoveling the scrambled eggs into her mouth and smiling at her when she'd clap some between her hands, "But mommy's doing it too.," Sam snitches over his mouthful, and you gaze over to see your guilty wife who just shrugs her shoulders, then her fork expertly steals a pancake from your stack, and you suddenly realize this is why your mother always ate while she cooked.

Within a half hours time you'd managed to load everyone into the Subaru Outback, but you couldn't help but notice your wife's gaze shifting towards the stingray corvette, drowning in longing, and it's in the moments like these that you wonder if you might've rushed her into all this before she was ready.

You can't exactly fit a family of five into the sports car...

Motherhood was a shared dream, mentioned from the start, but Natasha herself didn't seem to understand just how much sacrifice follows. Lack of personal space and sleep didn't bother her, but the having to share you actually did. She had never been able to claim anything as truly hers, but after acquiring your love she finally knew what it was like to have it all. Married life was truly blissful, but the call from the agency came almost just as quickly, you were ecstatic, and in the moment so was she. Now she's a mom of three, and at times she does find herself missing the freedom that came without the title.

Natasha was pulled from her trance when she saw a set of keys flying at her face, then she looked up to see your sympathetic smile, and her feet were shuffling as soon as she saw you trying to enter the drivers seat of the wagon. "Detka, what do you think you're doing?," the door you'd opened suddenly closing, and your body was being leaned against the car, "Natty, you can meet us at Wanda's, go for a joyride my love.," You'd pecked her lips in closing, but she had stopped you once again., "No detka, we're a family, and we'll travel as such, now hop into the passengers seat, we can't be late."

The look in her eyes told you she appreciated your sweet gesture, but the underlying fear led you to see she was afraid to lose all of this, "Natty, Wanda isn't that terrifying.," you choose to tease her, silently changing the subject, and noticing her clear appreciation in the way she playfully nudges your arm, then slaps your ass while shoving you towards the passenger side, because for as long as she's available you'll never be made to drive.

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Wanda was literally right at the edge of her lawn when you pulled up, "Auntie Wanda!" the kids squealed, quickly running into her open arms, their excitement only growing at the sight of a very special blonde, "Auntie Lena!!!" The redhead playfully scoffed as they dropped from her hold, she swiftly turned to pull Natasha into her arms, then as she pulled you in she stole the baby from you with a kiss to your temple as an offering.

Natasha grabbed your hand before you could follow the crowd, using it to spin you into her for a loving kiss as everyone else walked away., "I love you Y/N/N, thank you for earlier, but I need you to know I'm all in.," Your arms tightly wrapped around her waist, head settling down on her chest as you sighed., "I know you are Natty, but I also can't help but to think I might've rushed you into motherhood."

"Oh moya lyubov', I wanted this just as much, I just have to admit it really sucks sharing you..." You pull back to catch a rare look at your wife up close, "Yeah, I too miss the days when I could have you all to myself, now Eliza-bear takes all of your time..."

Natasha giggles as she leans in to kiss you once more, making sure to linger for her own selfish needs, "Just say the word detka, I have their case worker on speed dial...," She laughs loudly as you glare at her, "Natty!! Stop it, they're going to hear you one of these times." Her inappropriate laughter just continues as you drag her into Wanda's backyard so you decide to leave her with Yelena.

Wanda truly planned a perfect party, there was a petting zoo and a clown all manifested by her powers, the decorations fit the baby shark theme perfectly, the goodies were pastry chef level, and the kids were having an absolute blast. Tireless hours spent running around in fits of laughter had your lips in a constant upturn, and you could see the same was to be said for your wife's as she and Yelena played along with them.

Wanda was equally as happy, the precious baby having grown tired was napping on her chest, and you were just silently observing the joy until Natasha snuck up from behind you., "Detka! Come play with us...," you lurched forward, your wife quick to catch your terrified form, "Jesus Nat..." She placed a kiss to your shoulder in apology, your hands clasping over hers as you worked to pull yourself together, then your eyes dropped to the sad little girl.

"Mama, Mommy..." Avery's shaky voice calls out for you two, Natasha quickly moves around you to scoop her up, and you move to join the embrace, "What is it honey?"

She sniffles lightly, then her sad eyes travel between the both of your concerned ones, a tiny smile then etches onto her features in a truly confusing manner. "Thank you for being our mommies, and giving Liz a birthday party." Natasha's face contorts almost angrily at the unnecessary gratitude, and you too fight the tears that threaten to fall, her obvious pain blanketed by her innocence truly hurts your soul, but for Natasha the incident is a uniquely clarifying one that helps to heal her inner child.

"Oh sweetheart, you don't have to thank us, we're just doing what we're supposed to do.," You coo, hand lifting to wipe the tear from her eye line, then shifting to wipe away at Nat's, who sighs at the comfort your touch offers her.

"Avery, I know you're probably scared, but I promise that this is a forever arrangement.," Natasha proudly relays to the brunette in her arms, "Yeah?" she asks, her voice uncertain. "Ave, you're our angel, and you're here to stay." You place a kiss to her cheek, then leave her alone with Natasha once she'd settled down, collecting your remaining brood and saying your goodbyes.

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With Natasha retiring from the Avengers, and only remaining available for end of the world threats she had a lot more time for frivolity. Summer proved to be the perfect time for the both of you to take the kids out to experience the world like they truly never had before. So, you'd taken an entire month off from the group home, and July became the month to make core memories, and unbeknownst to Natasha it would prove to be a challenging one for her.

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Natasha was stood behind the grill, hand tightly flexed around the tongs that were meant to be flipping the chicken over, but she was far too entranced by you, the goddess currently sat on the steps of the pool as your children surrounded you in various floatation devices. Your smile innocent as can be as you watched Eliza splashing at the water so aggressively, just to be shocked every time it hit her face. The older kids found amusement in the act too, but they were soon over it, and began traveling around the entire pool by means of the wall, with your warning to be careful on their minds.

Natasha hated that during this wholesome event her predatory focus was on you, but not enough for her to look away though, she couldn't help it when you looked that good. You were sat there in a bright pink one piece and she wondered why she'd never seen it before today, she had a delicious view of your cleavage, and the sides over your hips were tastefully cut out. It's like your body was calling to her, screaming to her that it was perfectly crafted as a place to rest her hands, all her mind can think of is gripping you by your exposed skin and shoving you against a wall.

"Mommy, is the food almost done? I'm sooo hungry!" Sam shouts from the poolside, your gaze finally meeting that of your wife's, and it's then that she notices the mischief beneath them. Natasha meets your smirking face with a scowl, her gaze dropping to the near to burning chicken, then slowly shifts over to your sons expectant face., "Five more minutes honey, how about you all get out and changed, yeah?"

Natasha sneaks a glance at you once more, eyes falling to your bottom as you step out of the pool, wetted swimsuit clinging to your every curve, and the months of sexual frustration causes a painful pit to form in her stomach. Your luscious hips swaying about teasingly not helping her one bit as you dance around to keep the shivering baby content, then she freezes once you make your way over to her.

Quickly she works on looking busy, removing the chicken from the grill, covering it up with a layer of aluminum, and pretending that you didn't catch her previous stares. When she can't avoid your presence any longer she looks up to see your smiling face right before her, and then over to the adorable baby with her unicorn hood covered head against your chest babbling nonsense as she slips into dreamland.

"Smells so good honey, thanks for manning the grill tonight, you're a trooper.," your fingers lightly trail across her heated skin leaving behind a trail of goosebumps, "Oh my baby, you're so hot, let me help you cool down...," Natasha gasps when your wet body leans into her supposedly dry body. "I'm sorry honey, I didn't intend to make you dripping wet..." Natasha's hand quickly settles on your hip to keep you firmly against her, plump lips smashing to yours for an obviously needy kiss, tensions both rising and fading all at once.

Her tongue slips into your mouth, and her grip is so tight you're sure it'll leave behind bruises. You'd only intended to tease the woman, but this outcome wasn't something you were all that opposed to. You'd begun to melt into her until the sounds of giggling ruined the moment and you expertly slipped off indoors to change, winking back at your flushed wife, and purposefully swaying your hips for what she can only assume was a means to torture her.

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Natasha had forgotten that she agreed to help Clint fix up his barn, so your fun summer was interrupted by an impromptu trip to the farm. The kids were happy to be together again, having run off towards the horses with wide smiles as soon as their feet touched ground. Then Laura had beamed at the sight of your cuddly baby, so you guys weren't feeling all that guilty for having brought them along.

It wasn't all a waste for you either as you find yourself gawking at the sight of your wife, her strong arms effortlessly hauling the trimmed pieces of oak over to Clint as he nailed them in. The beads of sweat dripping down her face that she wipes away with the bottom of her shirt, exposing her dewy, toned abs to you, followed only by her knowing smirk that has you turning away as she playfully winks. Natasha's attempt at payback was working out well, but her celebratory pat on the back was unknowingly short lived.

Laura just came back out to the patio, passing you over a lemonade, "I'm shocked you're all here, Nat had told us you guys were busy this month, then she called back the other day agreeing to help, but I'm not complaining.," she says while cuddling the one year old closer, you look back to see your wife already staring at you, she waves before making a show of removing her shirt and you catch on to the cheap play at hand.

"Well, when she mentioned it to me there was no reason to say no when the kids get along so well...," you nod in the direction of the spies, "...plus, Sam and Avery missed all of you.," Laura snorts at your jab at your collective spouses, then she goes to pass over Eliza in favor of serving those hard at work some fresh lemonade., "Oh no, enjoy your baby snuggles, I'll take this down to them, it's no problem."

She lazily rebuttals but quickly ends up giving in to your offer, and so you set off to bring lemonade to your dearest wife and her shady partner in crime. Natasha smiles when she sees it's you approaching, but then she sees you'd taken your baggy shirt off to reveal a red tube top and booty shorts, flashbacks of your first time together flooding her mind, and her need for the ice cold drink had steadily increased.

"Hiya Natasha... Clinton.," you tightly greet, the retired archer quickly retreats with his drink before he could be wrapped into the clear stand off between you and his best friend. Natasha too tried to snatch up the drink, but as quick as she was, you were quicker—perks of working with young children you suppose.

"Moya lyubov', may I please have my drink?," Natasha pleads with a gentle smile, and soft eyes full of deception., "I'm not sure, the walk over here left me rather parched myself honey, may I have a sip?"

Natasha sees the look in your eyes, and it's obvious your intentions were anything but pure, but she's also never found it within her to be able to say no to you., "Of course detka, you don't even have to ask.," Your genuine, warm smile was enough to make her momentarily forget about the unofficial war of teasing you've found yourselves engaged in this month.

Beautiful green eyes full of want watch you with an unwavering attention, your tongue poking out to wet your lips, her cup slowly rising to meet them, a small sip you gently swallow down, the moan of pleasure you release as the taste hits your tongue, all of which leaves her in another stupor that she now realizes she can't even handle on her own since she's trapped herself here for a weekend.

With a clearing of your throat her eyes lift from your lips, and then she's reaching forward to grab her cup, but with her skewed attention she accidentally nudges the drink, spilling over half of the sticky contents onto your exposed chest., "Oh shit, detka, I'm so sorry.," she panics, her eyes however are locked on the way the pale yellow droplets trail down over the top of your breasts, lines of sugar left in their tracks, and finally soaking into your top.

Clint was cringing at his best friends inability to even function, so he took some initiative, he balled up her discarded shirt, then with a bit too much strength he threw it at the back of her head, receiving a middle finger as thanks. Natasha pointlessly wipes at your dried skin, nervous face never rising to look at yours in fear of your reaction, but you give her no choice as you lift her face by her chin.

"My love, I'm fine, it's just a little lemonade.," You chuckle, then to her shock you lean in to kiss her, your tongue briefly entering her eager mouth., "Thought I'd give you a little taste since you sort of lost your chance there..." Natasha's a bit out of it as you pull back, even more so as you place a few light kisses across her jawline on your journey to her ear., "Well, I'm off to shower now Natty, you seem to have left me a sticky mess..." You chuckle as her breath hitches, and entire body tenses under your departing touch.

Natasha watched you leave while desperately trying to bring herself back to her own body. Huffing and cursing herself for ever thinking teasing you at the Barton's farm was a good idea, then when she finally turns she sees her far too amused friend already looking at her., "Jesus Nat, you're down bad..." The archer laughs out as she returns to helping him, then Natasha accidentally knocks the man over in the process of handing him another piece of wood., "Sorry..."

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Natasha has been frustrated ever since you'd become mothers, a long ten months of being left high and dry, reduced to nothing more than a quickie in the shower, she's desperate. The summer shenanigans furthering her need. You've enjoyed every bit of teasing her too, she's seen the glint in your eyes, and now she's more than excited to punish you for it today. This stint of relentless teasing will finally be coming to an end as she's gotten an idea, and the ball had already been set in motion.

"Detka, fill me in again, what are we doing this weekend?" You hummed thoughtfully, racking your brain while transferring the pancakes over to the lined up plates from the griddle., "Natty, I have no clue, I'd thought we were staying in." She smirks at the desired answer, excitedly spinning you around by your hip, and a pancake goes flying across the kitchen, but she leans in to kiss you, temporarily cutting off your scolding, "Right answer detka..."

The sultry tone isn't lost on you, "Natasha...," her smirk widens at the warning in your tone, and your heart stops when she leans into your ear, "Lena's on her way to pick up the kids, enjoy being able to walk while you still can." Pulling back she sees the pure terror for what's to come in your eyes, her lips peck your frozen pair, then she walks away in a fit of laughter.

Her cheeky threat nearly had you crumbling, because as much as you've enjoyed teasing her, you missed the trysts of the past just as much. Flashes of when she'd bend you over the couch and rail you stupid from behind as she would answer along to jeopardy roll through your mind, or all those long mornings you spent warming her cock while she took her time finishing up her paperwork, whispering steamy phrases into your ear, and once you were a squirming mess she'd fuck you senseless.

To put it simply, you just hid your frustrations better, and leaving Natasha in a fit she couldn't quite resolve without you was kinda enticing. Feeling how desperately she needed you now had your heart beating out of your chest. Sounds of tiny feet pitter pattering across the kitchen floor brought you back to yourself, and with a shaky resolve you met your family at the dining table with their plates, Natasha took in your obviously bothered state, winking over at you while securing Eliza into her seat, and expertly ignoring your glare.

Checkmate...

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Natasha had just finished sending Yelena off, turning around she noticed you'd left her, and with a lust driven pep in her step she entered the unusually silent house in search of you. Natasha slowly traveled through the house, this game of cat and mouse absolutely thrilling her, leaving her an opportunity to ponder just what she wants to do to you, and the longer she's on the hunt, the more her devious thoughts run. "Detka, you can run, but you can't hide from me, I will find you and have my way with you.," her harmonious taunting traveling down the hallway and through the bedroom door, a pang of arousal shooting straight down to your lace covered core, and the doorknob turning had you desperately shaking in your place.

The retired Avenger pushes the door open in the most nonchalant way possible, trying to keep an unbothered composure, but then the sight of you leaves her breathless; a bright red lingerie set clings to your body deliciously, your breasts pooling over the top of the lacy bralette, thick thighs fitted with matching rings of red, and your delicate belly held in place by the high waisted fabric concealing your dripping core. After anticipating a day like this was on the horizon you'd purchased a beautiful lingerie set while out on one of your grocery shopping trips, and it seems to have done the trick.

She smiles tenderly at you, an overwhelming sense of pride flooding her chest at the way you now exude such confidence, as perfect as you are, she's just happy you're finally seeing it too. The woman's eyes widen when you move to take thoughtful steps to lessen the offensive gap, calloused hands reach out to grip you by the hips but you stop her, pushing them away. An eyebrow raised in challenge doesn't seem to deter you, her interests piqued as your hands fall to her hips, fingers sliding through the loops of her jeans you suddenly pull her flush against you, "You know Daddy, I was kinda hoping I could have my way with you first..."

Natasha groans as your low tone serves its purpose of riling her up, "Go on then detka.," With confidence at an all time high you use your hold on her to slam her against the wall, her breath hitches at the unexpected impact, emerald eyes swirling with a mix of shock and need as they anticipate your next move.

The answer comes as her shirt and bra are flying across the room, and your lips were quick to attach themselves to her own, your tongue slipping into her mouth, while your hands fall to her exposed breasts, massaging the skin and pinching at her sensitive nipples. Her whimpers of immense pleasure transfer over to your mouth, then as her hips start to move on their own accord you're pulling away, lightly giggling as she attempts to chase you.

Natasha observes your eyes twinkling with a unplaceable mischief, "Patience is a virtue love, and it seems to me you don't have any of it..." your fingers slip through the loops once more. Natasha nods as you stare into her eyes, slowly dropping to your knees you take her pants with you, and the woman is already struggling to regulate her breathing at the sight of you, just so pretty, and obviously ready to please, with those doe eyes of yours, swimming with a faux innocence that drives her up the wall.

Natasha leans against the wall, bracing herself as you drag her panties down her body next, leaving a trail of her slick behind on her legs that you use you're tongue to eagerly clean up. Your tongue sliding across the skin of her thigh, then as you began to leave your marks you heard a buzzing. Natasha's head was reeling, her ringing phone not even registering in her mind until your tantalizing touch left her skin entirely.

"Detka, don't you even dare think of stopping.," her hand gripping your hair tightly, darkened eyes searching yours, then she finally hears the phone, groaning loudly as she does.

Once she relinquishes her hold on you she reaches for the phone, and while she answers it you return to working her up., "Hello?", Yelena on the other end begins to ramble about something the baby was doing, Natasha was struggling to keep her breathing steady as her irritation steadily rose., "Listen you little shit! CALL KATE OR WANDA, but leave me alone!", Yelena gasped as the phone clicked in her ear, shuddering as she realized what was likely taking place on the other end of the line., "That is disgusting..."

Natasha's hand returned to your hair, fingers tangling into your locks and forcefully slotting your face before her glistening cunt., "Detka, don't even think of making daddy wait any longer, your teasing will not go unpunished...," and with that she shoved your face into her, a loud moan leaving her as your nose nudged her engorged clit, your skilled tongue working her over, and not even a minute into riding your face is she releasing into your mouth, body shaking as her beyond overdue orgasm rolls through her, hips continuing to fuck your face while you graciously accept every last drop of your wife's addicting arousal as it rolls over your tongue and down your throat.

Natasha uses her grip on your hair to pull you away when it becomes too much, peering down at your shining face through her hooded eyes she enjoys the way your chest heaves as you're desperately sucking in air after pleasing her. Your blown out irises, and plump lips a sight too hot for the woman to handle, a new wave of arousal bringing her back to her original plans.

The previous months of want for you send her absolutely feral, the grip in your hair being used to pull you up, and into her for a bruising kiss, giving you no time to adjust before she's shoving her tongue down your throat, and moaning as she gets a taste of herself, the desperate need to taste you has her throwing your body onto the bed by the way of your hips, hovering above you and smirking at the healthy fear residing in your eyes.

"I'm going to destroy you...," she whispers as she bites into your neck, "...all these months of teasing me...," her tongue licks over the fresh mark, slightly soothing the pain caused, "...and you thought you'd just get away with it did you?," Lips continuing to travel across your collarbones as they leave no skin unmarked., "Well detka, you thought fucking wrong."

"Fucking hell detka, you're so fucking hot in this little ensemble of yours, sad it's got to go.," her hands then yank the lingerie off of your body, and then the next thing you know you're being plunged into a world of darkness as she uses the leg rings as a blindfold., "Natty..."

A harsh slap is laid to your cunt, your body jolting as you loudly moan in response, "That's not my name detka, and you know better..." Your teary eyes look to her, and in the moment she thinks you've never looked more beautiful., "I'm sorry daddy, I was just a lil confused..." Nat's resolve briefly softens, not that you could see., "I know detka, now, you know what to say if it's too much, so is it?" ... "No, it's okay."

"Good girl." She teases, before taking away the warmth you'd grown accustomed to, a dark chuckle leaving her as you whine and thrash about., "Ah-aht detka, don't make me regret my words.," your thrashing ceasing as her menacing tone leaves no room for brattiness.

Natasha sorts through her box built for nights like tonight, the thick layer of dust on top lending her to realize just how long it's been since she'd been able to have you like this. Settling on silky bindings, and a thick, cum filled strap she steps into the harness, slipping the attached end into her eager cunt, then she's returning to your side, and tying your hands together., "No touching daddy, or seeing her, only letting me use your body as I see fit, do you understand detka?" You nod, "Words moya lyubov'... Color?"

Natasha's lips meet yours with ferocity, fingers trailing down your body as soon as you mutter your understandings, pinching at your nipples before continuing on their path to your core. Teasingly stroking through your folds, her fingers collected your abundant arousal to smear over your clit, rubbing in tight circles, and your loud moans were swallowed by her.

While her tongue explored your mouth, nimble fingers traveled even lower, and as she sucked on your tongue two fingers pushed passed your entrance, being greedily sucked up into the warm space, and she groaned at just how tightly your walls gripped onto her digits., "You're always so fucking tight for me detka..." Natasha had no intention of getting you off yet, in the moment she's only here for her relief, so she thrusts into you at a slow pace, enjoying the feeling of your walls pulsing around her, and wanting nothing more than to taste you.

Just as you were nearing the edge she pulled her fingers out, your adorable whines thrilling her, she pulled away from your bruising lips, moaning in appreciation as she slipped her fingers into her own mouth, finally getting the chance to taste you after months of waiting. Natasha's walls flutter around the strap that resides within her, her hips buck reflexively, and you whimper when the strap nudges you. Your sounds spurring the redhead on, and with ease she slams the cock into you all at once.

"Fuck, fuck, daddy that feels so good...," Natasha hums in agreement against the soft skin of your neck, taking a few deep breaths before pulling out and slamming back into you. She fucks into you without relent, your low toned moans and hot breaths fanning over her ear have her walls fluttering like crazy, tipping her over the edge once more, "Shit detka, you're so fucking hot...," and her pace only increases as she wishes to drag her orgasm out, and push you into a dizzy state of your own.

"Daddy... I-I please, I want to see you... I need to see you, to feel you, I can't cum if I don't," Natasha's heart beams at your confession, but she's not done with punishing you for teasing,"I don't remember saying you could anyways detka, if you want to cum, why don't you beg for my forgiveness then."

Natasha picks up her pace, laughing into your shoulder when your almost pleads fall short as she continues to hit that spot within you that always leaves you breathless. "Daddy, I-.," she smirks, "Yes detka?," slowing down ever so slightly as she wants her to hear you begging, "I-I'm sorry for teasing you, daddy please, I need to cum so bad... I need to see you, to feel you, I'm so sorry... Won't do it again!"

Natasha mockingly laughs at you, your obvious lies not convincing, because you're not sorry, and she knows you will do it all again, plus, the need to tease you is still prominent. So, her hand slip between your sweaty bodies as she firmly presses her thumb into your clit, sending your body into a fit of despair; your legs trembling, a harsh scream painfully rips through your dry throat, and the pit in your stomach tightens to a place of unbearable pain, but even if you wanted to disobey her, you can't come until she lets you see and feel her, you've already tried...

Natasha's heart aches after your scream fades into a string of whimpers, so even though you're not muttering 'red,' in an act of silly contrition she slides her hand back up your body, skillfully untying your bonded hands, and they reflexively fly up and wrap around her, your fingernails digging painfully into her shoulder blades.

Her soft lips gently land upon yours as she slowly pulls the makeshift blindfold from your face, then pulls back to stare into your eyes. Natasha smiles down at you with a teasing glint and you return it with a goofy one of your own., "Go on then, cum for daddy, be my good girl.," Her hips then pick back up to the previously dizzying pace, your hands grip her by the nape of her neck, and lower back, pulling her in for a needy kiss. Pushing her in that much deeper, and with one final press to your clit you're falling apart, and it's not long until Natasha falls with you as the sight of you losing control always has a tendency to do that to her.

"I hope you're ready detka, you're free to cum as you please now, but there's no limit for how many I plan to pull from you tonight..." You squeal once Natasha's threat registers as she flips you onto your side, then she fucks into you from behind until you're uncontrollably shaking, and cumming hard, drenching the sheets with a loud scream of "daddy."

Then without much reprieve she's flipping you back onto your back, pulling you to the edge of the bed as she lifts you by your thighs, resting your legs against her own body, and leaving your hips raised as she's fucking you from an angle that has you immediately gasping for air, and gives her a view of your blissed out face. The pace at which she fucks into you bordering animalistic, and with the added stimulation to your nipples she's able to draw another two orgasms from you in rather quick succession. Lowering your trembling body back onto the bed, and kissing every available inch of skin as she waits for your breathing to return to an acceptable rate before continuing.

Even in your state she's able to maneuver you onto your knees, the sight of your your stretched hole pulsing around nothing while your arousal drips onto the sheets beneath you has her totally awestruck, then a quiet 'green daddy,' has her sliding back into you with ease. Leaning her front against your back, her own breathing becoming labored as the intensity catches up to her and you're not fairing much better, the babbling mess that you are shaking beneath her as you are blinded by your fifth orgasm of the night, both of you collapsing at once, and your wife lays on top of you until her stomach rumbles with a different type of need.

Natasha pulls out of you slowly, whines of confusion tumble from your smushed face, and she smirks at your beyond fucked out state., "They'll be with Wanda tomorrow night, and at Tony's most of Sunday, so get your rest now detka, because I'm far from done with you. You're all mine for the weekend sweet girl." Her words break through to you, well in partiality, "No, for forever..." Natasha chuckles at your delirious mumblings, feather light kisses are placed all over your back in hopes of providing reassurance, "Forever sounds perfect to me moya lyubov', now get some sleep while I make us some fuel for round two."

—

The weekend was long indeed, come Sunday morning your legs were immobilized, and Natasha beamed at the hilarious revelation. The love making wasn't over either, because she meant it when she said all, but today's experience had been different from the last two, it was soft, there was no rush as she took care of you, and you in turn did the exact same.

Then come afternoon she was tending to your every little need, and that night she handled everything; takeout was ordered, kids were fed, bathed, and then were put to sleep with ease. Natasha returned to your shared room and gave you an all body massage, working out the deep tensions she herself had caused, your groans of relief sounding like music to her ears. "Goodnight detka..." She lovingly whispers, soft kisses placed over your cheeks, and her heart flutters as your lips naturally quirked up in your sleep, and your sweet snores filled the empty space around.

——

Summer was officially ending, and Natasha was pleading with you not to enroll the older two into the private school. "Detka, we are more than capable of teaching them the abc's, 123's, and the fundamentals of life.," you had rolled your eyes, continuing on with the application process as planned, "Yeah, please, try your curriculum on me then, persuade me.," Natasha's smirk is quickly falling when you send her the stare that reads 'not like that,' so she tries to use words to convince you.

In a patronizing way she sings the child's educational songs to you, to which you equally as pettily clap for her., "Murder is bad, unless they've done horrible things and deserve to be shivved," your eyes widen, "If someone tries to threaten you, give them fucking hell, and if —." Natasha's brows furrow at the hand you've now placed over her mouth, "Natasha, it's settled.," her eyes light up, "They're going to school."

Her shoulders instantly deflate, and she falls against the couch in an exaggerated huff, arms folded over her chest. "Oh my sweetest Natty, I know you're worried, but they'll be safe. Tony wouldn't send Morgan there, and recommend it to us if it wasn't a secure front..." Natasha's mask falls as you straddle her lap, tears fall down her cheeks without stop, and you pull her face into your chest to allow her the comfort. Strong arms wrapping around your waist to keep you there, and she breathes you in, the woodsy undertones of your cologne and your skins natural scent effectively soothing her.

"What if—?" Your soft lips cut her paranoia off, a soft engagement of kisses shared, "Natty, it's normal to be worried, especially with your former line of work, but sheltering them will just as likely harm them." Natasha nods against your chest in silent understanding. "Plus, Morgan's been there for three years now, and she's had no run ins, and let's be honest here honey—Tony's got a lot more enemies." Her light giggles calming your anxious heart, "They're going to be okay because their mommy is their fiercest protector, and I'd like to thank their mama is a close runner up."

"You definitely are, but you know, you're an even greater personal pillow..." Natasha teases, using her strong hold she suddenly shifts your bodies until your back is flat on the couch, her body settling atop of yours and her face buried deep within the crook of your neck.

—

Natasha was right, it wasn't safe there, but the culprit of your daughter's afflictions came in the form of her fellow six year olds, more specifically Camren; the blonde boy with deep dimples who has been taught that his actions have no real consequences if he just cracks a smile, and bats his thick lashes.

He's been harassing your daughter since school started about a month ago, you only just found out over the phone via the principal's aide. Apparently him harassing Avery was easy for them to overlook, but once she punched the boy square in the face it became a 'problem of safety,' and a 'means for suspension.' Natasha is still none the wiser being that she's off at the compound training her body, and because you're not too sure she wouldn't come to finish the job that Avery had started.

Upon making it to the school the receptionist was waiting for you in the parking lot with her arms crossed over her chest, and a scowl meant to intimidate, but really she just looked rather constipated. "Mrs. Romanoff?," You nodded, keeping your unbridled anger at bay, but still feeling it simmering from within, "Follow me."

Avery was sat in a chair with her knees pulled to her chest, her tear stained face resting on them, and her lip quivered when seeing you., "Mama?.," Your heart broke at the sight of the distraught girl, and as the door closed you took in the rest of the room. The principal was sat behind his desk with an ominous expression, to the right sat a slender woman in a suit with an obvious set of worry lines, the little boy beside her with the shiner fills you in on as to why that may be, and she looks pretty pissed.

"Mrs. Romanoff, so nice of you to join us, please do take a seat.," the principal booms, startling you from your observations, and you settle besides your daughter, a comforting arm wrapped around her as you do., "So, as you can see, your daughter Avery here did quite a number on Miss. Jones's son. We'd like to offer a respectful discourse of the next steps with you for your daughter's expected punishment."

The smile on the little boys face pisses you off, the matching one upon his mother's has you on the verge of seeing red. "Well, if we're talking punishment, what is it he'll be receiving then?," His mother scoffs, turning her body to face the man behind the desk, incredulously shaking her head and awaiting his expected defense.

"Well, as you can see your daughter is fine—." Now it's you scoffing, "Fine? My daughter who is shaking like a leaf, and who's sobbing is fine? Camren's apparently been bullying her for over a month now, your school never once did a thing about it, and once she retaliates you seem to care? Yet still, only she's up for suspension?"

Silence filled the tense space, the principal processing his next step, but the other parent cuts him off as she loses her temper., "Your daughter had no right to touch my angel, Camren said nothing that wasn't true, that's hardly classified as bullying if you ask me."

"It's a good thing I wasn't asking you then... Ave's, can you please tell mama what's been happening?" Her head lifts from her knees, you quickly pull her trembling form into your lap, and scratch up and down her back for comfort., "Well, he keeps calling me 'Tubby,' and 'Fat,' which makes all the other kids laugh at me and that makes me really sad. Then today he called you fat, and it just made me so mad Mama, so I punched him just like Mommy had taught me how, and then he shoved me to the ground, and said 'You're just a stupid fatty with two Mom's, you're such a freak.' After I got back to class they came to get me, and I was so scared because they wouldn't even let me call you..."

Your head was absolutely spinning, the words she'd stuttered out far more informative than the previous phone conversation, and the last bit tipped you over the edge of your fury., "Alright, I'm ready to talk, and I'll even be quick. Avery will receive no punishments, but Camren over there will be expelled effective immediately." The woman beside you gasps, and the principal stammers, "Ma'am, with all due respect, that's just not—."

"I'm going to stop you right there, had you actually respected me you'd have never let it get this far. I hope you know I have no problem making all of your lives a living hell, this school's existence is dependent upon the elite is it not? You know, such as Tony Stark, and The Black Widow, messing with them sounds like a PR nightmare to me, but what would I know right? Not like I'm married to one, and have the other on speed dial or anything."

The horrified looks on all parties present leaves you feeling accomplished, the reluctance on the man's face as he nods has you ready to laugh. "Miss Jones, it seems your son will have to find a new school, we here at Baxter Academy don't tolerate bullying of any kind, and upon further investigation it's clear your son had instigated it all, and Avery here was defending herself."

Camren and his mother jump up, scarily so, mirroring one another to the tee, and you fear for the boy's future as he never stood a chance., "Careful there Miss, my wife is a really talented lady, might blink and wake up in Heaven..." The pair leave in a huff after your clear threats, you stand too, prepared to leave yourself.

"Avery is not being suspended, but we will wave her need to attend for the week to allow her a chance to recuperate. We're truly sorry for all of these misunderstandings ma'am." You nod in appreciation, but little does he know his days here are equally as numbered, anyone who didn't protect your angel will be replaced before you even consider bringing her back.

Avery was attached to your hip when you left, quiet sobs still leaving her, and breaking you. Yelena already had Eliza, so she had no issue agreeing to pick up Sam after you'd briefly filled her in, Russian curses flying out, and you had no intention of translating so you hung up. "Angel, would you like to get ice cream with me and mommy? She's going to meet us there." She nodded against your shoulder, but still said nothing, and you were feeling a bit worried.

The car ride is silent at first, soft music playing while you drove around the city, giving her the moment to process, and for you to calm down. "Mama?" You hummed, "Are you fat? Am I? Was Camren and his mommy right then?" You'd expected the questions, but the rate at which they flew, and the brokenness in her tone you couldn't have been prepared for.

"Come here angel.," You gently command as you're now sat in the parking lot, and she climbs into your lap. You cup her chubby little cheeks, giggling as she further scrunches her face up when you kiss her little nose. "Well, yes, Mama is fat honey, but no, you're not fat at all lil lovey." Avery looks to you inquiringly, "Mama, why is being fat so bad anyways?"

You sigh, "There's nothing wrong with being fat honey, it's not a basis of someone's worth, and it's not even an accurate measurement of someone's overall health. Even if someone like Camren or his mom says otherwise, he was just trying to hurt your feelings. Nobody has a right to shame you for your weight, and if it ever happens again you come straight to me okay? All that matters in this life honey is that you're happy and healthy, and I feel like you're both."

"Oh, I'm so very happy mama! I am sorry he was trying to hurt your feelings, that's not very nice... You're the bestest, most beautifulest mama ever! He's just a little shit." You snort at your daughter's words, "Honey, that's a bad word...," She smiles mischievously, "I know, but mommy said it's sometimes okay to say when you're telling the truth, she says it a lot when we are out with Auntie Lena."

"Well, then I'll let it slide this time honey, but I will be talking to mommy..." She giggles, as if she knows she just stirred the pot, then she cuddles further into you as when you step out of the car, "I love you mama.," you kiss her forehead, "I love you too angel, now let's go enjoy some delicious ice cream!!," her squeals bring your heart a sense of peace as her spirits been successfully lifted.

Natasha's already sat at a table inside when you enter, you observe her pained expression, and when she looks up at you all she gives is a small smile that doesn't really reach her eyes. "Angel, I think mommy could use some love.," you settle her down, and she runs into Nat's open arms while you go to order the ice cream. Natasha's quickly smiling over her shoulder at you, the former assassins heart settling as she realized that you'd already taken care of it all as Avery excitedly talks her ear off.

Doesn't mean she won't handle it her way too, she's got her own skillset and lots of free time on her hands...

——

"Natasha, absolutely not!" You shriek as her phone is shoved in your face yet again, a horrid baby costume on display, "I don't see why we can't be a family of murderers, Halloween is for the spooky, you're being no fun!" You sigh, she drives a hard case, but you just refuse to relent here., "I'm not sending my family our first Halloween photos with Eliza dressed as the horrifying child from the Seed of Chucky!," a quiet correction following you, "Glenda."

You have to give it to your redheaded wife though, her Amazon killer wishlist is perfectly crafted; a gender bent Chucky costume for her, paired with a gorgeous Tiffany for you, and then your precious baby girl was in line to be the hideous Glenda. Avery and Sam were going to be enemies from her third favorite franchise, Nightmare on Elm Street. Sam was going to be a truly terrifying Freddy meant to go up against Avery's creepy Jason.

After hours spent pointlessly bickering with you Natasha caves, as she was always going to. So, while the kids spent the Saturday with the famed archer, you, Laura, and a reluctant Nat went out on the town to prepare for the month's festivities, and after hours of shopping you'd both returned to decorate the house.

Natasha's soured mood suddenly gone as she giddily creates a murder scene in the guest bathroom, while you set up a beautiful harvest wonderland on the front porch, oddly shaped gourds lining the banister, pumpkins on the steps, and faux hay bales replacing the year round seating.

Natasha comes barreling out of the front door, "Detka, come look at my masterpiece!," you retreat from her when red stained hands try to grab you by the face, "Oh, sorry detka..." Sheepishly she shifts her gaze to the porch, "This looks amazing honey, but you really need to come check mine out, it's an exact replica of one of Lena's and I's best assassinations. Don't worry, he was a literal scumbag."

"Even then, please do keep this information between us."

—

Natasha's hands are holding you by the hips, both of you stood before the mirror in your costumes., "Jinkies detka, you sure look hot.," her face falling against your shoulder, loudly laughing as you nudge her for using your catch phrase as a come on, "Velma and Daphne, the secret sapphics, sure you would've looked hot as Tiffany, but fuck, is it bad that I want to just rip this ensemble right off of you?"

"Of course it's bad, seeing as how the entire mystery team is downstairs waiting for us.," You tease the woman, turning around in her hold and squealing when she just pushes you up against the mirror., "Not even a quickie?" Natasha smirks as you work to shove her away, "No Nat, not even a quickie, now let's go..."

When you made it downstairs your special brood was already loaded up and ready to go. Eliza was in her Scooby Doo get up, sitting in the Mystery Machine wagon eating her peach Gerber puffs, Avery was taking on a gender bent Shaggy, and Sam was dressed as Fred. Everyone's costumes having been hand made by Wanda, and you're almost certain Natasha is the one who convinced her that Velma's skirt was this short as you had to pull it down again.

"Look who finally decided to join us..." Wanda knowingly teases as she's stood before you in her Hex Girls costume, and as you roll your eyes at her you land your gaze on the other two members, Yelena and Kate., "Sorry, I was having a bit of a wardrobe malfunction." You tease right back, seamlessly dodging the flying pumpkin, and heading straight out the front door with the wagon and baby in tow.

After getting a bunch of group photos together you'd driven off towards the rich neighborhood of Tony Stark. Natasha and you were walking hand in hand, smiling widely whenever your kids would beam to you about the full size bars, and then gasping when they returned with a wad of cash from another. Their innocent little smiles were enough to warm your entire being. Then you almost broke when all the little kids who were able to recognize your wife were running up to her in their Black Widow costumes, completely enthralled by meeting their actual hero, and she wasn't shy about the tears when they left and she leaned into you.

—

"My glasses! I can't see without my glasses.," You shriek as you flop onto the bed, throwing the prop glasses to the side table, looking up to see your wife smirking and shaking her head., "You are just so fucking cute detka...," She coos as she moves towards the bed, hands settling on your legs, inching up slowly as you squirm until she reaches the apex of your thighs.

"Jeepers Y/N, it seems you misplaced your panties too, but no worries, I'm on the case..." She gasps, soft hands bunching your skirt up, "And I'd have gotten away with this earlier, too, if it weren't for those meddling kids!" You laugh at her petty play on words directed at your children's rights to their festivities, slowly relaxing into the bed as she moves down your body to successfully solve the reoccurring mystery of your missing panties.

——

Christmas was only a week out, and the older kids were finally on vacation, so you had found the time to go ice skating in the city today. Natasha was apparently an expert so she was currently teaching the older two how it was done with an excitable Eliza strapped to her. You on the other hand were clinging to the wall for dear life while Yelena skated around you., "Y/N, it is not that hard, stop the dramatics.," "Give me your hand kiska, I will protect you.," (Pussy)

"Y/N, look up! It's the kissing plant!" Yelena smirked as she now stood before you, blocking your route, looking over your shoulder to her sister, who then followed her eye line to the mistletoe hanging above the both of you. "Y/N, we don't have much time! Kiss me, it will make Kate jealous enough to stop being so shy, and we both know Natasha will destroy you in bed." Yelena takes initiative as you stare her down in shock, leaning in her lips nearly meet yours, but just before they make their mark she's flying over the wall of ice by means of a booty bump., "Cyka..."

Eliza's giggles bring you back to see your wife's angry face now staring back at you., "Natty—." Her lips brutally smash into yours before you could defend yourself, only ever retreating when the smushed baby starts to fuss., "Mine!" A gentle smile thrown her way resolves her anger, "Natty, Lena was just being an idiot, and I was completely thrown off, I'm all yours..."

—

Yelena had kept her distance for the week so that Kate could nurse her 'back to health' after Natasha had severely bruised her buttocks. But since it was Christmas Eve, and you already made it up to your wife, forgiveness had been given to the blonde for the sake of the holidays.

You had just settled the excited kids down in bed, then made sure Kate and Yelena were comfortable in the guest room before meeting your wife in the living room to play Santa. "Detka, why does the jolly man get to give them the Nintendo Switch, and we're giving them stuff like books?," You settle beside her, taking the wrapping paper roll from her and get to work., "Well, because Santa would never give them books, and we value their education so we would."

She looks to you completely unconvinced, "Natty, it would be lame to tell the kids at school Santa got them 'Junie B. Jones' or 'Harry Potter,' but we both know they will also be held up in the book nook we built for them as soon as they're unwrapped. Plus, we also have the very special delivery coming with Wands, remember?"

She beams widely at the reminder, her initial excitement being the only reason you'd agreed to such a gift in the first place., "Detka, are you ready to go to bed? If my sources are correct they'll be waking us up soon, Avery being the source..." You settle the last of the kids gifts beneath the tree, then with her help you get off of the floor, and settle snuggly into her arms.

"I'll be up in ten my love, I have to run grab a couple of gifts from the car, and nibble on some carrots and cookies for the imagination of it all." Natasha grumbles but concedes, lips pressing to yours for a sweet kiss that neither of you want to pull away from, but in the end she does.

As soon as she's gone, aka the coast is now clear, you settle another set of gifts beneath the tree, a silly smile on your face as you do, a bit too excited for tomorrows reactions. Then you begrudgingly nibble on the sugar cookies, eat a bit of the reindeers mix, throwing the rest to the ground before scampering upstairs to get a couple hours of sleep.

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"Wake up! Santa has come!" Your eyes flutter open expectantly at the excited voice, "Yelena! What the fuck? Where are the kids?" Natasha is annoyed, but honestly you're rather amused., "Don't be stupid Natalia, it's only 5:30 in the morning, they're still sleeping!"

Natasha chases her sister out of the room, and you use the time to stretch out before making your way down to start breakfast, ignoring the pained screams coming from the backyard, even looking away when Yelena's pleading eyes meet yours through the window.

The kids eventually come running down the stairs as the smell of cinnamon wafts through the house., "Mama, why is Auntie Lena holding peas to her cheek?" You stifle your giggles at your son's question, "She fell down the stairs.," Natasha is quick to answer him with a half lie "Oh no, are you okay?" He sadly asks, tiny hands moving to cup her good cheek, and she softens at the tenderness., "Yes malen'kiy." (little one)

Breakfast was a smooth experience, you getting the baby up and ready as you'd already eaten. Meeting everyone in the living room where they'd patiently been waiting, handing a tired Eliza to her mommy so that you could hand the gifts out one by one. Everyone was pleased, their squeals filling the space telling you so. The kids had already hugged everyone in the room, screamed their thanks to Santa Clause; Sam settled into the cushy reading nook, and Avery began setting up the switch.

"Looks like Santa had another gift to give." You beam, a big box wrapped in penguin paper in hand: To Yelena & Natasha | From: Santa written onto the pre-made sticker.

Natasha quirked her brow, while Yelena shook with anticipation in her seat as the box was settled between them., "Go on then, open it!" Yelena tore right into her end, while Natasha gently unwrapped her side like it was her job. "Oh my gosh! I've always wanted this since I saw it for the first time three seconds ago!" Yelena shrieks appreciatively, you giggle at the stark honesty, then within an instant your breath is gone as Natasha collides into you.

Fresh hot tears soak through your Christmas pajamas, and you just hold onto her tightly, because you didn't expect such a reaction from your wife, but it's also a totally acceptable one. "Thank you detka..." You smile as she speaks, "It wasn't me love, it was Santa..." her wet chuckle in response warms your body, and then there's a knock on the door.

Natasha pulls back from you with a wide smile, "It's time!" She sprints to the door, and you regather the kids, placing blindfolds over their eyes, and watching as your wife and best friend enter with adorable white cats with black tipped ears, and noses in their hands. Natasha lifts one up high showing it off in all its glory, and you smile warmly back at her excitement.

"Are you two ready for the surprise?"

"Auntie Wanda?! Are you our surprise?!" Wanda smiles at Avery's excitement for her, "No silly, but I did bring the surprise with me." Sam pipes up, "I'm ready! Please show us!" Natasha and Wanda step forward, gently settling the furry babies into their laps, and you uncover their eyes as they gasp at the new sensation.

Both kids squeal, "Oh my gosh!!!!" Sam pulling his into a loose embrace, while Avery nuzzled her nose to the bewildered cats. "This is the best gift, thank you so much —." Avery paused.

"I picked them up, but your mom's got them." Wanda answers her silent question, and both kids jump up to hug all the adults present anyways.

Wanda headed towards the kitchen to start the Christmas dinner, her supposed gift to you, and so you settled down with Eliza to help her understand the new toys she'd just received. Sam took 'Liho' to the reading nook with him, and the cat happily slept at his side. Avery spent her time explaining the game she was learning herself to 'Tigger,' who just stared at her as if he understood her completely. Natasha and Yelena, with the help of Kate began to use their Easy Bake Oven from Santa. Testing their treats out on unsuspecting victims all day, and everyone had pretended to like it for the sake of their feelings.

—

Natasha and you'd happily settled into your bed after the long day of Christmas festivities. Sleep consuming your mind the minute your body had hit the mattress, but Natasha found herself wide awake, the joy today brought her had kept her mind running a mile a minute. Liho was lying on her legs, purring like crazy, while Tigger was asleep upon her greatest accomplishment in life's tummy.

Holidays tended to be a time of reminiscing, and that's exactly what she was doing with her fingers in your hair, and a smile on her face. Everything good in her life is because of you, and her heart fluttered wildly at the thought of what could've been had she never gone into the Glory Hole all those years ago.

The peace you brought to her when all she ever knew was chaos, the pure love you give to her so freely and unconditionally, or how the beautiful family you blessed her with would just cease to exist, and the more she ponders she realizes that's not a reality she could bare to face, so she settles herself into bed, allowing your scent to calm her nervous system, and sighing as the exhaustion starts to set in.

Just as soon as she'd laid her head down on your chest though the door creaked open. Three sets of little eyes stared at the redhead, and she silently beckoned them over with the wave of her hand, and they quickly obliged. Avery passed Eliza to Natasha, then crawled in between the two of you, Sam settled between your legs, with his hand atop the cat already sleeping there, and the other loosely in yours.

Natasha falls asleep just as soon as everyone's breathing evens out, "Ya lyublyu tebya moya prekrasnaya sem'ya.," the last words she utters as her eyes fluttered shut.

(I love you my beautiful family)

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… If Only in my Dreams…

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

I’ll Be Home For Christmas… (Prev)

Mama-Nat ; Mommy-R

Warnings: Hostile!Nat, Tantrums/Outbursts, Violence, Blood, Injured!R

Sorry it took so long to put out, but I just really wasn’t in the necessary headspace to finish this.

There was a low humming noise that filled the dark room, or at least you assumed it was dark since you'd yet to open your eyes, but judging by the lack of red tint to your eyelids it wasn't all that hard to infer. You intended to appear asleep to your captors, but due to the frigidity of the space you were left in it was impossible to contain your shaking, and as you expected it wasn't long before someone was entering.

"Good, you're finally awake.," the mans taunting laughter bellowed off the walls as he bared witness to the ceasing of your shivering, your body was now stilled, every muscle having tensed up, whilst the hair on your body stood, and your heart thumped harshly in your chest., "Welcome home Agent 22, get some rest, you'll be needing it.," he chuckled unabashedly while your body racked with uncontainable sobs that only further the pain in your head. The sound of the slamming door behind him made a harsh noise as it automatically locked, and you knew, without a doubt, exactly where you were.

Back at the beginning...

——

It'd been twenty four hours since you fell, an entire trip around the sun with no answer on as to where you ended up, or if you were even still alive. Presumably you're being held captive by an 'unknown' group of men, with harsh injuries to account for all the blood you lost in Russia. When the sisters returned to the cabin your wife wasted no time utilizing all of her own resources and access to government databases. Every avenue she went down failed though, she knew it'd be pointless to remain in Russia, it's very unlikely your captors had, and she hadn't enough to work with in the faraway place so she set back off to the states for assistance.

So now Natasha paced around Clint's barn, the place she'd advised her former teammates to meet up with her at as it wasn't on any radars. Her heart was absolutely shattered, her gut had been warning her from the start that the trip was a bad idea, but somehow you'd convinced her it would be okay, and now you're injured horribly, and on top of that you're also missing. Had her sister never treated you so terribly, or had she stuck to her guns and kept you home, then this nightmare wouldn't have come to life.

Yelena was sat on a bale of hay, her face was stitched up, injured arm strapped to her body, and her eyes were painfully glued to the floor, unwilling to catch those of her sisters. This trip was never supposed to end in carnage, even if at one point Yelena thought she'd have to kill you herself—deep down she always knew she wouldn't have to, but even in her success of making nice with you, this is still all her fault. Two unsuspecting kids sit inside the Barton's house, only a few paces from her guilty form. The thought of them losing their mommy if they don't work fast enough weighing heavy on her conscience; it all brings her to silent tears.

Natasha hasn't said a word to her for fear of saying things she couldn't take back. She knows Yelena tried to save you, but had she never been reluctant to let you in, then the trip that led to your disappearance never would've happened, and you'd be here, safe in her arms.

Christmas is less than two weeks out, and the idea of you missing Eli's first Christmas leads to her falling to her knees in another fit of sobs. Clint was quick to pull her into his embrace, he doesn't try to shush her, or to cheer her up with promises of saving you—no, he simply holds her close, and allows her the space to fall apart.

Once she'd settled into his embrace, her sobs eventually faded into the occasional hiccup, and they remained in this bubble until she heard the familiar rumble of a jet, then she was racing out of the barn to greet the stoic team. Tony was first to deplane, the multitude of gadgets necessary in his hand to find you work to settle Natasha's nerves ever so slightly. Wanda's next to deplane, her eyes bloodshot from crying the whole ride there, and she's the first of any to pull Natasha in for a hug. Steve was the last to deplane, a heaviness settling on his shoulders as he continues to ponder if this was all his fault—did he compromise your life?

"Now that we're all here, shall we begin?," Tony breaks the tense silence, holding back a shiver once he sees the daggers the little witch was staring into the folded over blonde., "They've got something blocking the tracking device in her neck, here's all that I have for it.," Natasha relays, shoving her semi useless tracker into his hands in the hopes that it'll mean something to him. Tony smiled solemnly at her, then he silently began to fiddle with everything he brought to get the process going.

"Nat, why do we think they wanted Y/N?," Cap asks as a way to hopefully gather more of an understanding on why they only took you, the man however gulped upon seeing the fire in her eyes., "Not sure Rogers, could be the bar fight they caused, or the Hydra mission you sent me on, jury's still fucking out on a cause."

Everyone in the room flinched as her voice had only elevated, making Natasha jump to her feet right after to leave the barn in search of solace. The last thing she wanted was to guilt trip, or make your friends feel responsible. Sadly her her attempts to find such peace proved really hard to obtain when the only person who can bring her back down to earth is gone. Eliana, and Jackson usually brought her said peace, but with their uncanny similarity to you all she could see is what she lost, and failed to protect.

Facing them alone was already hard enough, but when one can verbalize his worries over his missing mommy it only makes it that much worse. Eli's cries also wouldn't stop with Nat around, when just last week it was only her who could get them to, it's as if she knew her mommy was in danger just by looking to her. Natasha was hardly ever alone with them, and she never realized they picked up on that until she returned without you. They'd been ecstatic for about thirty seconds before the emotional turmoil Natasha exuded transferred to them, then it was wailing, and "Where's mommy?," and her already breaking heart couldn't deal, leaving the Barton's to handle the distressed children, while she ran out to sob some more.

Avoiding your beloved kids is the last intention she ever had, but as she sat alone on the rickety tire swing it was exactly what she was doing. Tears ran down her cheeks at the daunting reality that they may never get you back, that she might have to raise the children without your warm touch, and voice of reason. Everything she knew about being a mother came from directly mirroring you, you'd been her reference point for all things proper., "She's alive Natalia, I can still feel her."

Wanda could hear her horrid thoughts from a mile away, the idea alone of never finding you was enough to have infuriated her. Though the tie between you two wasn't blood, there was no doubt it was akin to that of siblings. Hydra was never kind to any of you, but she never forgot the way you looked out for her and Pietro, or how you took the brunt of the testing for their sake. You were their guardian angel, so after many years of forced separation, when they saw you with the Avengers, leaving Ultron wasn't even a question, it was just the answer.

Wanda's no stranger to loss, she's lost everyone who's ever meant anything to her up until this point, everyone except for you. There's no way she isn't going to get you back, even if she has to delve into the world of unforeseen spells. Not a thing, or person in the world would stop her on her conquest to saving her family., "We're going to find my sister Natasha.," her voice boomed through the air with conviction, and for what felt like the millionth time today your wife was crying, she didn't understand what even set her off, but she sobbed anyways while Wanda moved to hold her close for you., "We'll find her Nat... We have to..."

——

Though you couldn't see anything, you could feel everything, like the frigid air being pumped into the metal room in obvious punishment. IV's were attached to your arms, the same set that you couldn't move more than an inch without sharp pains shooting throughout you. Whatever they were pumping you full of made you drowsy, but you were prepared for such torture tactics by Shield, and that's how you've managed to remain awake this whole time.

Time eluded you for the most part seeing as how you'd been locked away like a princess in a castle waiting for her glorified savior in all those silly fables, but you were certain by the tick of the clock—that he placed here to taunt you, that at least forty eight hours had passed since he first made himself known to you. Strucker, the man who held you captive for years, and who you'd believed was dead up until this point now held your life in his hands.

Slimy hands that only sought out unyielding power and to also bring you immense pain. It's obvious that Strucker heard about your giving up of your powers with the way he's using the cold to ice you into a weakened state. It's likely he always knew they'd kill you eventually, you reckon that's why he didn't put up much of a fight to find you after you fled over a decade ago. If you weren't so fatigued you'd give him a piece of your mind, but more to the truth, he'd yet to return, and you weren't wasting energy yelling at him through the cameras.

So you lied there silently, your eyes fluttering shut for the briefest of moments before they'd pop right back open—he wasn't getting the satisfaction of a win, no upper-hands for him.

Funny enough, you were like the calm in the storm while lying emotionlessly on the bed, but unbeknownst to you, your prospective savior was in the state of a damsel in excess distress. Truly, you'd both managed to flip the script.

——

Hope around the Romanoff household had dwindled into nothing after over a weeks time, as Tony had yet to give the redhead any good news, and your wife was so distraught over this lack of progress that she'd only been getting about two hours of sleep a night, and was of hardly any use to anyone. Nightmares of all kinds plagued her mind every time her eyes were closed, and when they opened she was reminded that she was living in one just as bad. Wanda and Yelena had decided it best to stay with her in your house for the sake of the confused children. Wanda tended to Eli most days, while an injured Yelena usually handled all of Jackson's entertainment and needs.

Today though, Wanda had been urgently called into the barn by Tony and Steve, while Yelena was passed a grumpy Eli into her good arm. Jackson was whining for food, but the baby was crying, and Yelena couldn't manage both. Natasha went into the living room to decipher the fuss, and at the sight of the chaos she moved on autopilot, scooping up the little boy. Then she waltzed into the kitchen with the toddler clinging to her offered comfort, and she microwaved him a tray with chicken and fries.

The little boy whimpered when being removed from his mama's arms, she hadn't kept her comfort from him intentionally, and it ruined what was left of her heart to see him hurting due to her distance. He needed to eat though, so she settled his food before him, all was going well too as he smiled up at her gratefully, and she returned the smile, her first of the week. While she stayed to observe him she noticed he was only eating the fries with ketchup, and the chicken was left untouched. In an attempt to encourage him to eat the protein she dipped it into the available ketchup, but her face twisted when he looked at her in genuine disgust.

"Icky sauce.," he insisted while pushing her hand away, the former—potentially soon to be—widow's face scrunched up in obvious confusion. He'd literally just been eagerly dipping his fries into the ketchup with no issue., "Jackson, baby boy, please just eat the nugget, they're good for you.," she pressed the boy on tiredly, to which he loudly shouted back no, then continued to eat the fries unbothered.

"Jackson, don't yell at mama, and eat the damn chicken.," she herself yelled back, but she was instantly regretful as he flinched and looked to her with a wobbly lip, and eyes that were filling up fast with tears. A pained gasp left her when he shakily pushed her comfort away, he was sobbing, but wanted nothing to do with her. The confused look in his eyes was obvious, she had never yelled back at him before, she'd left the outbursts to you, and you were always so good at redirecting the non desired behaviors.

Natasha and you had agreed early on that you weren't going to be the parents that yelled at their kids for every little thing, that instead you'd lead by example, and the both of you would practice kindness, partaking in gentle parenting over the modern worlds harsh ways. Now, in one weeks time she'd undid it all, because the precious little boy looked at her as if she was the devil, Eli's sympathy wails soon filled the space, and it all broke her spirit even more., "Mama's sorry, I'm so sorry baby."

After removing the tray from his chair she gently placed her hands before him., "Baby, please look at mama, I'm sorry that I yelled at you.," the little boy looked up to her, glossed over eyes to resemble those of your own met hers, and she had to curtail the incoming sob at the heartbreaking resemblance. He needed her, the feelings she had would just have to wait., "Come here baby.," she pleaded desperately, watching as he worked through his options, and after only a second he launched from his chair and into her awaiting arms, she secured them around his tiny body, and the both of them cried together on the kitchen floor.

Yelena entered with the sniffling baby who, to her shock, reached for the two on the floor. After silently passing her over, Wanda entered the kitchen in a rush, the sight of the broken family cuddling causing her to steel her face., "What did the guys want?," Natasha's hoarse voice broke through the tense silence, but she was too focused on the kids in her arms to see Wanda's features twitching before speaking., "To see how you're doing, and quite frankly, the answer was not good Natasha.," she lies, and Yelena catches it instantly., "Let's get all of you off the floor and into bed for some rest."

Yelena notices how eager the witch was to get Natasha out of the way, she lets her know as such too when she glares her way but she still hangs back, and waits rather impatiently for the woman to return to the living room.

—

Strucker was amused as he entered your cell to find you humming along to a familiar tune. Your mind was entering a state of delirium he'd been hoping for, the German tune reminiscent of your old Hydra days, and he wondered why it was even a source of comfort for you., "Agent 22, time for you to come with me."

Internally you were cheering, you were playing into whatever game he wanted by appearing fragile, and broken to his preferred specifics. Staying in this room gets you nowhere closer to escaping, and you also knew that no one could track you on the basement floor of the base.

However, as his men hoisted you out of the bed, the first time in a week that you'd been made to move more than from the bed to the toilet directly to your right and back, you could finally feel the extent of your injuries, and you knew you couldn't fight your way out of here.

The burly men groaned as if you weighed ten tons when your legs suddenly gave out, and all your weight was left on them to carry. They let you know of their displeasure too as they were unnecessarily tugging on your injured arms. It was obvious to you that your right shoulder was dislocated in the free fall, while your left was just brutally strained. It was something you expected, because before losing consciousness you remember dangling from an oak tree by the wire of the grappling hook that you had managed to wrap around your hands.

Along with the dislocated shoulder you could feel all the tiny, untreated scratches on your face. They were itchy, and sore, along with all of the other marks you managed to get as the rocks and branches tore through the many layers you'd been previously taunted for wearing. Fortunately nothing too bad had happened to your legs, they're bruised up from hitting all the rock, but other than that they're fine. Having been unfed for over a week is what left you weakened, and thus unable to walk.

The men placed you in a cold, metal chair, and you groaned at the set up, tools of every type laid on a metal tray besides your body, and in front of you a man was setting up a camera. These setups only ever meant one of two things with Hydra, a morbid chance to say goodbye, or a hostage negotiation, that usually ends with a dead hostage, and a dead or captive savior.

"I bet you're wondering what your fate is.," Strucker reappeared before you, hovering and looking down to you with a devilish smirk., "You'll know in due time dearest one.," you shuddered at the old, nauseating nickname. The man smirked wider at your disgust, then he clapped your shoulders for an added bite of pain before moving to face the camera lens.

"Privet Agent Romanoff, and Maximoff.," your heart skipped when he addressed the two most important women in your life., "My beef is not with you Romanoff, but with your wife, and my very special girl Wanda.," the urge to vomit was at an all time high when he referenced her that way., "Sorry to you for destroying your family, but as an old friend of Dreykov's, I'm actually not sorry—call it an eye for an eye, will you?"

"However, I am willing to strike up a deal, I'm not a monster after all.," he feigns sympathy as he blatantly lies to your people, you know damn well that you're a dead woman sitting if they're not strategic enough about this., "If the witch willingly returns to my team, then I'll give you back the useless scraps behind me."

"Don't do it Wanda! You know it's a trap.," a fist connected with your face harshly, your jaw making a crackling noise as your head swung to the side. Blood trickled down your chin, and for a moment silence befell your form, but to all present parties shock you chuckled wildly, lifting your head back up to face them., "What? You think I can't take a punch?," you taunted the man, though your jaw ached intensely you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing., "schwache Hündin.," you spat at the man, blood landing on his cheeks, and in retaliation he head butted you rather harshly, causing you to bite your tongue in more ways than one.

(Weak bitch)

"Feisty as ever I see.," Strucker interrupted the chaos, his hardened gaze on your pained face., "Don't worry dear, the fun is just beginning.," he chuckled before facing the camera again., "Consider this your six hour head start mighty Avengers, that's how long Mrs. Romanoff here has before her life will be completely ended."

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Wanda is only gone maybe a few minutes, and as soon as she enters the room Yelena's in her face., "Why are you lying to my sister?," Wanda rolls her eyes, not really having the time of day for this., "For my sisters, and her own good.," she brushes right passed the confused blonde and heads straight for the door, but she pauses.

"I-Is Y/N...?," Wanda turns back to glare at her, her eyes phasing into a crimson hue, as tendrils of her magic move across her fingers., "No, and don't even hypothesize such a thing Yelena, might be your dream come true, but it isn't any of ours.," she growls, the low blow of her words not even an afterthought, her mind is only consumed with a need to save you., "That's not fair, we're family now, I-I.," she began to defend herself, but Wanda waved her hand about in quick dismissal.

"Yelena, I do not have time for this, I put her to sleep, the effects will wear off in a few hours, and by the time she wakes up I'll have Y/N."

"Natasha will never forgive you for going without her.," Wanda nods, a slight shrug to follow, with her back to the blonde., "Then so be it, but we both know she's in no condition to fight, and moreover, this is mine and Y/N's battle, no one else's.," she shut the door swiftly, an obvious finality on her chosen words that left the blonde to fall back in an anxious heap on the couch., "So not cool Y/N Romanoff..."

—

Everything in your body hurt, wounds that had only just started to scar over from your fall were ripped wide open again, the men were chuckling darkly with every cry you couldn't suppress, and your will to remain conscious was dwindling fast the more their varying actions went on. Fists of one pummeled into your ribcage leaving you breathless, while a scalpel was teasingly ran over your throat, lightly nicking the skin on occasion to keep you abreast of your looming fate.

Tears fell down your bruised cheeks, mixing with your blood as you gave up the front, the likelihood was that today was the day you died. You weren't crying over the physical pain, you were numb to that after about an hour, no, you were crying for the sake of your little family. Natasha isn't ready to be on her own, not that anyone ever is, but you know for her this'll be a true test to her strength, and though you love her, there's no faith she'd ever recover from the heavy loss. She'd told you almost daily how she couldn't live without you, and though it was a soft statement in the moment, the sentiment was all the same in the end; she meant it.

Eliana, and Jackson have barely just started, and now you've left them in a shattered family. Because there's no way Natasha won't end up resenting Yelena for this happening if it ends bad. It's all a bout of tragic ironic really, all you ever wanted was to fix their problems, and in trying to do so it appears you only made it ten times worse. At least before they were talking, the blonde just hated you, maybe it was selfish of you to want more there.

Had you just let her grow to like you, instead of pushing for a quick resolution, then the family would be intact, and you wouldn't be dying...

Harsh sobs began to rack your body as your most fondest memories ran through your mind all so suddenly. The first time you ever kissed Natasha; it was so vivid that it was if you were reliving it, a smile gracing your face in real time as you remember what it's like to feel her, to taste her lips, and it hurts to know it's over. Then as if to taunt you your mind moves to when she said yes to your marriage proposal, and then through all the many "I love you's.,"

Then the birth of your son plays, and the many moments after that you screen grabbed within your mind of his milestones. Standing out to you most was how Natasha was such a nervous wreck during that time, remembering all the many ways she tried to keep him safe briefly warmed up your freezing body. Memories of your daughters birth and every gummy smile she ever gave you flew through next, and it just left you praying for more; you needed time.

Those sweet little memories of the four of you on the couch, with Natasha rocking Eli to sleep while Jackson and you geeked out over whatever cartoon was on at the time, those were always your favorite nights. Natasha and you took turns gazing lovingly at the other, a sweet little game that always ended in a shared kiss over the slumped bodies of your children.

Once your eyes fly open, as if they were shut against your accord you gasped, the once silver room was decorated crimson, and the woman stood before you was as well., "Wanda.," you sighed in relief, then as your body knew you were safe, you'd slumped into her arms, all the adrenaline now leaving you in your true state. Wanda gently maneuvered you comfortably within her hold, then she flew out the hole in the roof that she'd previously entered through.

A monocle dangled from her hand, a trophy she collected in proof of her success...

—

Natasha woke with a start, hands searching for you, but soon her body shook with the knowing sobs that the lovely dream had ended. Reality was far more bleak for her, but she still softly smiled at the sight of your sleeping children. One against her, the other in her bassinet, and she decided there that she needed to get it together for their sake, you'd want her to do it.

Just as she began to process through some of her grief the door to her room flew open, and an out of breath Clint entered., "We have her."

Natasha stumbled out of the bed, scooping up the sleeping baby, while Clint grabbed a now awake Jackson., "Mama?," he tiredly whined, and Natasha rounded the bed to kiss his cheek, "I'm right here my little love.," she reassured him, once he felt secure in that knowledge he snuggled into Clint, and the duo ran out of the house, speeding passed a confused Yelena.

Once she heard the car tear off she knew what was going on, she smiled to herself at the good news, but then she frowned upon noticing the dullness in the lived in space. Nothing about your place felt right to her now that you were apparently back. She knew from stories told that you absolutely adored the holiday that was Christmas, so she called the men in from the barn, and the three planned out a miracle.

It might be December 30th, the holiday having passed on by without a celebration, but it didn't have to mean that all hope was lost.

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Natasha ran straight into the infirmary, a sigh of relief left her seeing from afar that the lying little witch was drenched in the blood of her enemies, and with just the briefest glimpse of your hair her anxieties settled. Then she heard your laughter as she got closer, stilling in her move to reach you, she allowed the sound to reverberate around her mind for a moment. Her lip trembling as she never thought she'd hear such an angelic sound again, and with that she was running to get to you once more.

Your head lifted off the pillow when the doors slammed open, and your heart fluttered in your chest at the sight of your beautiful wife running towards you. Her hands shakily held your face, and her lips steadily pressed into yours, the both of you choking back a sob at the touch., "Detka, oh my gosh, I-I can't believe it's you."

"In the tattered flesh.," you teased, and she chuckled at your tasteless joke, then she turned to Wanda with a glare that would scare off the burliest of men, but the witch only winked., "Told you we'd find her.," she held up the cracked monocle, and Natasha beamed at the sight before pulling the gross witch in for a tight embrace., "Thank you.," the witch hugged her tighter at her soft whispers., "Mhm"

"When can she leave?," Natasha asked as she looked at you being healed, her heart wouldn't truly settle until you were in the house she built for you, full of every safety feature she could have ever imagined courtesy of one Tony Stark., "Tomorrow evening.," Cho sounded off from behind., "My cradle can only heal her so much, so the shoulder will take time, but on the bright side Y/N's body is still advanced from her Hydra years, so I anticipate the sling for a week, and with proper physical therapy she'll be good as new in a months time."

"Where are my babies?," you whined, causing the women to giggle at your loopy state., "Sleeping in the old man's lap, I'll bring them in once you're out of this scary contraption.," she offered, you pouted, but even in your loopy state you knew she was right to not bring them in when you looked so scary., "Perfect."

"Yeah, you are.," Natasha whispered against your forehead as her lips laid there, lingering in their place for what felt like an eternity, and if not for the promising future laid out before you both she'd probably let them linger forever.

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Natasha was cautious as she settled you into the front seat of the spacious car, even though you'd been cleared by Cho to do so yourself, she wasn't really a fan of not holding onto you., "Ready to go home, moya lyubov'?," her lips pressed to yours after you nodded, and she pulled away with the calmest smile afterwards. As inconspicuously as you could you wiped the sudden tear from underneath her eye, her lips pressed to your palm a in silent thanks, then she finally managed to leave your side, just to resettle down next to you in the drivers seat, her hand holding onto your thigh as she drove.

Wanda was in the back with your smiling kids, and you locked eyes with the witch through the rearview mirror, she didn't have to read your mind to understand what your were saying. She smiled warmly, letting you know that she loved you just the same, you were the sister she never had, but always wanted, and your thanks were unnecessary, but she nodded anyways to acknowledge them, and only then did you relax fully into your seat for the journey back home.

Natasha was in a state of disbelief as she put the car in park, the previously barren house was outwardly decorated for the holidays. Something she herself usually did at the start of the month, but the trip kept her from it, and then the motivation was clearly nonexistent when she didn't have you around to celebrate with. Honestly, she was a bit put off by them at first, they were almost too perfect, resembling that of the finest houses you'd see in movies like The Grinch.

Brightly colored lights were strung across the trimming of your house, a string of faux icicles hung over the stairs, with a sprig of mistletoe nestled in the center of the bright blue lights. Blown up characters in their Christmas attire from Scooby Doo and Winnie the Pooh sat off to the left side of your house in pretty alignments. A perfect layer of snow adorned the ground after last night's storm, giving off a Winter Wonderland vibe. Mini snowmen were built in your family's likeness directly in front of the right bannister, an old crown of Wanda's was placed atop of one of them, making the witch in the backseat cover her mouth as she held back a sob as the notion overwhelmed her.

Natasha was about to gently awaken you, but your sons shrieks beat her to it., "Mommy!," your body jolted forward, you turned to face him but he shook his head, finger pointing away., "Loot! Pretty wites!," your heart soared at the sight of the decorated house, and in a moment of childlike glee you bursted out of the car, ignoring the shiver of your body in favor of appreciating the joyous atmosphere., "Natty! It's Christmas!," you knew it wasn't, that the holiday had passed while you were gone, but you weren't wasting the opportunity to pretend as if it hadn't, you were going to celebrate.

Natasha shook her head in amusement, lightly chuckling as she hastily approached you to pull you into her warmth., "I can see that lyubov'.," her tone was soft, but held an underlying layer of surprise that told you she didn't plan this. Noting the vest over the snowman beside yours you knew exactly who'd orchestrated this, and it warmed your heart to see the complete 180.

Gasps of further shock left both of you as you entered the house, Natasha held Eliana, while Wanda walked in behind you holding Jackson. There was a gorgeous tree in the corner of the living room, with soft white lights to create a calm ambiance, a sparing array of ornaments adorned the sprigs, you smiled when noticing the rest sat in a tattered box besides the tree. Stockings lined the chimney, with a silver garland weaved around the stocking holders.

The grunt of frustration from your right pulled your attention away from the living room. Entering the kitchen you snorted at the sight, Yelena's hair was up in a messy bun, the apron she wore was covered in various powders, she was glaring at the smashed eggs in her hand, and in an instant you were moving to help., "No, Y/N, I got this.," she brushed you off, trying once more to use her good arm to crack the egg into the bowl for the holiday cookies. After another failed attempt you physically bumped her hip, then before she could protest you cracked two eggs simultaneously with your good hand, and her mouth fell open., "How?"

"Years of practice, I've been fixing breakfast with a child on my hip for nearly three years.," you snorted as the blonde just stared at you., "I'll teach you all my tricks one day Lena.," the blonde crashed into you, an overwhelming need to hug you, because after all that had happened you're the only one who's treated her without any malice present., "Thank you for doing this by the way, really lifted my spirits."

"I'm sorry.," she squeaked, causing you to twist about then lift her face to look into her eyes., "This wasn't your fault, it was a battle of my own, and Wanda's. You did your very best, and you deserve to feel the joy of Christmas too.," you booped the younger girls nose in a moment of weakness, her pout was truly adorable, and you've become soft since motherhood., "Go make nice with Natty, and send me Wands."

Wanda entered the kitchen with a knowing smirk, with the snap of her fingers she had an apron on, and Yelena's mess was wiped away., "My forever partner in crime.," you teased the platonic love of your life, and she winked your way before pushing you aside to work at the dough, and you settled on the counter to watch.

You used the leverage to peer into the living area, watching as Natasha allowed Yelena the honors of putting the star on the tree, to which she shared the responsibility with your son. Lifting him up onto her good shoulder, and cheering encouragingly as he finally got it., "Good job Jacky boy.," your wife beamed, and your heart soared when he shot into your wife's open arms without a moment's hesitation like he had done in the past., "Mama! I did it!”

Wanda looked to you with a proud smile, then sent you a knowing look, telling you to go join them, and that she'd handle the cookies, and the fixing of dinner. You settled a kiss to her cheek, then giddily joined your family in the living room, the warm welcome was great, but when Eliana reached for you over Natasha you actually burst into the happiest of tears, then with Natasha’s help you held the sweet little one on your lap on the couch as she babbled.

After your wife and you snuggled on the couch with the littles for awhile she noticed the time., “I’m gonna go get them ready for bed lyubov’, you rest, then we’ll set the holiday mood with a film before their bedtime.,” you were slightly shocked to see the initiative she was taking to keep up their routine, usually she just followed you around, doing as you said, but this newly found confidence was really hot to you, and your wife picked up on your sinful thoughts just by the way you gawked at her in lieu of answering., “We’ll be back shortly.,” she pecked your lips, then scooped both kids up, and left with a knowing smirk upon her face.

Rudolph was put on the TV as soon as Nat returned with squeaky clean babies in their matching reindeer pajamas that you and Nat also planned to wear to bed tonight. Wanda joined the lot of you with floating bowls full of paprikash, beverages for all and a plate of fresh chocolate chip cookies that you sneakily ate one of before even touching your dinner.

Eliana fell asleep within five minutes of having her warm bottle, and you relished in the sweet, warm feeling that enveloped your whole body as she snuggled even further into your hold. Then you looked over to see your son babbling to your wife, who enthusiastically responded to him, even when he’d said nothing of substance. Even—especially-with the kids swapped out, this was still your favorite form of bonding time, nothing strenuous about it, just loads of giggles and cuddles to warm everyone’s hearts.

—

After you settled the kids in bed, the two of you returned to the living room to ensure it was ready for the “Christmas” morning. Wanda and Natasha set out the cookies and milk, then took over gift wrapping for you and Yelena who were sat on the carpet in focused collaboration. Doing your best as you used your good arms to get the presents settled, but it was nothing if not the ugliest wrapping you’d all ever seen.

Yelena and Wanda eventually said their goodnights as they left to head to your guest bedrooms that were really just their rooms at this point, and just as soon as the space was in perfect order Natasha reached for your hand., "Dance with me?," the way she bit her lip in a fit of nerves filled your heart with nostalgia, the happenings of your first date were much the same; you took her hand, allowing her to gently pull you into her body, and for her to instruct the AI in your space to shuffle Christmas hits.

"I'll be home for Christmas.," Natasha's arms tightened around you., "You can plan on me."

"Please have snow and mistletoe, and presents by the tree.," Natasha cautiously spun you around, light as a feather to not harm your good arm, and you giggled when you landed beneath the mistletoe., "Christmas eve will find me, where the love light gleams.,” her lips pressed all over your face before pressing to yours for only but a second, because she was more interested in staring at your face to really solidify to her mind that you were truly here.

“I'll be home for Christmas.," her eyes were shining as they looked into yours, the pain in her heart was melting away right before you., "If only in my dreams.," Natasha's lips crashed to yours, the kiss held passion, but their was no true heat to the lip locking you'd engaged in.

"I'm grateful that my dreams actually came true.," she whispered against your lips, and though you could feel that she was smiling widely, her voice still cracked as she spoke., "YA lyublyu tebya, printsessa.," her lips moved against yours again, her tongue slipping passed your parted lips, as her tears transferred onto your cheeks, but neither of you cared as the salty taste of the careening droplets fell into your open mouths. The overwhelming need to feel one another, to become reacquainted with the other's taste was far too strong to worry about such things., "I love you so much Natty."

"Merry Christmas.," Natasha beams as the clock strikes twelve, you giggle then lean in to kiss her once more., "and a Happy New Year."

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To Be Mine Forever

Natasha Romanoff x PlusSizeFem!Reader

To Be Cherished (Previous)

To Be a Family (Next)

Smut—18+—Minors DNI

Smut—Cockwarming(R), Strap(R), Marking(R), Oral fixation(R), Subtle Dumbification, Top!Nat

Warnings—Mean/Jealous Steve Rogers, sticky relationship with food, fat-shaming, insecure!! reader, insecure!! Natasha (mentions of previous trauma). Violence!!

This shit is long(8.9k), but at this point what do you expect from me? Drabbles aren’t my style obviously.

Please do enjoy this angst/hurt-comfort/fluff mix up, I hate to admit it but I lost so much sleep over this 😂

Here you were, straddling your lover while she sat on her lush satin couch in her home office, thick thighs nearly trembling as you tried your hardest not to settle all your weight atop her. Natasha had you warming her cock while she finished her residual paperwork. Having muttered something about being "tired of your teasing" when you simply delivered her some breakfast and a mug of tea in your lace panties and loose t-shirt that fell just below your butt.

"Honey, I can feel you straining, just relax."

———

Natasha then leans back from her desk to really face you, eyes instantly falling to your lip that is nervously caught between your teeth, then they travel to see the subtle beads of sweat that are coating your forehead, but mostly she sees the familiar pain taking up residence in your eyes.

Work was long forgotten when she realizes how deeply you've fallen back into the dark place. After nearly a year of being together she'd believed you were past this; that you understood that there was nothing she couldn't handle, but more importantly that you knew you weren't something that needed to be "handled."

"Stop worrying honey, how many times have I told you that you won't hurt me?"

"Natty, I'm too —."

Her lips surge forward to cut your statement off, absolutely hating the way that you're so willing to speak about yourself in the negative, and therefore refusing to let you do so.

"Don't you dare finish that asinine statement." She pleads against your lips, voice slightly wavering as the sadness in her heart bubbles to the surface.

As soon as she pulls back her hands settle on your plush hips, and without warning she slams your body down with relative ease. Groans of pleasure fall from the both of you as the hilt of the strap brushes against her clit, and the faux shaft then moves deliciously against your walls. Your head falling forward against her shoulder as you try to desperately regulate your startled breathing. Nimble fingers gently scratch at your back, her right hand having remained underneath your oversized shirt, while the other caresses your cheek, thumb gently stroking over your skin.

"Moya lyubov', what's going on in that pretty little head of yours? You're perfect... I just wish you could see yourself the way I do, and for you to speak of my precious angel in the way that she deserves. You deserve kindness.."

"Natty, I'm too much, it's just an obvious fact."

Her hips thrust up in an attempt to cut your words off again, even more proof that your size has never been, and never will be a problem for her, but she was too late.

"You know, I have the mind about me to go around and put an end to all your exes for ever making you feel this way, maybe also for even touching you but that's besides the point here." She breathes out angrily, arm wrapping around you protectively as her hand squeezes your left side in a bruising manner at the mere thought of anyone else having you in the ways that only she gets to, and to then take that precious time with you and bring you nothing but pain just pisses her the fuck off.

"You are not too much Y/N! Definitely not for me, and if you were told that by anyone else then they were just a weak ass individual who found some perverse joy in breaking beautiful girls such as yourself... You shine so brightly that they felt it was their job to dull you, but I promise it was always them, and never you."

As if to prove her obvious point to you she hoists you up, and her defined muscles that are visible to you hardly even strain as she does. Holding you firmly against her with only one arm while the other haphazardly clears her hardwood desk off before she's gently setting your bare ass on the edge, strap still being enveloped by your needy cunt.

"Natty, the desk..." You whine through your arousal induced labored breathing.

"Is a piece of replaceable furniture, and just for good measure I promise you it will still remain standing once I finish wrecking you in the only valid way." She lowly chuckles out as two fingers suddenly settle before your lips in a silent command.

Obediently you part your lips, allowing the redhead to push past them to gently brush over your tongue before they're prodding at your throat. Doing as is routinely expected of you, you close your lips around her digits, graciously allowing her to pacify you.

"Good girl... Quiet, just like I like it when you say such silly things... Let daddy fuck some sense back into your 'college educated' brain..." Natasha mocks with an accompanying chuckle as you suck upon her digits in a silent plead to urge her on.

As if she'd needed it, as if fucking you hadn't been at the forefront of her mind since she woke up this morning to see you asleep with your ass naturally up in the air. There's a reason she'd been packing when you entered her office, and she already had every intent of fucking you senseless today, so really you just gave her the final push to get it started.

"Don't worry angel, I'll help you to forget all about those deceitful thoughts, remind you again just how perfect you are..."

Natasha slowly removes her fingers from you against your mouths clear resistance, spurring on a fit of adorable whines, and amusing the woman beyond belief. She leans in to use her own lips to hopefully placate you for just a brief moment, while she reaches back to wipe your drool from her fingers onto her thigh.

"I know I said to be quiet, but you know how much I love to hear your pretty sounds detka, so don't you dare hold back." Natasha rasps, her hot breaths fanning across your already sweaty skin, while cold fingers make their way beneath your shirt in a satisfying way that cools your heated skin.

Those same fingers then move to wrap around the hem of your shirt, pulling it up to leave you bare before her, and completely at her mercy. Natasha's hands crawl up to settle upon your shoulders to lay you down against the hard surface; darkened eyes making sure to maintain eye contact with you as she slowly pulls out of you before just as swiftly thrusting back into your inviting pussy. Thoroughly enjoying the ways in which your eyes fail to maintain as they squeeze shut and your mouth falls open to gasp at the satisfying pressure.

The desk instantaneously makes a high pitched squeak, and Natasha watches in sympathetic amusement as the fear flashes across your curious orbs once they reopen.

"I said it would remain standing, not be silent." She lets out with an amused breath before picking up the pace, hips thrusting without fail as there's no resistance whatsoever from your dripping, eager cunt that's making an absolute mess upon her freshly polished desk, adding a second coat if you will.

Your sudden, desperate moans drive Natasha up the wall, her very own core throbbing with an unrelenting need that only you bring about, and so with the push of a button a pulse of vibration is being applied to her bundle of nerves to bring her some much needed relief as she continues to drive her strap into you.

Strong arms wrap around your thick thighs to hoist you up, lifting your hips up and allowing the strap to delve even deeper within you, reaching that spot that has you seeing stars, and leaves you a gasping mess for the redhead to marvel at while she expertly strokes the tip of the strap over the spongey area repeatedly.

Hands snake around to grip your supple waist, settling within the deep curves of your body to pull you closer while she continues her thrusts. Pulling and pushing simultaneously to override all of your senses, screams of immense pleasure leave you while Natasha works you over—leaving you a sweaty mess, and looking unfazed herself as if it takes her no effort at all.

“Oh fuck… daddy it feels so good…”

Natasha’s right hand slips between to apply the much needed pressure to your clit, slowing her movements down only to watch as you come undone for her and fuck do you look beautiful as you do. Looking down she sees your slick arousal that coats her strap as well as her thighs, then she’s lightly gasping at the forming pool on her desk that is slowly dripping down onto the carpeted floor of her office.

“Fucking hell angel, you sure are making a mess of my desk.”

“Sorry daddy…”

“It’s okay honey, I know you can’t help it.”

When she goes to start back up though she notices your subtle face twitches, and the silent winces whenever your body slams into the wood, and this newfound urge to keep you comfortable takes over her mind. Very suddenly she lifts your body off of the desk, both arms sturdily wrapped around your waist as she locks you against her and your glazed over eyes peer curiously into her own as she pecks your nose.

Her soft lips happily fall to your breasts to nip at the delicate skin while her legs reflexively take your conjoined bodies across the hall and into your room with a fresh new wave of ideas running through her mind to make you scream.

Natasha's movements had hardly relented as she obviously intended to fuck you dumb, the positions might’ve changed but her goal never did, and as you approached your seventh climax you silently pondered if your vagina can actually survive this woman’s unending stamina.

“Da-Daddy, please… It’s too much…”

"I'm not stopping until you say it detka, you know I could go for hours..." She grunts as she sinks her teeth into your shoulder to steady herself, the vibrations on her clit bringing her crashing down once more while she just continues to fuck your pussy raw.

"I-I..." You stutter, struggling to say the simple phrase, part of you not wanting this to end, even though you're beyond the point of pleasure now—teetering more towards the unbearable painful end of things.

It's just that the words she wants to hear don't feel right, they feel like nothing short of a lie, and it hurts to even consider the idea of such. You know it hurts Natasha to see you like this, so even though the words are caught, you do your best to convince yourself of their truth.

"I'm be-beautiful." You sob out, tears readily hitting the sheets, and Natasha's head whips up to take in your pained expression.

Lips tenderly touch down onto your forehead, then they trail down the bridge of your nose until they land on your lips, gently moving against yours for the briefest of moments.

"Now say it like you mean it detka, like you could honestly believe it, because it is true." Natasha whispers against your cheek, tongue poking out to rid your skin of the salty tears before she pulls back to stare deeply into your eyes.

"I'm beautiful..."

"And?" She pushes for more, and you know exactly what she's looking for, and something about the way she looks at you makes it easier to say, the heaviness in your chest subsiding as you give in to saying those two words.

"I'm enough..."

Natasha's beaming smile warms your heart, eyes full of love stare deeply into yours, working overtime to will you into seeing the truth, to understand that you're a masterpiece worthy of the Louvre, with a beauty and smile worthy of replacing the Mona Lisa.

"There you go... I knew my smart girl was in there somewhere... My beautiful, kindhearted angel just needed some help remembering..."

"Yeah, and now she needs an ice pack and a nap..." You croak through a yawn, and your lover falls against you in a fit of giggles, causing you to groan as the strap that's still very much inside of you moves painfully against your overworked walls.

"Sorry detka..."

Natasha carefully removes herself from you, standing beside the bed to remove the faux appendage before climbing right back into the bed to settle besides you.

"Get some rest honey, we'll clean up after our well deserved nap..." Natasha gently whispers, then she aggressively maneuvers you onto your side without so much as a word, shifting behind you to throw her arm over you, hand naturally settling around your boob.

"All that just to hold my boob?"

"Shh... It's like my emotional support object." She playfully whispers against your bare shoulder, smug smirk glaringly obvious, and you just sigh as you place your hand over hers before drifting off into a deep sleep.

—

Natasha had woken up after the rejuvenating nap to see your sparkling eyes already staring at her, your hair was a jumbled up mess, and your lips were residually plump from this mornings activities, and perfect for kissing. Natasha always cherished this moment of waking beside you, to her you'd never looked more beautiful than you do after the both of you make love, covered in her marks, and blanketed by a peaceful, loving aura.

She sleepily smiles at you, grateful to get one of your dopey ones back in return, but before she could even say anything your stomach had interrupted her, announcing its hunger which subsequently led you to hiding your face in the pillow on instinct, and a frown had settled over the redheads once smiling face in response.

"Malysh. You're supposed to be hungry after all that we did, if you weren't then I'd be worried... Lord knows I worked up an appetite too..."

Natasha shifts your body until you're flat on your back, then she settles her hands besides your face while hovering over you. Perfectly defined arms trap you in while she smiles at you before placing a tender kiss upon your lips.

"Tell me detka, do I need to continue fucking some sense into you or do you understand?" She asks as her lips trailed down to your ear, her knee having shifted between your bare legs, firmly pressing against your sensitive core.

"No, I-I understand..." You painfully get out, squirming away from the uncomfortable pressure, and so the knee is swiftly removed while the body hovering above you shakes with accomplished laughter.

"Good... Now, let's clean ourselves up, then we'll go out for dinner—my treat."

"Nat, It's always your treat..." You complain lightheartedly, deep down you enjoy the way that the far better off woman spoils you, but you definitely have plans of your own to "repay" her in due time.

"It always will be..." She concludes, hands firmly pulling your back flush against her front before she reaches over you to turn the shower on in your shared spaces bathroom.

"Yeah? What if I wanted to treat you for once?" You pointlessly ask while running your hand under the water to test it out, and swiftly pulling back with a wince as the frigid water runs down your fingers.

"Detka, you are the treat." She says as she places wet kisses to your exposed shoulders, and you mockingly restate the phrase under your breath at the same time, receiving a harsh pinch to your hip in retaliation.

"Hey! It's true, even when you're being a brat." She whines, lightly biting into your shoulder as a subtle warning before she's spinning your giggling form around by the hold on your hip.

"...you're still all that I want and more Y/N..."

"Who knew the Black Widow was so cheesy..." You lightheartedly tease because crying wasn't necessarily on your agenda for the day, but the soft look in your eyes told Natasha all that she needed to know.

She leans you up against the ceramic wall tiling, your eyes shining as the words she mutters work their way deep into your heart, ducking her head down she kisses over the marks of the morning past while your hands held her close, fingers entangled through her short red locks, gently scratching at her scalp.

"Honey, we'll never make it to dinner..."

Natasha smirks, placing a few more kisses for good measure before she reluctantly pulls back, calloused hands moving to delicately cup your sweet face.

"Moy idealʹnyy angel... Oh how I love you so..."

(My perfect angel)

Natasha tenderly pecks your lips, then as her hands go to finally check the temperature you throw her off by stopping her to cup her face instead. Bewildered green orbs settle upon yours, the softness they exude never fails to shock her, but it definitely serves to warm her equally as tattered heart.

Gentleness has never really been her experience with love, every time she'd fall for another it would either be unrequited or they'd only use her for her body, or Avenger status. Which is why she worked so hard to offer it to you in your time of need, but for some silly reason she had never expected it in return. She'd never felt deserving of it, so she brushed off the idea that it would ever happen, but here you were—her angel, healing every crack that ever settled within her chest with your love.

"Natty— my personal superhero, I love you too. I'd like to even say you are the best thing to have ever happened to me—oh gosh, please don't tell Kitty Baby I said that or I'm dead... Not entirely sure what I did to deserve you honey, but I do know that you rightfully hold my heart captive in your hands."

After a sweet set of pecks to her face Natasha suddenly deems the water temperature to be just right, and you let her, moving passed her rapidly falling tears. So the both of you hop in for a relaxing shower; tending perfectly to one another's needs all the while exchanging the sweetest of kisses in between movements.

—

Natasha decided to give your fragile heart a break, pulling up in her corvette stingray, even when all she wanted was to have your arms wrapped securely around her while she weaved through traffic just to get you to cling tighter.

"Where are we going?"

"My lips are sealed..."

"Natty..." You whine like a petulant child.

Natasha just giggled at your antics, playfully turning the music up to drown your whining out, and like normal settling her hand on your exposed thigh for the entirety of the ride.

You gave her an inquisitive look as she parked the car in the back of the lot. Wanting to keep you surprised as she has actually been planning this night for weeks. Natasha unfortunately has a mission next weekend which falls on your anniversary, or at least that's what she's about to tell you, so tonight is really just a mock up of what could be, or better, what's to come.

Against your pleads she'd placed a blindfold over your eyes then guided you with an arm wrapped around your waist towards the dinner joint, which was a place you'd always dreamed of going, but never had it within your budget. Natasha had promised to bring you here, it just never fit into the schedule, but now it did.

"Ta-da." She exaggeratedly whispers, untying the bandana then watching your face light up at the sign before the both of you.

"Natty! No freaking way..."

She pulled your excited form into her for a hug, kissing the side of your forehead before pulling you through the entrance of the Melting Pot. Natasha had reserved the table for two option, having left all the rest of the decision making up to you. The ambience of the restaurant was perfect, dimly lit, and just lively enough to let the both of you enjoy your meal in your happy bubble without it being awkward.

"So detka, what's the consensus?"

"Okay... So, Wisconsin Cheddar. Caesar Salad. Steak Lovers... Then, Smores!"

Natasha nods, stomach fluttering as she knows the steak lovers was definitely a nod to her, even when the date was truly meant for you.

Heart incredibly full as she saw your eyes light up once dipping the bread into the pot and apparently experiencing the 'coolest cheese pull' of your entire life.

"Hey, angel.."

"Hm?" You mumbled over the chocolate/marshmallow covered strawberry as you lifted your head up to look at her.

She chuckled at the sight of your messy face, thumb wiping the graham cracker crumbs from the corner of your lip, instinctually sucking them off before she continues talking.

"Well, tonight was a bit more important than I'd let on..."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, as you know, next weekend is our anniversary, but sadly Fury has assigned me a mission that same day..."

"Oh, Natty, it's no worries... I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to give you my heart. It's really cute that you planned today as a replacement though, I really appreciate it."

"No—not replacement, just a place holder until I get back. This place is cute and all, but it's not where I'm taking you for our one year..."

"Well, whatever it is you have planned, I can't wait... Everything you do is perfect."

Natasha was happy that you'd taken the news so well, and it makes her even more excited for the anniversary plans she's pulling together.

"I'm going to use the restroom before we head out." You abruptly announced, motives not lost upon your girlfriend.

"Nice try detka, but I already paid before we ever sat down..." She chuckles over her wine glass, and watches in amusement as you plop back down into your seat with your arms crossed over your chest and a pouting lip.

"No fair..."

"If you must, you can pay your half in kisses..." She offers as the both of you exit the establishment with your hands linked.

"Oh yeah? How many do I owe you then?"

"Well, with taxes, and the obvious inflation, I'd like to say one hundred kisses would suffice."

"Jeez, Nat please tell me this didn't actually cost you —."

You squeal as Natasha pushes you up against the hood of her car, cutting you off with a deep kiss, as is clearly her favorite pass time.

"I'll count that as five, leaving ninety five more to go moya lyubov'..." She laughs out boisterously while guiding you into the car then settling into the drivers side to take you home for a night full of cuddling.

—

Natasha woke up to find the bed was empty, well, more so lacking you because Liho and Kitty Baby were curled around each other in your designated spot to keep her company. Stroking the cats fur, receiving a purr in gratitude, and she smiles at the thought of your cats having grown so close to one another. With careful precision she managed to escape the bed so that they could be left in their serene bubble and also so that she could go pee, then she set off to find you.

As expected she found you were already working away in your office. The red light on the door indicating that you were in a private session with one of the youth's at the group home you worked for, so she couldn't enter.

Sighing in defeat she made her way to the kitchen instead, reheating the coffee you'd brewed and opening the fridge to find herself some breakfast. A smile takes over her face as she pulls the pre-made bowl of oatmeal from the fridge, throwing it in the microwave after pulling her mug out and reading the note.

'Good morning my sweets, sorry I couldn't cuddle you on your "day off," but I'm free to accompany you to the compound at say 10am? Please enjoy the nutritious breakfast I'd prepared, and yes, I did eat some.'

Natasha's quick to remove the food from the microwave when it beeps, pouring the brown sugar into the bowl, then topping it off with the prepared fruit. Moaning in satisfaction when she takes the first bite, having not realized how hungry she actually was, then a moment later she was groaning, hesitant in her movements as she pulled the green juice out of the fridge and read the secondary note.

'Don't you even try to pour this down the drain, because I'll know—drink up buttercup, you'll need your strength for your training... Can't wait to see you breaking a sweat (;.'

She lovingly rolls her eyes, then stands over the sink with her nose tightly clamped shut while she chugs the drink down in two gulps.

"That was disgusting." She visibly cringes.

"I'm glad you liked my smoothie darling." You giggle while walking in with your own empty dishes in your hand.

"I love you, but that's just going to have to be enough for you, because detka... That smoothie is quite literally liquid death."

"Okay Miss Drama Queen... Go get changed while I pack us some lunch."

It's funny actually, because if Natasha was left to her own devices she'd only "survive" off of coffee, peanut butter sandwiches and whatever unsavory snack she could get her hands on. It's exactly what she did before you, but now most day's she is provided with three well balanced meals, and energizing snacks to keep her going.

"Not until you pay off your debt." She chides, lips puckered, and ready for the pleasurable contact she now craves every morning.

"After last night I could've sworn I'd repaid my debt, but please tell me Natasha, how much do I still owe you?"

"Five, plus another five for doubting me, and another ten as a generous late fee... Move quickly, or you'll find it going up by the second"

You stare at her dumbfounded for a brief moment, then the next you're striding across the kitchen once she begins to count.

"21..22..23.."

For once it's you who cuts her off with your lips, choosing to settle for deep, intense kisses full of love, and only once your lungs burn do you separate from your lover's luscious lips.

"Now, are we even?"

"One more please, then yes.."

You laugh at her adorable plea, pecking her lips, then sending her a warning glare when she attempts to pull you back in for more.

"Go." ... "Fine."

—

The compound was relatively quiet, all the Avengers seemingly spending their day off elsewhere at the time. With your hand securely in hers Nat drags your body into the kitchen where you throw the prepared lunches into the fridge, a third one made for the only person you can actually call a friend around here.

"Y/N/N!!!"

"Wands!!!"

"I guess I'm no longer relevant here..."

"What are you two doing here?" Wanda asks, ignoring the grumbling assassin while jumping into your open arms and settling into your comforting embrace.

"Thought I'd join Natty for her gym session since I had an early day anyways, the kids are off on an outing, so most of their sessions got moved to tomorrow instead."

"Well, please do come find me when you're both free, we can have lunch together."

"Perfect, because I brought you some of my garlic chicken wild rice soup that you love." You yell back as a 'not-at-all-jealous' Natasha pulls you off in the direction of the gym.

—

Natasha was doing her stretches, and you were sat across from her on a mat attempting to mirror her movements when the doors were abruptly slammed open. Bucky walked by with a barely noticeable nod as he headed off towards the weights, while Steve lingered in the doorway observing you two. Natasha didn't fail to notice the way your demeanor changed so abruptly at the sight of the super soldiers.

Being near 'Captain America' himself made your skin crawl, the handful of solo experiences you had with him were more than enough to tell you he was bad news. It was also no secret that Steve hadn't taken it very well when he found out Natasha was seeing someone, and even more so when he found out it was you.

Initially you thought it was because you were an outsider, then you considered it might be because you were a woman since he was from the olden days. Eventually though it came back to where it always did with people like him. Whenever Nat was forced to be away from you while here he'd find a way to use it to his advantage, using your size as a talking point:

"Y/N, if you really want to make Natasha happy, then maybe meet me in the gym and I can whip you into shape,"

"I just don't see the appeal, just such an odd pairing you two are, doesn't it feel odd for you to be with her?,"

"You're just too much, but somehow also not enough, I don't get what she sees in you Y/N. Is it like an unfavorable fetish?"

His attempts to deter you from Natasha though aggressive never seemed to accomplish much. The words hurt, but it was nothing you weren't used to; you didn't want to be the reason there was dissension amongst the Earth's mightiest heroes, so you had decidedly kept it to yourself. Honestly, it was his glares whenever Nat was near you, or the judgmental stares whenever you were sharing a meal at the compound that really got to you.

You'd somehow learned to control your thoughts around Wanda, and convinced yourself that his words would 'roll right off your back.' No matter how much you'd thought it worked, it was obviously not the case since every piece of confidence Natasha had instilled in you over the year has all but faded away.

"Hey Nat." Steve greets with a beaming smile, completely overlooking you, and you shudder at the sound of his voice.

"Rogers." She curtly greets the irritating man, her attention rerouted back to stretching right away, but if she's being honest she's really just looking at you, and your sudden fallen face has her feeling rather uneasy.

Steve saw he lost—never had—her attention, then in pure pompous asshole fashion he turns his attention to you as well, and in what was the biggest mistake of his life he voices his thoughts.

"Hey there Y/N, I didn't see you there, which is obviously a bit shocking, I'd ought to get my eyesight checked huh?" He laughs out in greeting, Natasha's scowl deepening at the obvious slight, then rage is at the forefront of her mind when she sees you anxiously picking at the chub rub induced lint on your joggers.

"I'm glad to see you've finally taken my advice and made it into the gym, come on over and maybe I'll show you—."

Steve's head was promptly thrown to the left as Natasha's fist made contact with his jaw.

"What the actual fuck?"

"Why are you talking to Y/N? More specifically why are you talking to her like that?"

"Oh, Y/N and I have playful chats like these all the time." He snarks, voice dripping with faux friendliness, and your head falls once your lover turns to you for the confirmation.

"You! It's you that did this to her, all I did to convince her she was enough, that she wasn't too much for me and here you are secretly destroying her confidence..." Natasha seethes, pointer finger jabbing into his chest as the pieces continue to fall into place for her.

"It's not a crime to encourage someone to better themselves Natasha, and Y/N could definitely do to better herself, it's just a fact."

Natasha has a moment of deja vu hit her at his words. Waves of nausea roll through her at the realization that it was more than just backhanded, coded conversations, he was planting the specific thoughts in your mind.

"Natty, it's okay, let's just go..." You whispered, walking up from behind her and lightly tugging on her arm but she turns to you with an unrelenting expression, lightly softening only when she sees your embarrassed expression.

"Respectfully detka—no, I can't do that, because this is far from okay."

Natasha gently pats your cheek then turns back to the smug faced super soldier, hands firmly on his shoulders, repeatedly shoving him into the wall as the festering anger accompanies every word she says.

"Y/N has no need to listen to you, you fucking deranged asshole. She's a beautiful, and kind individual who literally devotes her time to helping others, and you have no right to make her feel any less than because you're jealous."

"Jealous of what Natasha?" He shouts, the bitter tone giving way to the obvious truth in her statements, shoving Natasha back a few inches when angrily puffing out his chest.

This insane, nearly comical urge to protect your more than capable lover takes over your body causing you to rush forward to shove him away from her, and he wastes no time in swinging his fist at you, but Natasha catches it and uses her hold on him to keep him still.

"Come on Y/N, show me what you're made of, I'd never hit a lady, but I'll gladly make an exception since you're built like a —."

Natasha—queen of cutoffs—Romanoff punches him in the jaw once more from the right, then again from the left, blood now trickling down his chin as the blows slammed his teeth closed around his tongue.

"Fuck you!" You shout out a bit late, decidedly standing up for yourself, allowing those overwhelming feelings of resentment take control after the many months of silence.

Boldly your fist connected with his gut, which in hindsight wasn't the best idea since it did hardly any damage to the soldier, and has left you in “serious” need of a trip to the med-bay.

"You know what, you two deserve each other. Of course the only person you would ever get would be the undesirable fat girl. I mean, after all, you're nothing more than a corrupted monster of a woman, a damaged piece of a—."

His venomous words through light laughter had you pissed off, so your foot having a mind of its own makes brutal contact with his crotch, Steve loudly groans at the impact that has him bending over in pain, cutting his words short.

Natasha then knees the man in the face as he keels over from your low blow, a loud cracking noise sounding off the walls of the compound gym. Her heel slams into his chest as he is teetering, digging it in even deeper as his burly body finally hits the mat, and she hovers over him while shouting.

"I didn't want you before her, I obviously don't want you now, and there will be no after her!"

"Natasha, you're making a mistake here, we could be everything together! The IT couple, the world would be far more accepting of us then they'd ever be of the two of you."

Natasha laughed maniacally at the man beneath her, stepping off his chest to instead box his arms in with her legs while replying to his pathetic backpedaling pleas.

"You might be right Rogers, but that doesn't make it right, and if we're being honest here I've never much cared for the world anyways. Y/N is the ideal partner, she's: kind, helpful, loving, beautiful, oh God is she beautiful, more importantly though she takes care of my heart, and has never thrown a trauma in my face."

She leans down with a devious smirk, hand gripping tightly onto his hair to yank him up before continuing on.

"Let's be clear here, you might be America's perfect golden boy, but I see right through you, your heart is made of stone, that's why we never would've worked. Y/N, well she's ten times the person you'll ever be, and contrary to your baseless belief system she's beautiful just as she is."

She concludes with a rough slam of his head to the floor, stepping away to collect her unpacked bag and then you. She approaches the door, looking back to see Bucky had helped the soldier up, a glint of happiness crosses over her eyes at the sight of the disheveled man. As she's swinging the door open she's also clearing her throat to address him one final time, not even sparing him another glance as she does.

"Hear me now Rogers, if you even so much as look at Y/N again I'll have no problem with ending you, and anyone else that you rally."

Natasha pulled you from the gym with urgency causing you to nearly trip over your own feet.

"Nat, honey, why don't you slow down..."

She pulled you into an empty meeting room, crumbling to the floor in the same instant that the door was slamming shut, and you were just as quick to pull her up and into your lap. Delicately cradling her head over your beating heart in the hopes of calming her back down. Then sending off a quick text to Wanda before using your other hand to lightly caress the warm skin beneath her shirt.

Her sobs were nothing short of heartbreaking, the cotton tee shirt you'd worn soaked through already as her tears sting your shoulder, bringing you to shed a few tears of your own as her anguish passes right on through you, and settles deep within your soul.

"Honey, we should talk about what just happened..." You manage to get out, holding yourself together as best you can.

Natasha's head shakes in the negative, hands gripping the hem of your shirt, tugging lightly but you redirect her by placing your hand over hers, refusing to let her bury herself in you.

"You're not a monster Natasha, please don't let that idiot put you back there."

"But I am..." She chokes out, body trembling with another fit of sobs and she rotates her body until she's straddling you, clinging to you like a koala, desperate as can be to be as close to you as possible.

"No, none of that honey, you will not speak of my Natty that way, so since you've been regretfully made to think otherwise, I'll remind you of exactly who you are..." Your dismissal is immediate, lips finding her temple to leave a lingering kiss.

"You're Natasha Romanoff aka the Black Widow, hero to the world, and an inspiration to so many little kids; you've dedicated your entire free life to fighting for a world that you truthfully owed nothing to, and you still don't. No matter what though you continue to show up for them, because you just care so much."

"I-I..." She stutters, not really sure what she wants to say, face instead burrowing further into the crook of your neck.

"That's okay my love, there's so much more. You are also Natalia Alianovna Romanova, the same frightened little girl who's childhood was ripped away from her, who above all else still somehow managed to live through a lifetime's worth of trauma and come out the other side. The fact that you're not cold hearted at this point shows just how good you really are, and we both know that monsters aren't good."

Her tears now directly falling against your neck, slowly trailing down your skin, and breaking your heart that much more as you push through.

"Monsters don't feel Natalia, they don't tremble in their lovers arms after fiercely coming to their defense. They don't have nightmares about the pain they've caused others, the same pain that was forced upon them. They don't spend every waking day taking care of everyone around them until they're collapsing into their bed at night without even so much as a complaint. Natasha, you are the furthest thing from a monster."

“Honey, look at me…” You coo, hands massaging her shoulders as you coax her to pull back, and once she does you lean in to kiss her trembling lips before continuing on.

"Most importantly to me though you're my Natty, the woman who approached me in a bar, stalked me through a diner, and who's saved me from myself countless times already, who's loved me beyond reason, and who I intend to spend loving for the rest of my days.”

“Really?? The rest of your days?” Her strained voice asks, if you weren’t so close you’d hardly have registered what she asked.

You chuckle at her question, nothing malicious, just finding it humorous that she’d ever doubt how desperately you love her too.

“Well yeah, thought it was obvious that you’re my endgame silly. Every morning without fail you wake me with face kisses, and then you are the one who holds me down most mornings just for five more minutes of cuddling and though I might grumble about it but deep down we both know I love it. You’re the one who fills my tank every Sunday, then returns with a crazy gas station gift just to make me laugh after a rough week. You respect my work, my space, and your love for me never wavers. I’d be a fools to let you go Natasha."

Her fingers twitch as they settle upon your cheeks to pull you in for a needy kiss, then she whispers against your lips: “Be mine…”

“I am.”

She pulls back to look into your eyes, nose nuzzling against yours while her fingers remain on your cheeks.

“No, Y/N, say you’ll be mine forever.”

Her words implications are not lost on you. They’re made clear to you by the sheer amount of desperation you see hiding within her iridescent eyes.

“Are you serious?”

Marriage is a massive next step, being the product of divorced parents yourself the topic is something you tread over lightly, and Natasha knows this.

However, you’ve also never loved anyone the way you love her, and you’ve never had anyone love you much the same; it’s really a no brainer.

“Of course I am… I even had this elaborate plan for next weekend, but I just can’t wait anymore, I went and got Mama Liz’s blessing, and the ring is back home in my gun safe, and you haven’t said yes yet, but I have so many plans for us detka, plans for a life worth living.”

“What about the mission?”

“It was the get Y/N to marry me mission…” She shyly mumbles, and you smile at the adorable woman sat atop your lap, the same one who’d just scarily beaten a man up in your defense less than thirty minutes ago.

“Well, I think we can say it’s a resounding mission accomplished…”

Natasha squeals, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck, and placing nonstop kisses to the entirety of your face as the excitement overwhelms her body. After the excitement settles though Natasha climbs off you, pulls a chair up, then reaches out to grab your hands.

“Detka… Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry Nat, but I didn’t want to make your life harder, you just love Avenging so much.”

“I love you far more.” She interrupts you, hands lightly tracing over your bruised knuckles, and her tears are falling once again.

“I’m fine Natty, I promise.”

“I’m supposed to protect you detka, and I can’t exactly do that if you don’t let me know what’s happening.”

“It’s just, it was nothing I couldn’t handle Nat.”

“You should never have to handle something like that detka, plus Steve is a pompous asshole who needed his face rearranged anyways.”

You giggle at her words, then there’s a rather loud screeching heard off in the distance. Natasha’s hold on your hands suddenly tightens at the mysterious occurrence, but then the door slams open to reveal a seemingly innocent Wanda with lunch in her hands.

“Do we even want to know?”

“Shh, just taking care of some business.” Wanda jests, winking your way before settling down to share a meal with her very best friends.

—

Not even a week later are you stood in a city hall office in your dream wedding attire with your forever stood behind a set of doors you’re meant to walk through. City hall isn’t the most accommodating, but they did indulge you with the spotify playlist that queues you to enter, your wife to be did in fact save the city enough times to earn such privileges.

Natasha was wearing a gorgeous, white two piece suit with a red undershirt and a matching handkerchief with a nervous smile as she not so patiently waited for you to finally make your way to her.

The elevator like music traveled through the room to signal you, and Wanda—much to the civilian’s dismay—opened the doors for you with her red tendrils, and Natasha turned to face you with a rather bright smile. Mama Liz was stood at your side, frail as she may be there was no way she’d miss out on giving you away. With a sloppy kiss to both yours and Natasha’s cheeks she’s escorted off to the side by Clint.

“Alright ladies, we’ve already signed all the necessary paperwork, so now it’s time for you to exchange a few brief words.”

Natasha looked to you with eyes brimming with happy tears, and shaky hands that you immediately took into yours to ground her.

“Y/N, I never thought I’d find love, I’d honestly written it off, and so on a night when the world had become too much for me I set off in search of a reprieve, and I managed to find it with you. My beautiful angel, you captured my attention, then over the span of a year you’ve managed to take my battered heart into the palm of your hands and breathed new life into it. I love you Y/N Y/M/N Romanoff , and I can’t wait to call you my wife.”

“Natty, I want to thank you for stumbling into the bar that night, because you truly saved me. I’d been just going through the motions, living a life full of dread, and you just swept me off my feet—damn near literally, and every day with you since has been an adventure that has made my life worth living. I’m so ready to start this life with you, and I can’t wait to see where it takes us.”

Though the man was talking both of you were hardly even listening, stood across from one another as you silently anticipated sealing the deal, “I do” muttered in quick succession before Natasha pulled you in by the fabric of your clothing, and passionately slammed her lips to yours, kissing you like there was no tomorrow even though you were both literally here to set your collective future in stone.

Mama Liz, Wanda and Clint watched on with tears in their eyes, and Yelena stood there with an obvious mask on. Wands was actually against the whole “shotgun wedding,” having wanted to plan something more extravagant for her best friends, but now that she’s stood to the side as a witness she’s happy it all played out this way.

“Well that was disgusting…” Yelena whispered to the witch who responded with an elbow jab to the blondes ribs and a muffled sniffle.

The clearing of a throat reminds you that there was definitely still people present in the room. Also, that your slot time was definitely up, having taken the concept of brief and thrown it out the window. Natasha’s hold never wavers but you manage to pull back with a sheepish smile thrown to the man before your whisking your grumbling bride away from the “altar.”

“I was promised mac and cheese cups!” Yelena grumbles as the lot of you exit the city hall doors, and you chuckle to yourself at the blondes show of faux annoyance, having learned to see through the mask of an assassin rather quickly.

“Follow me then your highness, after all today is all about you.” You jest, reaching out for her hand and she graciously accepts it and begins to tug you off towards the car.

“Yes, finally someone who understands. Y/N Y/L/N, this is why you’re my very favorite.”

“Romanoff!!” Natasha corrects with a fixed glare, and you observe the devious smirk on the blondes face as the two of you walk ahead.

“Welcome to the family Y/N/N, I promise that I will protect you with my life.” Yelena suddenly says, hand squeezing yours before she’s ushering you into the car and placing your seatbelt into the lock for you.

“Thanks for having me Lena, I am lucky to have you as a sister. For you I promise to always have mac and cheese in my cabinets at the ready for your impromptu visits.”

“And hot sauce?”

“Of course…”

She smiles then nods before her mask is back up, and she’s shutting your door to return to teasing her sister, and you watch fondly from the car as their bickering turns physical and Clint and Wanda are working to break it up.

This is it, the life you’ve always wanted, with a family of banded together misfits to call your own.

——

Footsteps could be heard in the otherwise quiet hallways of your house, they weren’t nearly as quiet as they thought they were. Turning in your chair you smirked as you noticed the sudden shadow beneath the door, so you finished off your mug, checked the time to see it’s currently 7pm, and shut your laptop down.

Today your sessions were purely on call since the holiday’s were nearing, and the children were indeed struggling with the concept of being displaced for the Christmas season.

This game you played was honestly your favorite, all the power was yours in this office, with the simple flick of your wrist you’re more than certain that door will be flying open. Relinquishing the power is easy though, so you do exactly that, the outside no longer blanketed in red, and the knob was instantly shaking.

“Oh my gosh, finally you’re done Mama!!!!! Mommy said you need to get your butt downstairs now because the fate of the Christmas cookies depends on it!” Avery, your five year old daughter shrieks.

“Yeah! Our house standing does too!” Sam, your four year old son deadpans, and you fight back the loud laugh at his not so subtle dig.

“Alrighty you two, out of mama’s office.”

They stare at you challengingly, and you roll your eyes at their antics before abruptly lifting them up and then flipping them upside down. With careful steps you carry the both of your giggling children down the stairs while your hands occasionally dig into their sides. Natasha’s head shifts from the babbling infant in her arms to lovingly watch the way that you toss the tiny bodies onto the couch.

“Again!” Sam shrieks, and Avery is quick to agree with her brother, but all you do is ruffle their hair and deny their pleas.

“These cookies won’t be ready for Rudolph if I don’t get started now, how about you to go get ready for movie night, first one down gets the first cookie.”

The kids take off up the stairs, and you take that as your queue to enter the kitchen, putting your “Kiss the Chef” apron on, and your wife jumps at the opportunity to press her lips to yours. After she’s gotten her fix she pulls back with a pleased sigh, and you meet the eyes of your youngest daughter who immediately smiles up at you.

“Look at mama’s perfect smiling baby, I just wanna pinch your chubby little cheeks…”

“Hey… If I knew starting a family meant I’d lose all your attention I would’ve never agreed to it.” She grumbles in playful regret, as if adopting the three siblings wasn’t her idea to begin with, not that you weren’t right there behind her though.

“How could you say no to this face, huh?” You baby talk while scooping Eliza from your wife’s arms and move to make the batter.

“I couldn’t…” She relents, then follows your form around the kitchen like a lost puppy, leaning against your back as you stir the ingredients up in the bowl with one hand.

“Exactly…”

“Can you believe it detka? Our first Christmas as a family… We’ve come so far.”

“Yeah, just three years ago I was a single woman working in a bar, and now I’m a married mother of three making Christmas cookies with my clingy wife.” You tease.

“Give me my baby back, I’m leaving.”

You hold the baby up high, causing her to giggle at the obvious nonsense taking place, agreeing only to pass her along in exchange for a kiss. Natasha then leaves you to it, settling on the couch to play with the lively baby, and you sneak a peek in to see your perfectly crafted family all snuggled up together on the couch, and your heart warms at the sight of your wildest dreams come true.

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So Sorry

Natasha Romanoff(G!P) x Fem!Reader

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TW: Allusions to sex/mentions of body parts.

She Used to be Mine (Part 1)

Broken (Part 3)

Natasha had attempted to sleep, as her body genuinely ached from her mission, but between the distraught babies, her aching heart, and her racing thoughts she'd gotten maybe fifteen minutes.

———

Natasha was pretty certain she was being punished for all of her lifetimes worth of transgressions. After countless hours spent trying to calm the wailing infants, Natasha was at a loss; she found herself crying along with them, as no amount of cooing, or rocking was helping. It was obvious they missed their mommy, and she couldn't blame them because she was in the same boat, but they were distracting her from the only real solution—finding and saving you...

The babies cries were breaking her heart, as she wandered aimlessly around her apartment to find anything left behind by you to soothe them. She'd wandered into what used to be her office, halting at the sight of the completed nursery, and a steady flow of tears made their way down her cheeks.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

"Natty..." You whine, as you dramatically thrash around in her bed.

She turned away from her paperwork on her desk to face you, face softening as she sees your adorably pouting face.

"Yes, detka?"

"You said if I came over to your apartment that we could cuddle..."

"I know, just give me five more minutes to finish this packet. Hill dropped it off right after I'd invited you over..."

She watched in slight amusement as your face contorted, pout deepening, as a hint of jealousy flashed across your eyes.

"Yeah, I'm sure she did." You huffed, then turned away from your girlfriend, not wanting her to see just how upset you'd gotten.

Natasha swiftly abandoned the paperwork in favor of quelling your obvious insecurities, feeling your obvious change in mood.

"Detka..." She whispers, as she crawls into the bed from behind you, and her heart twinges with guilt at the sound of a light sniffle.

"Oh sweet girl, you have to know you're the only one for me.." She coos, as she places a kiss to the nape of your neck, and wraps her arm around your waist.

"I'm not sure that I'm enough for you Natty..." You humorlessly chuckle out, while fiddling with her fingers that are draped over you, and silently cursing yourself for crying over something as trivial as her ex delivering her paperwork.

"Hey, little dove, please don't talk about my precious angel like that.. You're more than enough, far more than I'd ever deserved."

You rolled around to face her, shaking your head in dismissal of what she said, and she leaned down to kiss at your wetted cheeks.

"You make me want more than I've ever wanted with anyone else. They were all just lessons learned, stepping stones on my road to you."

"So cheesy..." You giggle out, and she smiles widely down at you, then pecks your lips.

"You, moya lyubov', you're all I want. With you, I see a future full of love." She continues on, as her finger taps your chest for emphasis.

"Really?"

"Of course..."

"What all do you see?" You ask, shaking with anticipation.

She gently pushes you to your back, then moves her body atop of yours, and settles her head directly atop your chest, over your heart, and your arms wrap around her instinctually.

"Well, first, I see us getting engaged, in the cheesiest way possible. I'll make sure Lena's there so she can gag over it."

You chuckle, and your heart soars at the redheads apparent plans.

"Bold of you to assume I'd say yes." You playfully mumble, and she lifts her face to gaze at you with a quirked brow, then tucks back in.

"Anyways... Then comes the wedding, that I'll make Tony cover the costs for, because he owes me and I just want you to have nothing but the best. After the wedding, I'll take you to travel the world, then by the time we'd come back, our dream home will have been built. We'll live off the land, a few acres away from Clint, and then we'll start our family. Adopt a few fur friends, then spend all of our free time bumping nasties until we have a baby of our own."

"Bumping nasties? How romantic..." You groan in faux disgust, and she props her chin up on your chest to smirk up at you.

"Sorry, make love..." She playfully condescends, then crawls up to place a firm kiss to your lips, then pulls back to stare down at you with loving eyes as she finishes off her speech.

"I can see it now, you'll be waddling around the house, while I'm working to put the nursery together. I'll make Yelena and Clint help with the furniture, while Wanda and I paint the walls a neutral color and cover it in animals. There will be examples of our love all over, reminding our future babies just how coveted this family is. It'll be perfect detka, we just got to get through a few more years of Avenging and making espressos..."

"I'd love that..." You mutter through your tears, and she litters your face with kisses, until she eventually lands upon your lips for a brief moment.

She swiftly wraps her arms around you, flipping your bodies, pulling you into her chest, then pulling a blanket over your bodies.

"Let's nap lyubov'." She whispers, then places a kiss to your forehead.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

After moving over the heartache at the sight, she'd started looking for anything to help her as the crying had ceased to stop.

"Mama's trying here, I'm so sorry..."

She eventually stumbled upon the swings in the closet, then she decided to clean the infants up. She placed them into one of the cribs, then collected a massive amount of products. She started by giving them a sponge bath on the changing table, one by one, before using the lavender lotion on them in an attempt to calm them.

"Hey there little guy..." She coos, as he stares up at her with wide eyes.

"I'm your mama, you didn't get to meet me yet because I'm a big old dummy, but I'm here now..."

She placed a kiss to his cheek, wiping his cheeks of residual tears, then swapped him out with his sister, as she repeated the process.

"You're a feisty one." Natasha chuckles as she stares down at her, she might look like her redheaded mother, but she’s definitely got your attitude.

Your daughters face never wavered as she glared up at Natasha, clearly taking after her in the field of trusting others. The middle of the night bedtime routine tore her walls down though, as her eyes began to droop with every move of Natasha's hands as she rubbed the lotion into her skin.

"I know you miss mommy, I do too... but I promise you I'll do everything I can to bring her back to us. We'll get to be a family."

Upon dressing both up in fluffy onesies, she'd taken them to the living room, and set their whining forms in the playpen while she warmed up some breast milk for them. After feeding, she had placed the twins into their swings that she brought out with her. They started to cry slightly, so she got the idea to lightly cover them in your unwashed tshirts, and that seemed to do the trick in finally getting them to calm down, and to eventually fall sleep.

Then she started a pot of coffee, and took a moment to revel in the silence. It didn't last long though, as she quickly moved to call in a team of reinforcements.

"Natasha? It is three in the morning, what could you possibly need? Shouldn't you be getting reacquainted with your future bride?" Yelena groans, then quips suggestively.

Natasha sighs, and Yelena tenses on the other line as she utters two words:

"Code Widow."

"I'll be there in five."

Natasha then texted Tony, and Wanda letting them know that she's in desperate need of cashing in her favors with them. Not shockingly, the both of them replied with no time to spare, it seems all the Avengers collectively suffered from insomnia, and more so, all of them loved you whenever you'd been around.

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"Detka, are you ready?" She asked you, as the both of you stood before the Avengers tower.

"You mean to meet your family? The same family that also happens to be a badass team of superheroes that saves the world together? Yeah, of course, I'm totally ready, and not at all freaking out."

She chuckled, then spun you until your front was flush against hers, and leaned in to peck your lips.

"Sweet girl, you have nothing to worry about... They're quite literally just a group of goofballs, and Wanda, nothing intimidating about them at all."

"One of them literally turns into Shrek on steroids if you upset him, and you told me he'd had that crush on you..."

"Yeah, maybe don't call him that..." Natasha says through her laughter, then continues on.

"Also, that crush was surface level, it was over once he found out I didn't like men, and had a dick of my own." She boldly states, and you cringe at her crassness.

"What if they don't—."

"I'm going to stop you right there, they're going to absolutely love you detka. Now, let's go." She affirms, as she tightens her grip on you and pulls you towards the common room.

—

You'd all been enjoying a casual flow of conversation, as everyone took the time to get to know more about you, when Tony's face suddenly lit up with mischief.

"So, Y/N, what mind control did you use to make Natasha this happy? We could use someone with powers like yours on the team." Tony asks, taking a jab at the obvious difference in Natasha's behavior whenever you're around, or brought up, to when she's alone with them.

"Well, for starters, I'm not a pretentious billionaire, with a beard and mustache that barely connects, who for some apparent reason can't bother to wear a better cologne then a variant of Old Spice." You nonchalantly state, as the Captain chokes on his tea, and your girlfriends lips quirk into her signature smirk.

Tony gasps, as he playfully clutches at his chest, but before he could retaliate, you continue on.

"I'm also incredibly easy on the eyes and an amazing lay." You nonchalantly add, and the group of men's faces turn varying shades of crimson, and you smirk over the glass of lemonade Wanda had given you.

"That you are, and so much more." Natasha coos, then pulls you into her lap for a bruising kiss.

"Okay, ladies, we're still here..."

"Just because you can't manage to get any, doesn't mean you're allowed to cockblock Rogers..." Natasha grumbles against your lips, never once pulling away.

You giggle in response, and throw your face into her neck as they seemingly become uncontrollable. Said giggles subside rather quickly though as you move ever so slightly and you can feel her hardening beneath you.

"God, I love you two together so much! It's also so nice to have another girl around here." Wanda chuckles out, as she quickly hugs you both, then takes off towards the kitchen.

"I'm going to have to agree, Y/N, you seem rather fun. I can't wait for you to come to a Stark party." Thor boasts, as he also takes his leave, with a squeeze to your shoulder.

"Hurtful comments aside, I can already see us getting into quite some trouble together... Welcome to the family, kid." Tony mutters with a smirk and his gaze locked with the assassins.

"Back off, she's mine Stark." Natasha growls, and he winks your way, as he throws his arms up in surrender, and takes his leave with the quiet Bruce Banner following closely behind.

"It was lovely to finally meet you, I'm elated to know that Natasha's finally found someone that makes her this happy." Steve says, still blushing, as he holds his hand out for you to shake.

"See, I told you they'd love you..." She whispers against your ear, as she moves to place suggestive kisses along the side of your neck, while also tracing her fingers dangerously up your thigh.

"Yeah, I just had to put their leader in his place." You chuckle out, and she chuckles against you.

"Detka, Captain Spandex, and the retired Playboy might think they're in charge, but we both know who's really calling the shots." She playfully states, as she hungrily stares into your eyes.

"Yeah, who's that?" You whisper against her lips, as you've moved to straddle her lap, and slightly grind into her.

"Well, while they have their little battles over the title, mommy's usually the one actually getting shit done." She lowly growls, then slams her lips to yours, and grips you up by your thighs.

Running off towards her room with urgency, smirking to herself as you giggle against her shoulder��music to her ears.

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After the news of the breakup spread about the tower, they'd all been relatively shocked, and with little information given, the guys decided to give you ample bouts of space. Wanda had been on the mission too, or else she would've probably been there every step of the way...

Clint, ever the retired archer—he'd talked to you a handful of times, but you'd clearly pulled one over on the man. Never once did you inform him you were with child, nor in mortal danger with her greatest enemies, and he never picked up on it. Natasha had entrusted him to keep in subtle contact with you, and his kids love for you was always an easy excuse for him to have a reason to call you.

"Hello?" Clint groggily mutters into his phone, with his eyes glued shut, having only known who was on the other line based on the ringtone.

"Clint..." She shakily gets out, having instantly lost her resolve at the sound of her best friends voice.

"Tash, what's wrong?"

"Dreykov's back from the dead… She's gone... You're an uncle..." She relays, pausing with each statement, as she tried to get herself together.

"Be there in a little over an hour..." He cooly states, then she hears as he stumbles out of bed to get dressed.

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I'm sorry… Two words I always think… After you've gone

When I realize I was acting all wrong, so selfish.

Two words that could describe, oh actions of mine…

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Natasha took a massive swig of her coffee, letting the bitterness consume her tastebuds, while she anxiously waited for all parties to emerge. She carefully listened for the stairs, wanting to avoid the disturbance of the exhausted infants.

Yelena, true to her word arrived within five minutes, since she only lived in the complex across the way. Natasha quietly swung the door open, with her finger to her mouth, just before she could slam it open herself.

Yelena initially thought the place was bugged, but upon entering she saw the tiny sleeping humans, and lightly gasped.

"Oh my gosh, did you shrink Tony and Wanda?" She whisper shouts, almost sounding serious, as she looks up to Nat with curious eyes.

"This is no time for jokes..."

"I wasn't—." Yelena shut up once her sister glared her way.

"So, dear sister, it appears that I got Y/N pregnant the night I regretfully left her, and then our collective past caught up to me while I was away, and now she's paying the ultimate price for it."

"I-I'm an auntie?" Yelena asks, with unshed tears in her eyes, as she stares at your peaceful infants as they sleep, and her heart all but shatters at the news of your whereabouts.

"Yeah..." Natasha confirms with her head hung low, tears once again falling down her face.

"My vernem yeye, obeshchayu." Yelena matter of factly states, as she pulls her sister into her embrace, allowing Natasha the fleeting moment to freely break down before the others arrive.

(We'll get her back, I promise. )

"My dolzhny." She mutters, as she stares over her sisters shoulder with a protective stare falling directly onto her niece and nephew.

(We have to)

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"Detka, I'm home!" Yelena shouts, then you hear her groan, knowing that Natasha's "knocking some sense into her."

"Welcome home, dorogoy." You shout back, using one of the many pet names Natasha uses on you in an attempt to assist her in riling your lover up.

"What? I didn't even do anything that time?" Yelena grumbles, and you enter the room with your arms wide open, while laughing at the sight of the sisters wrestling on the floor.

Yelena jabs her sister in the stomach, then launches up into your embrace, wrapping her arms around you then spinning you both in circles. Natasha regathers her bearings, then keeps a neutral face at the sight, while internally her heart soars at the bond you share with her little sister.

"Okay, enough, put my girlfriend down." She commands, practically yanking your giggling form from Yelena's arms, and pulling you into hers instead.

"Oh, get your panties out of the bunch." Yelena playfully remarks, and you cringe at her incorrectly translated euphemism.

"I made lunch." You pipe up, interrupting their staring contest, as you wiggle out of Nat's embrace.

"Come get your mac and cheese while it's hot." You shout, laughter erupting from your chest as Yelena whizzes by you with her to go hot sauce in hand.

"Vykhodi za menya"

(Marry me)

"What was that?" You ask, while sliding her bowl in front of her.

"Repeat in English, and you'll no longer be able to speak again..." Nat rigidly relays, as she protectively pulls your backside flush against her, and you can only assume glares down at her sister.

"You two will be the death of me..." You chuckle out, and just turn in your lover's embrace, and lean into her warmth.

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Yelena's leg bounces, while she sits on the couch and watches over the babies, as the anxiety that you'd been right all those years ago floods her mind. Natasha's taking a shower, while the others slowly trickle in, and she enters the living room to see her closest friends sat before her sleeping babies. Normally the sight would warm her heart, but she's moved into 'Black Widow' mode.

"They're absolutely gorgeous, Nat." Clint states, as he sadly smiles up at her, trying to cut through the tension.

"So, is Laura available to keep them while we storm the world in search of Y/N?"

"Nat.."

"No! We're going to save her, and I want it done yesterday." She angrily mutters, and Yelena reaches up to put a hand to her shoulder.

"Sestra, calm down, and try to think clearly. The red room is methodical, and we don't have the Melina-Alexei avenue anymore, so we have to be strategic."

Natasha knew she was right, but it didn't lessen the urgency thumping in her chest.

"Nat, I know you have to have a tracking device of sorts."

"Already checked, they're using something to interfere with it, as I doubt they removed it from her neck."

The group goes over plans to execute, and for now Natasha agreed to leave it to Tony, and Yelena to find you. Tony already transmitted all data available to Friday, and Yelena's contacted some of her contacts from when she'd worked for Valentina.

Wanda's offered to look into the twins memories to see if there's anything she can gather. Natasha was rather hesitant, but after some pushing she was in; she'll agree to just about anything to get you back to them. Plus, whenever Wanda's entered her mind—besides in the battle with Ultron, it's been nothing more than a tickle.

"The subconscious is a rather interesting place, since they're so young, it's even plausible we'll be able to hear their perspective from in utero." Tony pipes up, further solidifying Natasha's choice to allow it.

Wanda gets comfortable, sighing in an attempt to rid her body of anything remotely negative. Then she enters Nikolai's mind, Natasha freezes when his face twitches, but she instantly settles back into the couch when his face calms.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

"Nice try, but I don't negotiate with the captives."

"Listen, if you want her to suffer, then you'll take only me. Allow me the next six months to have them, then after she returns from her year long mission, I'll leave them on her doorstep. The mere thought of knowing she could've had a family, had she not left, will be enough to break her. Then knowing that her plans to keep me safe also went out the door. Trust me, if you aim to crush her, then you'll do exactly as I said."

"Why should I trust you? You clearly love her, what's your motive here?"

"Well, Natalia broke me, left me behind to clean up the mess she made of my heart, and never once took my feelings into consideration. Then, there's the fact that without her I'm nothing, so if protecting these babies is the last thing I do, then so be it." You dejectedly mutter, watching as he walks away and directly out of the room with no response.

—

“Mommy’s precious girl, you look so much like your mama, it’s actually insane… You guys are going to be best friends, I can totally see it… Mama’s girl, and mommy’s boy…” You coo, as you sit before their tiny bodies, as you seem to he putting together a scrapbook.

“This is your auntie Lena, I’m sure you two will get into loads of trouble with her, I’m counting on you two to not drive your mama crazy though, because I won’t be there to keep her sane. Lena and Tasha have always been very reactive when they’re together.” You chuckle out, and they can see the tears you’re fighting back, as you are putting their individualized boxes together.

“I hope you two take after them, and always take care of each other. Protect each other from all the bad in the world, and love with all your hearts, but never be too trusting either. Your mommy will teach you all about how to have your guards up, but don’t let that same guard keep you from a life worth living.”

Your son started to pout, then your daughter empathized and copied him, so you’d placed everything aside, and moved to hover above them.

“Mommy loves you both so incredibly much, and if I am doomed to never see you again, I hope these videos fill whatever void I leave behind. No amount of time with you two will ever be enough for me though. You’ll be okay though, because your mama is going to love you so well, she’d always done so for me.” You shakily get out, before placing kisses to both of their cheeks, then scooping them up.

—

"Agent Y/L/N."

"Why are you at my place?"

"We noticed you're ridding this place of all your belongings, just wanted to make sure you're not stupid enough to run."

"Well, I'm obviously just cleaning up shop, now get the hell out of here, I still have two weeks before I've lost all my autonomy."

"That mouth of yours, lose it before your time with us comes, see you soon beautiful." The creepy man commands, as he drags his hand across your jaw.

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Wanda can feel the disgust radiating off your body, as your son practically absorbs the energy. She didn't get anything of substance, but it at least allowed them some insight on what's been happening.

Natasha's jaw clenched as she heard it all, then it remains locked as she has to hear as Wanda described the anxiety your fetuses felt when Dreykov practically baited you with them.

The widows see right through him, knowing his goal from the start was to have just you, but he, ever the sadist, wanted you to plead for it to be that way. Your children were of no use to him, as they’d require far too much attention, as he waits for the young girls to be at least toddling before he collects them.

Your words cuts straight through Natasha's heart, practically splitting it in two, and even though she knows it was a tactic to protect the babies, she also knows it's true.

She vows to hold you close, and never let go again once you’re back in her arms. You two will move far away and start your life together…

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When patience is in short supply

We don't need to say goodbye

We don't need to fight and cry

Oh we, we could hold each other tight tonight

We're so helpless. We're slaves to our impulses

We're afraid of our emotions

And no one knows where the shore is

We're divided by the ocean, and the only thing I know is

That the answer isn't for us… No the answer isn't for us

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You're currently lying in the same bed, losing track of time, as you haven't exactly left the cell and have no access to the sun since you're submerged in a constant state of pitch black. Your one meal a day is the only way you’re really staying aware of time, as you scratch marks into the wall.

You’d expected Natasha to have already broken the doors down, but you’re starting to wonder if she’d moved on from you in the year you were separated.

Were those flowers and chocolates for a new girlfriend?

The thought breaks your heart further, and now you just imagine her mystery girlfriend holding your babies close as if they were hers. Your stomach turns at the thought, causing you to abruptly launch up, leaning over the bed, as you begin throwing up the contents of your stomach. Your throat burns as most of what came up was acid, your stomach aches at the empty feeling, and your heart follows suit.

Sobs somehow wrack your dehydrated body for the tenth day in a row, the hope of ever seeing your babies again slowly dwindling, your spark was slowly fading out, and your will to fight was nonexistent.

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I'm sorry. Two words I always think. Oh after you've gone

When I realize I was acting all wrong

We don't need to say goodbye.

We don't need to fight and cry

We, we could hold each other tight tonight

Tonight, Tonight, Tonight...

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Yelena had heard through the grapevine that they actually weren’t sure what they were doing with you yet. Locations were never ever disclosed, so she was at a loss for finding you. All she could do was to plead with the powers that be that you’re somehow doing okay, that you’re strong enough to withhold the torture just long enough until they find you.

Natasha was breaking more by the day, she’d attempted down avenues of her own, but they all ended with nothing. So instead, she came up with a open ended plan for what to do once she’d finally found you. Clint and Wanda stayed with her, helping with the babies, and being at the ready for whenever Tony’s technology found you.

Tony was quick to get to work, but it proved rather fruitless for awhile, and after a painfully long three weeks, he'd finally gotten a hit off of Natasha's failing tracking device.

They'd found you…

Budapest, the nightmarish hellhole of her past…

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Chaos Ensues

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Reader’s a little shit, Yelena doesn’t help, and Natasha is fed up 🤪

Issa blurb; 640 Words

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You were driving the getaway car, Yelena sat to the right, while Natasha, your beloved, was sprawled across the entirety of the backseat. The sudden peace was consuming you, and you truly hated it, so without any provoking you ran through a stop sign on a rural road at two in the morning, “NO COP, NO STOP!”

“Y/N, what the actual fuck?!”

“Tasha, my love, no need to—.”

The blue, and red lights were quick to surround you, illuminating the once pitch black road, and you instantly swallowed your words.

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Natasha slaps your arm, “Y/N, what part of keep a low profile did you not understand?”

“Probably the part where you actually thought they were capable of doing such a thing.” Yelena mutters from your side, completely unbothered by your shit stirring ways, hell, she’s normally your partner in crime.

Natasha sighs, lithe fingers rub at her aching temples, “Pull over, and I’ll try to fix this…,” her words going completely unheard by you.

Yelena notices you pressing buttons, and it’s not long before she realizes you’re setting up the cruise control, then with a glance thrown her way she nods in understanding. You look back at your angry wife with a smirk, “It’s okay, they don’t know I know this hack…,” throwing an infuriating wink her way for good measure.

“Y/N, whatever it is, don’t you—.”

Before Natasha could put a stop to your shenanigans you were hanging out the sunroof, an arsenal of weapons somehow in your hands, “FUCK 12!,” with skilled movements you shoot out their tire, then throw a grenade under their carriage, “Wow, it’s beautiful.,” a trail of burnt rubber and various car parts lies in your wake.

Natasha’s mouth is agape as she takes in the slowly distancing scene, her mind eventually catches up to her as she yanks you back into the car, “What the fuck about that was low profile?!,” your smug expression proving to piss her off more, as she repeatedly slaps you.

“Chillax baby-cakes, they were Hydra…”

Yelena sucks in a harsh breath in solidarity as you continue to dig yourself down deeper; no longer are you comfortably in the doghouse, but you will instead reside six feet beneath it.

“AND HOW WOULD YOU KNOW THAT?”

“Because, sleeping beauty, they’ve been tailing us for the last few hours, after we left the diner half an hour ago I’d been able to confirm my suspicions…”

Natasha resettles into her seat, hands over her face as she goes over the last twenty minutes in her head, eventually coming to terms with having married an idiot, and desperately searching for a solution, “I want a divorce.”

“Ha! I’m non-refundable baby, didn’t you check the fine print of our paperwork? My dad added it in last minute, something about ‘I am so happy you’ll be taking Romanoff as a name, Stark never did seem to fit you well…’.”

Natasha groans, thrashing about in the backseat like a toddler who’s just lost their favorite stuffy, and you just return to driving the car as if nothing had just taken place.

“Natasha, don’t worry, at this rate Y/N won’t even last beyond the age of forty!”

You gasp, “How dare you! That is offensive!,” pulling off onto the side of the road just to glare at her, “I will never make it to such a devastating age, don’t ever say such a horrible thing again!,” and then you’re swerving back onto the road with a permanent frown.

“Detka, I’m literally thirty-seven…”

“What can I say, I might love older women, but I never said I wanted to be one…”

Yelena snorts as she sees her sisters fury filled eyes, “Oh Y/N, my sweet, sweet Y/N, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that for much longer…”

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Please enjoy this clusterfuck that came to me as I swerved through traffic on my way home this morning.

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Chapter Eight: Palmetto

Summary: Natasha experiences jealousy, Palmetto reveals it's darkest secret, and your questioning your sexuality. What the fuck happened?

Pairings: Devil!Natasha x Fem!Detective!Reader, Natasha x Wanda, Reader x Steve (exes, co-parents), Yelena x Natasha (sisters).

Warnings: Mentions/attempt of suicide, knives, jealousy, sexual suggestion (is there ever going to be a chapter without it? probably not). Read at your own discretion.

A/N: WHO SHOT MALCOLM? :o find out in this chapter along with some other bombshells, cheeky.

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Lux was pumping with people as Natasha walked through it, a stunning satin blue dress reflecting light to show off the entire dark to light range of the shade. She cheered on many drinks with her patrons, even taunting some of them with a playful smack and grab of the ass or a fleeting touch on their back.

But her favourite demon came up to the bar dressed in a stunning gold dress, held against her body to show it off. Messy hair made Natasha grin, knowing that a few hands had given the demon what she wanted.

“Wanda! You haven't wished me a happy birthday.” Natasha grinned as Wanda stood in front of her, drink in hand.

“The Devil doesn't have a birthday.”

“Well, I do now. I burned my wings, I feel reborn - it's my re-birthday party.” She chuckled.

“Reborn? As who?” The brunette snickered.

“Whoever the hell I want to be. It's exciting, isn't it?” She took a deep breath in as she examined her party.

Your ruby red lips catching her eyes instantly.

“Happy birthday to me.” Natasha giggled to herself, letting Wanda lean into her ear.

“How sweet. She brought a date.” She smirked before leaving, watching Natasha’s eyes fly to see Steve before your laughter made her come back.

“You said ‘drinks with a few friends’, you liar.” You teased.

Natasha admired the black suit against your body - of course, if she really desired, she could go back up and change into a matching one. She also wondered what hers would look like on you, giving her a hot flash over her body before she smirked.

“Well, you know, things got out of hand. Just the way I like it.”

“We brought you a birthday gift.” Steve spoke suddenly as you poured some shots, holding a jar of bright green liquid.

“Is that the royal ‘we’?” She asked.

“Whiskey with a pickle juice chaser. It's our station's birthday tradition.” You took the jar of pickle juice chaser and poured shots for all of you.

Her nose scrunched in disgust. “Lovely! How can I refuse? Can I refuse?”

Steve snickered at her antics. “Of course you can. And we'll always think less of you.”

You handed Natasha her shot glasses, whiskey in the left and pickle juice in the right before you lifted yours. “Here's to another trip around the sun.”

“Cheers.” She clinked her glasses with yours, watching you down the liquor and chaser with skill.

You smirked at her surprise expression, looking between the whiskey and pickle juice. “It's not bad, is it?” You asked.

“Briny! Let's find Wanda. She needs to try this bizarre concoction. She loves a salty aftertaste.” Natasha smirked at you, watching you shake your head in both laughter and disgust at her innuendo and dismay.

“I’m sorry, we're just stopping by. We have a department thing to go to.”

“Some of us work for a living.” Steve remarked.

“Well, that's your bad luck, isn't it? Come on, the party's barely started.” Natasha whined at you, watching you come towards her in a hug.

She leaned down slightly to hold you in the embrace whilst you went on your tippy toes. “Happy birthday, Natasha.” You murmured in her ear, kissing her cheek as you stepped back.

“Thank you, malyshka.” She replied.

Steve placed his hand on your back and led you out of the club, yet you were comforted by Natasha’s gaze on you until you were outside. You sank into the passenger seat of the car as Steve drove to the Paddock Lounge, almost the entire precinct inside.

“Are you sure you want to be here?” Steve asked.

“We can't be the only ones missing Malcolm's welcome back party. If we want to find a dirty cop, we have to look like team players.” You replied.

“Y/N Valeria!” A voice came from the crowd.

“Here we go.” You grumbled to yourself, turning around.

You easily recognised the man in the wheelchair as Malcolm Graham, his thick moustache clashing with his thin beard, the off-set parting of his dark auburn hair matching the colour of his facial hair. “You and I need to talk.” He remarked.

The bar went quiet.

“Sure, Malcolm.”

He pointed at Steve. “You back with this guy? Hmm? How-how, how long was I out? What, you get the sense knocked out of you, Valeria?”

“We're just, we're just, uh…”

Malcolm laughed at Steve’s attempt to ease the tension. “Just relax, guys. I'm just… just giving you a hard time.”

The rest of the bar went back to their business, some even laughing at his first joke.

“You finally got your sense of humour back, huh?” Steve snickered.

“Yeah, he's healing fast. Doc said he should be able to get rid of this chair in a couple days.” Paolucci patted Malcolm on the back.

You watched Malcolm groan as he stood from his wheelchair, guessing it was an aid rather than a necessity. “You tired of pushing me around, Paolucci?”

The partner chuckled. “Look at that, huh? The partner who will not die. Guess Heaven didn't want him and Hell couldn't keep him.”

The four of you laughed at Paolucci’s joke, Malcolm’s eyes meeting your own. “You got no idea.”

At his wink, you tilted your head slightly. Could he know about…?

Nah…

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“So I, I may have been... out of line last time I was here. But I did send flowers. And chocolates. And now myself, so, save the best gift till last.” Natasha chuckled nervously as she sat across from Kate.

The therapist wore a simple long sleeve with her trench coat draped over the chair behind her desk, her legs crossed in their jeans. She simply watched Natasha as her nerves played up, hands fidgeting and humour anxious.

“Not enough? No? You can invite a friend.”

“Why did you think I'd be mad? Was it because of this?” Kate stood, walking over to the wall to take a painting off, revealing the patchwork of the hole Natasha punched.

“I've found women, generally, don't like a person punching holes in things, yes.” The redhead smiled sheepishly.

“Natasha, our last session was a breakthrough.” The doctor sat back down in her chair.

“It was?”

She nodded. “You're finally getting in touch with your emotions. Letting your barriers down.”

Natasha leaned forward. “You see, that's part of the problem. I'd like them back up, thank you.”

“Why?”

“Well, because these emotions are… really inconvenient, that's why.”

“What's bothering you right now?”

“Well… As of late, I'm experiencing a very odd feeling. It's-it's like a... it's like a fat man sitting on my chest. But not in a fun way.” She stammered along, smirking at the end.

“And when is that happening?”

“Well, um…”

“When you're with the detective?” Kate asked.

“Yes. Well, actually, lately, when she's been with Steve. Her ex. Well, sort of. Uh... I don't know what she sees in that oaf.” Natasha clarified.

Kate chuckled. “Natasha… you're jealous.”

Natasha scoffed. “The Devil doesn't get jealous. I'm the one who inspires passion in others. I mean… you know that.”

“Mm, don't I ever.”

“Thank you. That's the appropriate response.” The devil thought for a moment, a light bulb going off. “Hold on, maybe it's not me. Maybe it's her.” Another light bulb. “You could fix the detective!”

“And how would I do that?” Kate sighed in defeat, knowing she couldn’t take Natasha off of this pathway even if she tried.

“Well, heal her douche fixation, obviously. Then she stays away from her ex, and then I get my partner back.” She smiled proudly.

The therapist sighed. “Natasha. That's not how therapy works. We deal with your issues. Not someone else's.”

Natasha scoffed, grumpy until she got a text from you.

Malyshka

-come here-

-dropped pin-

“Well, see ya next time, Katie.” Natasha blew her a kiss before walking out of the door.

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Natasha walked through the building to find the dead body surrounded by police. “Oh, dear! Someone's session went poorly.”

“Mm. Thanks for gracing us with your presence.”

Natasha looked over your tired form, a stripey black and white t-shirt covered by a beige trench coat, black jeans held up by your belt consisting of your gun and badge.

She smirked. “Yes, I had a previous engagement. Therapy twice in one day - so LA of me.”

“Dr. Bernie Shaw. Killed last night. No forced entry. Killer most likely knew the vic. The weapon was improvised. Seems like a crime of passion.” You reported to her, having already analysed the crime scene.

“Right. Yeah. Have you ever seen a therapist?”

You looked at Natasha incredulously at her random and slightly intruding question.

“You know, for your pent-up anger and your trust issues. And your attraction to very dull men.” She clarified.

“Let's just focus on the case, shall we?” You offered her a department-issued Surface tablet, a website already up.

“Well, I will, once it's interesting.” Natasha took it, looking at it with one glance before her eyes lit up and she looked back. “Oh! It is interesting. ‘The Cheater Therapist’?”

“Yeah, he encouraged couples to cheat to save their marriages. You can imagine how many people want to kill him.” You sighed, shaking your head.

“I can't, actually. Sounds like a great idea.”

“You don't save a marriage by sleeping with other people.”

“It can't hurt to try.”

“Pretty sure it can.” You stepped past the redhead, leading her to follow you out to a seating room where a man and a woman.

“That's the wife Alexandra. She was out of town and just got back to find her husband dead.” You murmured.

“Poor woman. Excuse me!” She yelled out, giving you the tablet.

“Your husband was the Cheater Therapist.” She pointed at the sniffling woman.

The man beside her stepped in front of her. “Hey, I'm not sure who you are, but this is not the time for judgement.”

Natasha scoffed with a smirk. “What? No judgement here, Tissue Lad. I think her husband's work was bang on!”

“I'm Detective Valeria. This is my associate, Ms. Romanoff.” You shook the man’s hand, but Natasha didn’t.

“Jonathan Medina. Colleague of Dr. Shaw's.” He introduced himself.

Natasha knelt before the crying woman. “Desire shouldn't be contained, it's unnatural. Your husband recognised that.”

“Bernie, h-he just wanted to help people. He dedicated his life to others. Who would do this?” She asked her, whimpering and sniffling.

“We'll find out, Mrs. Shaw.” You promised, gently tugging on Natasha’s shoulder to make her follow you.

“Yes?” The redhead grinned as she looked down at you.

“Every one of her husband's patients is a suspect.” You sighed in annoyance, but strangely, it wasn’t at her.

“Oh! Does that mean we get to dive into patient files? Read the deepest, darkest secrets of L.A.'s most unfaithful?” She rubbed her hands together sadistically.

“No.” You warned her, smacking her hands apart. “We can't look at them without a psychologist to protect patient confidentiality.”

“Perfect! I have just the psychologist!”

You frowned.

“Dr. Kate Bishop, from our first investigation together? Ringing any bells up there?” She playfully tapped your temple.

“The one that wanted to jump your bones? No. Not happening.” You shook your head.

“No, I really think she'd bring some impressive insight into the issues that you're dealing with. Uh, in the case, obviously.” She quickly added.

“I really don't. Plus, it's out of our hands. Court-appointed. A judge needs to sign off.” You explained, walking towards the exit.

She chased after you. “Do you, uh… do you know who will appoint the psychologist?”

“I think her name is Judge Tourvel. She’s our precinct’s normal judge for cases like this. Why?”

You really shouldn’t have told her that.

The next day, you scoffed at the note on your case file before driving to the psychologist office, seeing Natasha and Kate conversing over papers. You knocked on the door, still wanting to be polite to the doctor, but you glared at Natasha.

“Natasha…” You growled.

“Ah! Speak of the Me.” She smiled gleefully, turning to you.

“Out here. Now.” You pointed to the lobby, closing the door behind her.

You paced a bit as she stood there patiently in a suit of black on black, her hands in her pockets before you faced her. “What did you do?”

“Not what, but who, if you must know. But I try not to kiss and tell.” She grinned.

“I told you I didn't want to go with Dr. Bishop. We need someone impartial, which means not trying to get in your pants. What...?” You trailed off, her eyes just not focused on you which became evident when she walked around you.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Not really. Look. A new doctor's moved in. Dr. Belova. How peculiar.” She murmured.

“What do you mean?” You mumbled, annoyed that she was taking more interest in a name than a case.

“Well, Belova stems from the Russian word Bely, meaning white. It’s just… Never mind.” She turned around to face you.

“Now look, I assure you, Dr. Bishop is excellent. She trained at Stanford, she lectures at USC, she's got stacks of awards…”

“Since when are you her fangirl?” You asked curiously.

“Since I became a client.” She replied.

“You? You're really in therapy?”

“Why is that so surprising?”

“Natasha, don’t take this the wrong way, but… well, you could if you wanted to - but you're the least reflective person I know.” You chuckled.

“I have layers.” She grumbled, a tone of discontent with your light insult. “I'm like an onion. Or an ogre, but if I was to be an ogre, I’d be irresistible. Dr. Kate said we recently made a breakthrough, in fact.”

“Why do I think that's code for sex? And do you still think you're the Devil?”

“In that particular context, no. And I am the Devil.”

“Then excuse me if I doubt her skills.” You remarked.

“Look, she's helped me, all right? And I think she can be of help here.”

“Excuse me.” Kate came from around the corner. “I found something.”

“Well, hello.” Natasha grinned.

“What is it?” You asked, ignoring the redhead.

“A patient named Richard Kester. His wife convinced him to try Dr. Shaw's therapy.” The doctor explained.

“Hmm, let me guess - didn't end well?”

She nodded. “She had an affair. They got divorced. And then Richard sent Dr. Shaw a death threat. It's been more than a year, but that kind of anger can bubble up when you least expect it.”

“Add him to the list of angry patients.” You told her.

“That's just it. Richard's the only one so far. Dr. Shaw's patients seem remarkably happy with him.” She shrugged.

“Oh, do they now? See, cheater therapy works. Maybe you should've tried it with Detective Douche. Or was that what broke you apart?” Natasha feigned realisation.

You turned to face her, ever so slowly as you gave her a deadpan expression. “What is wrong with you lately?”

You then faced Kate. “Would you mind sitting in the back of the car whilst we go investigate?”

“Of course not. I’ll just lock my office and get my phone.” She walked back into the office.

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“So I don't understand all this jealousy talk. I mean, why covet something someone else has? Why not just take it?” Natasha asked, confused as she sat in the passenger seat whilst you drove.

“'Cause it's never that easy.” You chuckled.

“Well, it is for me. Usually.” She looked at you, watching you roll your eyes again before she fiddled with the rings on her fingers.

“I, uh… I may have overstepped earlier in regards to Detective Douche.”

“Yeah. You definitely may have.” You snickered.

“So why did you two separate anyway?” Natasha asked.

You gave her a quick glance before turning your eyes back to the road. “Well, there were many aspects. He did sleep with another woman, Sharon, but the job was also more important to him than me and Peggy.”

You sighed. “But lately something's changed. He... he makes time for me, he makes time for us. He's really putting in an effort. I am gay though…”

Natasha was unsure of why you sounded a bit hesitant. “Yes, if ever anyone deserved a participation trophy, it's Steve.”

You chuckled before your phone rang. “Valeria.”

“Uh, hello, Detective. It's about Richard. I wanted to warn you. He may be unstable. Possibly dangerous.” Kate spoke over the phone.

“I'll handle it, but thanks.”

“I don't mean to you. I mean to himself.”

A siren whooped to your side and you saw people filming above. You looked up and your mouth fell open at the sight of Richard standing at the edge of his apartment complex’s roof. “Yeah, you may be right. Natasha?”

You turned to face her. But she wasn’t there.

“Oh, my God. There's another one!” A bystander exclaimed, and you mentally wanted to hit yourself.

*Please, please, please… Fuck’s sake.* You thought to yourself as you saw Natasha standing up there.

“Hey, Detective! You need your roots done!” Natasha grinned at you from the roof.

“I am going to kill you, Natasha Romanoff.” You muttered under your breath.

Natasha turned to Richard as he stared at the ground below. “I've made up my mind. You can't stop me.” His bald egg-head with a face and glasses spoke, not looking at Natasha.

“What? Oh, no. I'm not here to stop you. If you want to jump, go for it.” She chuckled, waving at you.

Richard was confused. “Is this some kind of reverse psychology?”

“No, quite serious. Go for it.” She retorted.

He took a deep breath. “Okay, here goes.”

“I do have one question before you pop off.” She interrupted just as his feet shuffled near the edge, her hand coming in front of the side of his chest to stop him.

“You see, I'm trying to understand jealousy. It's a new concept to me. And you, dear Ricky, are the perfect person to explain it.”

“What are you talking about...?” He trailed off as his feet slipped, Natasha’s hand catching his shirt easily.

“Manners, Ricky. Manners! We're not done talking yet!” She held him out, glancing over his shoulder to see your eyes steeled in a shocked yet slightly angered expression.

“Okay, I'll talk!! Pull me back up, please!” Richard begged.

“Are you sure? 'Cause I could just…” She jolted her hold on him, the crowd below screaming slightly. “Natasha!” You yelled, swearing under your breath.

“Pull me back up! Pull me up, please! Oh, God.” Richard closed his eyes, holding onto Natasha’s hand and wrist.

“I'd save your breath if I were you. When it comes to this sort of thing, he's quite judgy.” She grumbled, looking at the sky annoyedly whilst she pulled him to her side.

“Right, back to the matter in hand. Now, you were so jealous that you murdered Dr. Shaw. Can you help me understand why?”

“How could you say that? I was about to jump, because he's dead-”

“Don't fib, Rickster. I know about your death threats.” She wagged her finger in his eyes.

He shook his head. “I was in a bad place. Kara had just dumped me. I made my threats. Then I went to his office-”

“And killed him.”

“And he talked me down.” Richard corrected her. “And afterwards, he kept seeing me, even though he knew I couldn't afford to pay him. I mean, he'd got me through my divorce, bankruptcy, the death of my parrot.”

“Oh. I've just realised you're not jealous, are you? You're just sad. Pathetic, really.” Natasha sighed, having now wasted her time. “Well, if you can't tell me what I need to know, what good are you?”

“Aren't you supposed to tell me that I have a lot to live for?” Richard scoffed.

“Well, I wish I could, Ricky, but your life sounds incredibly bleak. Ironically, it seems there's nowhere to go but up.” She shrugged.

“You know what? You're right.”

“Huh?”

“Maybe the worst is behind me. Hmm… I think I'm ready to go in now.” Richard decided.

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Well, I wasn't asking, but, uh, all right, go on, quick as you can. Come on, chop, chop.”

As Richard stepped off, Natasha gave the firemen and the crowd a thumbs up,from which she earned some cheering and clapping.

As Natasha stepped out of the building’s foyer, you stood there, shaking your head. “I can't believe you, Natasha.”

“What? You should be thanking me.” She grinned.

“You put yourself in danger! That’s not how we do things.” You hissed at her, but Natasha simply grinned.

“What?”

“You were worried about me.” She smirked, leaning in slightly.

“I’m alright, malyshka. Don’t you worry about me.”

You rolled your eyes and walked past her, but you gently tapped her hand for her to follow you. Richard was sitting in the back of an ambulance, wrapped in a blanket.

“All right, Richard, we confirmed your alibi with your neighbour. You're free to go.” You smiled gently.

“How did this happen? Poor Sandy.” He asked.

“Who's Sandy?”

“Dr. Shaw's wife, Alexandra. Her friends all call her Sandy.”

“Okay, and you're friends with your therapist's wife?” You mentally took note of it.

“Yes, how open was his relationship therapy, hmm?” Natasha grinned.

Richard shook his head. “No, it's nothing like that. That's just how the Shaws are. They go above and beyond. I just ran into her two days ago. Sandy was planning a surprise for Dr. Shaw and everything.”

“You ran into her two days ago... are you sure about that?” You frowned, to which he nodded.

“Alexandra told us she was in Phoenix. We checked her alibi. She had plane tickets to prove it. What was the surprise?” You asked.

“I don't know. She just asked me not to tell Dr. Shaw she was in town.” He shrugged.

“Uh-huh.” Natasha nodded, looking at you.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” You asked her, to which she shrugged and followed behind you to your car.

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Lux was almost empty, save a few customers, as Kate walked down the stairs and towards the bar, eyeing the Romani bartender serving drinks to a biker.

“We're closed.” She grumbled, pouring bourbon in a glass.

“You must be Wanda.” Kate smiled, watching the demon’s head rise to meet her eyes. “You're just as Natasha described.”

Wanda sauntered over to the end of the bar, smirking as she eyed the doctor’s body whilst pouring her own drink. “So, you're the doctor.”

“Oh, call me Kate. Pleasure to meet you.” She held out her hand for Wanda to shake, but she just grabbed the glass and sipped her bourbon.

The demon wore a very low cut top that revealed the top of her lace black bra, whilst small spikes poked out onto her shoulders and in two necklaces, jeans hidden below the bar counter.

“I've seen that look in women before. Won't end well.” Wanda commented after finishing her sip.

“What won't?” Kate frowned, confused.

“Sleeping with my boss.” The demon clarified. “You'll end up like all the others. Trash left by the side of the road.”

“Interesting.” Kate smiled.

“What?”

“Well, I find people who are rude usually feel powerless in their own lives. Terrified of not being in control. But that's not you, I'm sure.” Kate analysed her.

Wanda simply grinned, tapping her nails on the counter in quick succession. “I like you.”

As Kate was joined by you and Natasha, Wanda moved off to the side, serving the customers once more.

“Doctor? What a surprise.” Natasha smiled.

“What are you doing here?” You asked politely.

Her brows frowned cutely. “I thought you asked me to meet you here.”

“That-that was me. I felt like it would be good to get your input on ‘the case’.” Natasha looked from the doctor to you quickly, whilst you didn’t notice the wiggling eyebrows and slight inflection in her voice.

“That's a good idea, actually, especially since our last suspect almost ended up sidewalk art. Turns out Mrs. Shaw flew to Phoenix but rented a car and drove back a couple days early.” You explained to Kate.

“So, dear, sweet Sandy was here just in time for the murder.” Natasha grinned as she collected a drink of her own.

“Wait, Alexandra Shaw goes by ‘Sandy’?” Kate asked, to which you nodded. “The doctor had a female patient who was stalked by someone with the initials S.S.”

“He used initials in his notes? Mine never did.” You puzzled.

“I found it odd as well. Why conceal someone's identity in private notes? But I thought it wasn't related, so I just ignored it.” Kate shrugged.

“Unless S.S. stands for Sandy Shaw. If she was stalking one of her husband's female patients…”

“Then maybe Dr. Shaw was engaged in his own open-relationship therapy.”

“And Sandy found out. So maybe she wasn't okay with it as she claimed.” You finished off your 1-2-1-2 with Kate before your phone rang.

“Excuse me. Valeria. Yeah, this is 831. Oh, yeah, tell him I'll be there as soon as I can. Okay, thank you. That was dispatch. Steve's phone died, and he wants me to meet him at my place. Apparently it's urgent.”

As you were about to take off, however, Natasha’s eyes rolled. “Oh, how convenient. What's next, he spills something on his shirt and he has to take it off? Oh, no, the trousers, too. Whatever will he do about Detective Y/N by his side?”

You looked at her incredulously. “What?”

“What, so that's it? You just go running as soon as Steve calls? What about the case?”

You sighed. “This could relate to another case I'm working on, Natasha. There's units looking for Sandy now. And once they find her, they'll call me.”

You gave Kate a simple ‘bye’ with a respectful nod before leaving her and Natasha alone.

“Unbelievable. You see what I'm dealing with now, don't you?” Natasha scoffed, downing the rest of her bourbon without a flinch in her face.

“I think I do, actually. It's worse than I realised.” Kate nodded, faking seriousness.

“Thank you.” The devil shook her head.

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You entered your house quickly, realising you hadn’t drank or eaten anything that day and headed straight to the kitchen.

Mindless of the threat in your house.

“Hey, Steve. What did you find out?” You asked as you passed a male figure.

“Surprise.”

You spun to see Malcolm in his leather jacket and jeans with a zip-up hoodie and a green tee. You flicked your jacket back and gripped your holster tightly, your breath shuddering at the sight of the man.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey! I just wanted to talk.” He chuckled awkwardly.

“You act all chummy in public, then you break into my home, trick me into meeting you in private? Excuse me if I'm not trusting.” You hissed.

“Hey, I'm not armed. All right?” He stood and flicked his jacket up, showing no belt, badge or gun.

“All right. Then talk.”

“I had to meet with you where no one else could hear.” He explained shortly.

“Hear what, my screams?” You scoffed, making him chuckle.

“Valeria, we're on the same side. And I know you're still looking into Palmetto. Well, guess what? So am I.”

“I put that to bed a long time ago.”

“That the best you got? God, you're a decent cop, but you are a terrible liar. Come on! Palmetto stinks. I should know. I was there.” He snickered.

“Mm-hmm. Go ahead, say it. I look dirty.” He opened his arms, exposing himself.

You hesitated before lifting your finger to point at him, angry. “I saw you meet with Nikolas Aoudi. You were laughing. I saw you hand him cash.”

“I've used him as a CI before. I was buying information. Then we both got sh*t. And I think it was a cop who sh*t me. But you knew that already, didn't you?” He grinned, folding his arms behind his back like a sneaky little shit.

You took a moment to breathe, not wanting your emotions to escalate. “Why do you think it was a cop?”

“That's what I was paying Aoudi for. Intel on someone crooked at our station. But I think he, or she, got to me first.”

“That's a great story. I love the ending. It-it really ties up all the loose ends.” You sighed sarcastically.

“Not really. I can't explain how the crooked cop knew I was there. How'd you find me?” He asked.

“I followed the stench.”

He chuckled annoyedly. “You followed the... You know what? Screw this. I only called you to try and help.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. Listen, Valeria, they pulled the plug on me. I was dead.”

He hit a nerve and the raging woman inside you retreated to lick her guilt-filled wounds. “I-I know.”

“Made me appreciate the time I've got here. So, personally, I don't think I'm gonna dig any deeper on this one. And I wouldn't if I were you either.”

“Not sure if that's a warning or a threat.” Your eyebrow raised.

“I'm not the enemy, Y/N. But whoever we were investigating, they're still out there. And they clearly don't have a problem shooting cops.”

As he retreated out of your house, your phone rang again. “Valeria.”

“We found Mrs. Shaw in a parking structure. We’re holding her here until you get here, so be quick.” An officer reported before hanging up, to which you called another as you went out to your car.

“Hey, Natasha - meet me outside Lux with Doctor Bishop in three.”

When you arrived, the two were standing outside by the curb. They climbed in, with Kate sitting in the back behind the caged divider whilst Natasha sat in the passenger seat.

“Unis found Sandy Shaw in her car in a parking structure.” You reported to the Russian woman.

“Oh, well, I hope our case didn't ruin your kissy-time with Steve.” She rolled her eyes.

“What is with your recent obsession with my love life?” You looked at her briefly.

“Obsession? That's awfully defensive. Probably indicates deeper issues, wouldn't you say?” She instantly turned to face Kate in the back seat.

“I agree. Why are you so defensive, Natasha?”

Your eyes widened, happy to finally have somebody supporting you against this… unfortunately powerful woman. “Good question.”

Natasha looked betrayed. “Et tu, Doctor?”

“Natasha, you asked me to analyse the situation.” Kate replied.

“No, I asked you to help figure out what's wrong with her.” She pointed at you, which wasn’t the best time to admit that because you could give her a stare, given that you were at a red light.

“Did you now?” You raised an eyebrow, which… kind of scared her.

“Nothing's wrong with her. She's a woman balancing a lot on her plate, and, as far as I can tell, doing a fantastic job.” Kate elaborated, making your heart sing.

“Why, thank you. You're right, Natasha, she's amazing.” You teased.

“No, she's verbal Ebola. Where's the button to put the glass up?” Natasha looked around your console, which only controlled GPS, Bluetooth, your sirens, speaker and air-con.

“This isn't a limo, Natasha. And, Dr. Kate, you should really join us more often.” You chuckled.

“Getting double-teamed is usually much more fun than this.” Natasha grumbled.

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“So you lied to us. You were in town the day your husband died.” You stood opposite Alexandra - Sandy - as the uniformed officers surrounded the area.

“Yes. But it's not what you think.” She started to explain.

“Okay, then help me understand.”

“Sandy, I'm on your side.” Natasha lightly pushed you out of the way, getting her mojo to work on the woman whilst she took her hand.

“Not everything stems from jealousy, no matter what these women tell you. You came here driven by some kind of desire, didn't you? Come on. You can tell me. What was it?”

“It's disgusting.” Sandy sighed.

“Ooh, you naughty girl. Come on, now you have to tell me.” She teased.

“It's... in my car.” She unlocked the boot of it, to which you slowly waited for it to open.

“What is, Sandy?” Natasha grinned.

“Poop. Bags and bags of it.” Sandy admitted.

“Oh, my God.” You resisted the urge to gag, covering your nose with your hand which honestly didn’t do much.

All six foot four of Natasha immediately stepped back, shaking Sandy’s hand out of her own. “I'm not sure whether to be horrified or impressed.”

“My friend owns a horse.” Sandy added.

“That's… oddly comforting to know. What were you gonna do with it?” You asked.

“I was going to throw it at Tiffany.”

“That's the patient you were accused of stalking.” Kate interjected.

Sandy nodded. “Yeah. She's in a group therapy session right now for my husband's clients.”

“Group cheater therapy. Oh, the imagination runs wild.” Natasha chuckled.

You stepped forward, further into Sandy’s field of view. “So Tiffany was sleeping with your husband. How'd you find out?”

“My husband's colleague, Dr. Medina, called me. He wanted to see if Bernie wanted to grab a last-minute drink, but Bernie was supposed to already be with Dr. Medina. That's when I knew my husband lied to me.”

“But he was the cheater therapist. I don't quite see the problem here. I mean, you said yourself-”

Sandy interjected Natasha. “The problem is he fell in love with her. I lied to him about my trip, then I drove back from Phoenix to see what he was doing. I was…”

Natasha groaned. “Oh, don't say it.”

“Jealous.”

The devil growled aloud. “Yes, yes, we all get it! Jealousy makes the world go cuckoo bananas!”

“I loved him. I didn't kill him. I just wanted him back.” Sandy sniffled, tearing up.

Further down in the car park, you spotted Steve’s car pulling up, anger painted clear as day across his face.

“Oh, great. The douche-mobile.” Natasha scoffed, folding her arms across her suit.

“Give me a second.” You asked her quietly, your tone immediately alerting her.

You swung underneath the metal pole and jumped down the metre to the road, walking to Steve. “Hey, I got your text. You okay? Did Malcolm hurt you?” He asked.

“No. I told you, it's-it's fine. Everything's fine.” You replied.

Steve exhaled frustratedly. “I'm gonna punch that son of a bitch right back into a coma.”

“Oh, come on. No. No.” You pointed at him, making sure he understood your view. “Anything back on the 999 key?”

“I'm sorry, Y/N. They couldn't get any prints off of it.” He replied.

“Thanks anyway.” You smiled softly.

Once you returned to the car, the uniformed officers now taking her to the station for questioning, you sighed as you stood next to Kate. “And once again, Natasha disappears.”

“I think the case may have hit a little too close to home.” Kate pursed her lips slightly.

“Maybe things got a little too boring for Ms. Short Attention Span.” You chuckled, looking at Sandy as she sat in the car.

“I don't know. She's grown quite a bit since working with you.” Kate admitted.

“I'm not sure I'm the reason. I think you've really helped her. I underestimated you before. I'm sorry.” You apologised.

“Not needed. But thank you.”

You chuckled softly to yourself as a thought came to your mind. “And I thought... I thought you were sleeping with her.”

“Oh, I am.” The noirette admitted.

“Oh. Oh. Is, um... is that...?”

“Ethical? No. No, it is not.” Kate sighed. “But there's something about her. I can't stop myself. But I think it's time I did. I mean, even I'm starting to feel…”

You shook your head at her, asking her silently to discontinue that line of conversation.

“So do you think she did it?” She changed it.

“Sandy claims she was sitting outside Tiffany's house, waiting for Dr. Shaw to show up. Problem is, no one can corroborate her alibi. But, no, I don't think it was her.” You shook your head.

You took a few steps forward as you thought, racking your brain for a clue of some sort. “So there's no one in Dr. Shaw's files that looked like a potential suspect?”

“Not that I can tell, but maybe I missed something.” Kate shrugged.

“Like what?” You pondered aloud.

“The cheater therapist turned out to be terrible at cheating. Why didn't he tell Dr. Medina he was using him as a cover story?”

“Maybe he did. Maybe he confided in Dr. Medina.”

“But Mrs. Shaw said that Dr. Medina had no idea about the affair.”

“Yeah, so he conveniently told her everything she needed to know to figure it out.” A light bulb went off in your head. “We need to talk to Dr. Medina.”

Natasha was tired of these stupid humans in this stupid grief group therapy session led by Dr. Medina for the death of Dr. Shaw. After twenty minutes of discussion, and even opening it up for debate, she had enough.

“When you say you, uh, b*rned your wings, was that a metaphor...?”

“Not focusing on the right details here, Alan!” She sighed, annoyed.

Dr. Medina stood. “All right, this is supposed to be a grief therapy session for the patients of Dr. Shaw. And everyone here has a terrible loss to deal with.”

“What, and I don't? I've lost both my therapist and my partner.” She scoffed.

“I'm s... Th-They died?” He stammered.

“No. No, you blubbering idiot, they turned on me. Some would argue that's worse- have you not been listening at all?”

“Alright, you need to leave.”

“No, I'm close to something. I can feel it.” She replied, nibbling lightly on her thumb knuckle.

“This is not about you!” Dr. Medina blurted out.

Her eyes lit up. “You're right. Yes… I should use one of you as a case study. Thank you for volunteering. So what... what makes you jealous? Hmm? What do you desire that you can't have?”

She willed her mojo onto him, staring him in the eyes. “I… I want Sandy.” He replied.

She grinned slightly. “I remember you now. Tissue Lad! Wanted some open relationship therapy of your own, is that it?”

“That's not what it is like.” He groaned.

“But she didn't want you, did she? Sandy loved her husband, so you killed him, didn't you?”

“Shut up!” He yelled.

She gasped playfully, looking at him like she won the jackpot. “Solved it, haven't I?!”

Dr. Medina spun around to the buffet table and grabbed a sharp knife, walking towards Natasha and holding it to her throat until they stopped at a wall, the other patients scrambling out of the way.

“So that's a yes.” She muttered to herself. “Do you realise what you've done?”

“I had to kill him, all right? He lied to her. He cheated on her. And I tried to tip her off, but no matter what he did, she still loved him.”

“No, no, not that. This. Right here. You've just given me the perfect example of unbridled jealousy.”

“I'm not jealous. I'm not!” He pleaded, almost begging her to tell him so.

“The woman that you loved was with someone else, someone you thought wasn't worthy of her. But no matter what you did…” She paused, the wires connecting as her winning grin fell sympathetically.

“She never saw you the way you wanted her to.”

“That's... That's pretty accurate.”

“Yeah. You've just made me realise something. That my situation and yours are…” And the wires uncrossed again. “Absolutely nothing alike. I was right! Not jealous!”

“Drop your weapon!” You tackled Medina and threw him to the ground, rolling over him and removing the knife from his grip before he bit your hand, making you pull it back before whacking him point-blank with your elbow.

You got on top, kneeling on his side whilst you pushed his head away from his arm. “Did you seriously just bite me?”

Natasha grinned from where she stood. “He's the killer.”

“Yeah, you think?” You smirked.

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The night had risen from the sun’s sleep and you walked out of the small banquet room onto the street, smiling gently at Natasha as she leaned against her Corvette with a cigarette in hand.

You watched her carefully. “So you were right about Kate. She helped me figure out the motive. And then I realised Jonathan Medina and Dr. Shaw's offices shared the same security system. So I checked and... You're not listening to me, are you?”

She looked at you apologetically. “Afraid not, Y/N.”

You came a bit closer to her, holding your arms in front of you with your hand clasped around the other wrist. “You didn't see any similarity between yourself and Jonathan?”

“So you heard some of that, did you?” She smiled softly.

“Tail end.” You nodded.

She sighed, which worried you slightly when it was coupled with the unreadable expression on her face. “I don't know. Did you?”

You shook your head, lying through your teeth for her comfort. “Mm-mm. No. Completely different.”

“That's what I thought.” She chuckled lightly, inviting you to stand next to her. “I promise, you won’t scratch her. And even if you do, I can just get it fixed.”

You hesitantly leaned on her car, keeping away from her cigarette smoke.

“So… how's your secret case with Steve going?” She asked.

“Secretly terrible. Do you remember Malcolm?”

“Coma boy?”

You chuckled at her nickname for him, nodding. “He woke up. He claims he's innocent. Something he said bothers me. Whoever shot him knew about Palmetto, but he says that no one should have known he was there.”

“Well, you found him there.”

“Yeah, I... He pointed that out, too. So, whoever followed him could have done what I did.”

“So how did you track him?” She took a puff.

“Partners on the force share GPS locators in their gear so that they can find each other in emergencies.”

“You hacked his partner's locator. I knew you were clever.” She smirked, noticing your realisation expression.

“Which means… Malcolm's partner knew he was there, too. Tony Paolucci knew.”

Natasha held up her keys before the doors of the car unlocked, popping out slightly. “Get in, gorgeous.”

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You stepped out of Natasha’s car just outside of the Paddock Lounge, looking across the street whilst Natasha knocked on the door.

“That's Paolucci's car, just like his GPS said.”

“But the bar's closed.” Natasha grumbled.

“Maybe he decided to keep the party going.” You stepped up close to the window to look inside, hearing the door creak beside you.

“You have to stop doing that.” You chastised her.

“It was unlocked.” She rolled her eyes, watching your hand shoot out to stop her from walking in.

“Me first.” You held up your torch and gun, stepping in front of her to go inside.

The whole bar was surrounded in darkness. Your torch scanned over the place as you called for Paolucci, but there was no voice back. By the bar on the right, were glasses splattered with blood.

And Paolucci’s dead body sat in a chair, with a TV screen running statically behind him.

“At least you can see what he was thinking.” Natasha murmured by your shoulder, making you scoff.

You called the cops and they swarmed the place, placing evidence pointers and taking many photos. You sighed in relief as you saw Steve come through the door, Natasha hanging back with a flask in hand.

You walked up to your ex-husband. “I found a suicide note.” You showed it to him in an evidence packet.

“In his handwriting?” He asked.

“Sure looks like it. Apparently, he was on the take. Malcolm was onto him, so Paolucci shot him. When Malcolm woke up, Paolucci couldn't take the guilt anymore.”

You saw no emotion in his eyes, yet tears lightly pricked them. “You okay?”

“Paolucci was an ass, but this... I can't imagine this.” Steve muttered.

“I know. I know.” You hugged him tightly.

As you exited the bar, you stood on the curb silently. Everything that had happened over the last few days was catching up. Your hand at your side began to tap along your fingers methodically until a warm hand took them gently.

“Hey now, what’s going on in that beautiful mind?” Natasha cooed, leading you towards her car.

You didn’t speak until you were buckled into the passenger seat. “Malcolm came to my house this morning. He pretended to be Steve and called to meet me there.”

Natasha’s eyes would have lit up in flames if you were not in a fragile state of mind. “He did what?”

“He explained what he thought about Palmetto. He has his suspicions of who it could be. Some low-level cops, wanting to get their first big break and make detective.” You mumbled, noticing how she played with her rings.

“I will put him back in that coma in a heartbeat if he threatens you or tricks you again.” She seethed.

You gently put your hand on top of hers, calming her immensely. “I just… I need to go home and let the babysitter go. Could you take me?”

She nodded, immediately starting the engine. Funnily enough, however, neither of you moved away from your small contact until you got out of the car and she walked you to your door.

“Thank you.” You murmured.

“For what, malyshka?” She asked quietly.

“For being my partner. You give me a perspective I never imagined I would have thought of.” You smiled softly.

She gently pushed a few hairs back over your ear, hearing your breath hitch as she moved to pull you into a hug. “You’re always welcome, Y/N.”

She kissed your temple sweetly before going back to her car, giving you a wink before she sped off towards the city.

However, had she taken a left turn earlier, she would have happened upon the scene of Malcolm and Steve secretly meeting, the two talking between their cars.

“Evening, Steve.” Malcolm greeted him.

“I got your text. What do you want?” He asked.

“Just wanted to congratulate you on closing Palmetto. You and that smart, sexy lady of yours caught the guy who shot me.”

Steve looked… nervous. Fidgety. “That's what the confession said, right?”

He looked around briefly before speaking lower. “How long did it take you to write it?”

Malcolm held a straight face for about three seconds before laughing out loud. “Forever! I mean, I'm so not a word guy.”

Steve looked confused. “What? You should be thanking me.” Malcolm scoffed.

“Why is that?”

“Well, I could have told everyone the truth... that you shot me.”

“Well why didn't you?”

Malcolm came closer to him. “Cause I like you. And I can't imagine what would happen to your life if people found out the truth. Your colleagues, your ex…”

Steve seethed slightly, grabbing Malcolm by the collar and throwing him up against his car. “I swear to God, I will-”

“What? shoot me? Ah, been there, done that. Big fail. Besides, you wouldn't want anything to mess with your pretty little family now that you're working to fix things, right?”

“Whatever you want to do to me, you keep them out of it.”

Malcolm gestured for the blonde to put him down. “Steve. Come on. I'm not gonna hurt anyone. No. No, no, no, no, no. You... you and I... we're gonna be best friends. Yeah. Because I got big plans for you. Big plans.”

Steve grimaced as Malcolm put him in a playful headlock. Fun, right? We're having fun now.”

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Lux was pumping with music as Natasha came in, but she didn’t greet anybody playfully, oh no - Natasha was on a mission, as pointed out to her main demon as she used a single finger to beckon her.

Wanda walked over in nothing but a bra-like top and skirt, smirking unknowingly. “Yes, My Queen?”

“I just learned the strangest thing. Spoiler alert, Yelena found Dr. Kate. She was an angel on her shoulder, trying to control me. I wonder how my dear, angelic sister got such a wickedly clever idea.”

Natasha stared daggers into Wanda’s eyes, the demon lifting her chin up slightly as she tried to defend herself. “I did it to protect you. I told you, whatever the danger, I'll be there to stop it. Whether you see it coming or not.”

“You betrayed me, Wanda. And not for my own good. You did it for yourself. Who is this human world really rubbing off on, hey? Me? Or you?”

“Natasha, I…”

Natasha lifted her finger, the demon silencing by her quiet order. “Ah. Don't want to hear it. 'Cause you and me, we're done.”

The devil walked off with Wanda's drink in hand, putting on a smile as she now began to greet guests like normal whilst Wanda was left sulking behind the bar.

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Landslide

Natasha (G!P) Romanoff x Fem!Reader

This one is smut free, focused on domesticated bliss only 🤪😂

Last one in this little series, unless someone had a really good pitch for a song. 👀

Symphonic Journey (Short Series)

Natasha smiled up at you from over her book while she lied in your shared bed. You were sat at the vanity, using your skincare items as if they were your lifeline.

"You know, this line here I name after you." You muttered, as you caught on to her staring through the mirror.

"Oh yeah, why's that?" She amusedly questions you with a knowing smirk, as she flips to the next page in her book.

"It's my worry line, grown rather prominent since I'd met you." You deadpan, as you begin to use your rose quartz roller to "ensure maximum absorption" as you would say.

"Ah, so it shows a life lived then." She quips, as she suddenly appears behind you, and lifts your face by your chin to place a kiss to your lips.

You sigh, melting completely into the kiss, and then she pulls back with the special smile reserved just for you upon her face.

"Yeah, a beautiful one at that." You conclude, as you turn back to finish up your routine, while your gorgeous wife makes her way to the bathroom to get herself ready for bed.

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I took my love, and I took it down.

I climbed a mountain and I turned around,and I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills.

‘Til the landslide brought me down.

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"Y/N/N, I don't see why we can't just homeschool them, or maybe just wait another year..." Your wife pouts, as you two lay facing one another in bed.

"Darling, Niko and Eli haven't stopped talking about wanting to make friends for the better part of six months. They need the socialization, and if I'm being honest I need the brief period of silence."

"Dahlia will still be here, so why not just keep all three at home." She whines like a petulant child who didn't get there way.

"You know, I'm considering enrolling Dahlia into a preschool, maybe you too..." You chuckle out, and she groans against your chest as she pulls you close.

"Natty, Dahlia is going to enjoy the one on one, plus, she's pretty independent and as of late she naps a lot. Get some sleep now, we have a busy morning ahead of us." You tiredly murmur, placing gentle kisses to the top of her head, and lightly scratching your fingers down her arms.

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Oh, mirror in the sky. What is love?

Can the child within my heart rise above?

Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?

Can I handle the seasons of my life?

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"Tasha, my love, did you make the twins lunches?" You call down to her from upstairs, and she stares down at the mess currently occupying the counters.

At the silence, you knew something was up, so you straightened Nikolai's shirt out, and placed the perfectly packed backpacks upon their tiny bodies.

"Cute." You mumbled out, as your tiny creations were stood before you in their first day outfits, nearly being swallowed by their 'big kid' bags.

"I'm not cute mommy, I'm beautiful!" Niko says, you smiled at him, and nod in agreement.

"Yes, mommy's beautiful babies..." You coo

"Now, let's go find mama, I'm kind of worried about her." You mumble out, and they giggle as they follow you down the stairs.

As the lot of you stumbled into the kitchen you were met with a rather amusing sight. Natasha had somehow slathered jelly every possible place besides atop the bread.

"Detka, this jelly won't spread over the peanut butter.”

You held back a laugh at your wife's expense, then made your way over to save the day. Their lunchboxes were rather hilarious to look at, it's as if everything you'd said had left the assassins mind.

"Well, my darling..." You begin, as you move in for a forehead kiss, prodding your tongue out lightly to lick at the strawberry jelly residing there.

"I had purchased the squeezable jelly for you, but it seems you found my bonus jar... So, there's like a whole science to this, first get rid of the knife and grab a spoon. Stir the jelly up until it's less coarse, and then slide it onto the empty slice of bread, versus over the peanut butter."

Natasha watches you with clear intentions, trying to 'perfect' the recipe, as she began mirroring your movements for the necessary second sandwich. You swiftly cut your sandwich diagonally, placed a kiss to her cheek, then readjusted the snacks in their bags when she wasn't looking.

Your younger daughter had yet to wake up, so you swiftly ran up the stairs. Seeing her peaceful face led to you just scooping her up, and holding her sleeping form against your chest so that she could continue to rest. You were pretty certain she was going through a growth spurt as she'd been snacking nonstop, and actually taking her naps, so waking her up wasn't exactly a necessity. Plus, cuddles had become harder to come by as of late, so you'll take it wherever you can get it.

"Okay everyone to the car, it's time to go." You shout, unintentionally disturbing Dahlia, who lightly shifts in your embrace, but thankfully remains asleep.

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Natasha felt the tears she'd been fighting flood out of her eyes as your twins giddily made their way into the classroom with their teacher; not even sparing their mothers a simple glance back. Their innocent excitement had truly filled her heart with joy, but it also saddened her immensely to see this new chapter beginning.

Your hand landed on her shoulder, spinning her around, pulling her in for a reassuring hug, and allowing her tears to soak into your shirt.

"Oh, my darling, it's okay..."

"They're growing up so fast Y/N/N, I just wish it would all slow down." She sobs against you, before pulling back and taking your hand into hers.

"No you don't, because this is going to be an exciting time for all of us. I promise you after their long day, they'll come running out to see you." You relay as the both of you return to the car, the somehow still sleeping three year old hanging off your hip.

An indignant sigh falls from her lips, and your heart honestly cracks at her sheer reluctance in letting go. You wholeheartedly understand that she's not used to this sort of white picket fence lifestyle, and that entrusting her children to absolute strangers is rather daunting for her, but you just want her to see it from your side.

"I'm going to get them, this was a bad idea." She quietly mumbles, but you catch her hand and spin her against the car before she can.

An unintentional moan tumbles passed her lips at the impact, and your eyes widen in amused shock before you simply brush passed it for the time being.

"Natty, you're being ridiculous, they're fine. Tony already vetted this place before sending Morgan here, and we have access to the surveillance. Our kids have been trained by the best spies on the planet in defense, they're highly capable of finding an escape route, and they have a direct link to Wanda who we both know would be here in a snap." You relay with an air of humor present in your tone, as you run your fingers through her hair, slightly massaging her scalp as you feel her slowly relax against the car.

"This right here is the normalcy that they crave, the part where they trade their PB&J with some kid for their Twinkie. Where they get to surround themselves with other kids their ages, and learn how to be their own people. Learn to regulate their emotions when faced with the obstacles that kindergarten brings."

"Obstacles?"

"Yeah, like who gets to be the dad during house, or who gets to be the dog in Monopoly Jr, and trust me, the list goes on." You laugh out, as your wife's face looks utterly confused, and you lean forward to peck at her lips until the frown flips.

"Wouldn't the boy just play —."

"Ah-ah Natty, due to society placing dad's at the top, everyone wants to play as the dad. Also, most of the boys seem to avoid playing house in favor of other activities, our little man tends to be the exception, but he usually plays the role of Eli's dog soo...."

"I'm sorry detka, it's just so hard to let go... Also really hard to keep up as well."

"I know, it's never easy... But look on the bright side, we'll have more alone time" You playfully quip as you point to your daughter that remains fast asleep in her carseat.

She sighs rather dramatically once you pull away from her body to climb into the drivers seat, as she continues to lean against the car for a brief moment. Glancing longingly at the door in the hopes that the twins would come bounding out in search of her, but it never happens. Once she enters the car, you watch as she curls into her seat and solemnly watches the city fly by. Without a word, or glancing over you'd simply interlocked your hand with hers to offer the silent comfort she needed.

Domesticity had always been a foreign concept to the spy who'd only ever lived a life full of constant change. Turns out, raising three kids with the woman you love comes with nothing but change, and it was the first time that something like this absolutely terrified her...

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Well, I've been afraid of changin'

'Cause I've built my life around you, but time makes you bolder ;

Even children get older, and I'm getting older too...

Oh! I'm getting older too...

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When you were nearing your exit you'd realized that both of your girls were now sleeping. The blissful silence inspired you to continue driving around to get some errands taken care of. By the time Natasha had actually allowed you to leave the school it had already been 9AM, and since Kindergarten is only four hours, going home wouldn't be worth it now.

In the hustle and bustle this morning you hadn't exactly eaten breakfast, so you found yourself in the McDonald's drive thru after running through the post office. As soon as the machine had crackled your daughters head flew up and she tiredly murmured: 'Chiten nug peas' before swiftly slipping back to sleep.

You chuckled at her abundant hunger that apparently transcends consciousness, and then ordered lunch for the three of you before driving off to enjoy it at the park.

Once you'd arrived, 'Lil 'Dahl had finally gained a semblance of consciousness.

"Mommy! Park!" She squealed, wiggling around like crazy against her seats restraints.

Natasha jumped awake at the sound of her shrieking, taking in the scenery, then lazily reaching into a bag to take a fry from both containers.

"Hey!!"

"It's called the 'sad mama' tax." She lowly whimpers, with a pout to rival your toddlers.

"Then I get one of your nuggets, because I didn't sign up for four children." You quip, then immediately got out of the car with bags in hand and approached a set of tables.

Natasha jumped out with a genuine smile upon her face as she grabbed the giddy toddler from the backseat, and met you under the sun to enjoy the afternoon with two of her favorite girls.

"Sometimes I wish I could just freeze moments like this." You murmured as you watched your toddler happily playing with a stray cat.

"You mean like a memory?" Your wife laughs from behind you as you sat up against a tree.

"No need to be a smartass Natalia." You grumbled, attempting to move away from her but arms secured you in place.

"To answer your question, yes, I do wish I could freeze these moments and keep you all trapped in bottles on my shelf."

"Natty, that's just.. Not what I meant at all." You nervously chuckle out.

"I'm sure Wands could help me do it, stop you all from changing..."

"Growing is a part of life, and it's a rather beautiful part."

"Change was never something that represented good for me, it almost always came with loss, and I don't want to lose out on anything else."

"Darling, if you run from change you'll actually miss out on a lot more than you think. We can hold our babies as close as we want, but eventually they will become their own people, and it's our job to ensure they have the most enriching route possible. Our fear can't be an excuse we use to hold them back, we just have to acknowledge that it's all one big learning game, and face the mishaps as we go. Holding them back would only lead to resentment."

"Also, let us not forget, had your favorite coffee shop never closed, you and I wouldn't be sat here right now having this discussion in the first place. Change can be a wonderful thing Natty, you just have to open your mind to all the possibilities."

Your wife tightens her hold around your waist as you two watch your daughter playing and she lets your words sink in. Gentle fingers grip at your chin, turning you to face her, then she places a lingering kiss to your lips.

"You're right, everything you said, thank you for being my stable base." She confesses against your lips, and you smile at her words.

"Now, if only you could say that after a fight then you'd avoid so many sleepless nights on the couch." You quip, laughing boisterously at the sound of her groans as you stand up.

"Moment ruined." She grumbled, then you aggressively pulled her to her feet, causing her to stumble into you, and suddenly your lips were pressed to hers.

"Guess what..."You whispered into the kiss, she hummed against your lips in response, clearly no longer interested in much else.

"It's time to pick up the twins." Her lips were ripped away from yours so fast you hardly registered the loss.

"Dahlia!!! Time to go!!!" Your wife shrieks as she scoops her up, and flies her laughing form back to the car.

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Natasha made certain you were at the front of the crowd waiting for the class to be let out. Her body was buzzing, unable to remain still as she watched the door with clear intent. You watched in amusement, having not had the heart to inform her that they were released by means of a roll call to ensure safety.

The doors swung open, and Natasha's eyes widened, but narrowed rather quickly once she saw the clipboard. Shockingly, no complaints were muttered, and you were hopeful that the action had actually helped to quell any of her remaining anxieties.

"Parents of Jack Quenton."

"Who's last name starts with a Q?" She quietly grumbles from beside you, causing you to stifle a laugh in favor of nudging her side, and she simply shrugs her shoulders unapologetically.

"Parents of Athena Quill."

Her eyes widen at the second option, and this time you have to fake cough to cover yourself.

"Parents of Nikolai and Eli—."

"Here!!" She shouts, then the teacher looks up to her with eyes prepared to scold, but decided against it once she registered who your wife was.

The twins ran out in a rush, practically jumping into your wife's arms, and you chuckled as you approached the teacher.

"Those two were rather great today, here's the 'homework' for the weekend, it's really just a fun way to get me acquainted with them." She gently relays to you, and you thank her before wandering off to find your missing family.

Approaching the car you noticed everyone buckled up and ready to go, and the smile on your wife's face truly melted your heart.

"Mommy!!!" All of your kids shriek as you get behind the steering wheel of the car, and you turn to face them with a wide smile.

"My babies!!!" You shriek back enthusiastically, then settle in for whatever stories are about to come flying out of their mouths.

"I made a new friend! His name was Kaleb, and he tolded me that he liked my mohawk, then we played with some blocks. Thank you so much for helping me make it."

"Of course baby..." You coo, then turn to Eli to open the floor for her.

"Oh my goodness mommy, guess what! Our classmates thought I was lying when I told them that the Black Widow was our mama. I was sad, but since she was still outside for so long earlier I gotted to prove it to them. They were so shocked, treating us like we were cellebwitties! One boy even gave me his snack for free. Then my best-friend Lindsey asked if she would come to her next birthday party, I said maybe. I had such a great day!” She speedily rambles on, honestly scaring you as she nearly forgets to breathe, and you listened intently before passing back a juice pouch to all three of them, before driving off.

Your wife's eyes were brimming with tears as she listened to your daughter speaking about her as if she had hung the stars and the moon. Deep down she still struggled with the title of hero, but seeing your daughter animatedly describe her as such clearly warmed her heart.

The drive home was lively for all of ten minutes before the entirety of the backseat fell asleep. Natasha reached out to take your free hand, lifting it to her lips to place a lingering kiss to your knuckles, before linking your hands and settling it atop her lap.

“I told you they would be all over you my darling…”

“Yeah… Thank you detka, for helping me through today…”

“No need to thank me baby, it’s what I’m here for, I think we balance each other out well.”

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As Natasha went to crawl into bed she found a few tiny bodies had made their way into her spot while she had been in the shower, and she pulled her phone out to snap a quick photo. Dahlia had taken up residence on top of you, with her tiny arms wrapped around you and her face was buried in your neck. Niko was in his signature position, with his body splayed out wildly, and his feet managed to land on her pillow. Then she found that Eli was laying on her side, head on her mama's pillow, and hand delicately placed in yours.

The sight caused her to audibly awe, as she set her new lock screen then leaned down to kiss your forehead. You instantly hummed at the contact, not even opening your eyes, but instead pouting your lips. A light chuckle fell from her lips before she happily obliged, firmly placing her lips to yours, and an endearing smile erupted on your face as she pulled away.

“Looks like we have a few visitors.” She whispered from above you, and you gently nodded in acknowledgment before tapping her pillow, narrowly missing your daughters head.

Natasha got the hint, as she gently crawled into bed, gently moving the twins over just enough so that her arm can protectively fall over all of you. You gently raised your arm, laying it over Dahlia’s back as you interlocked your fingers with hers.

“Forever…” “…Always.”

Natasha’s heart was full as she realized that no matter what life might throw her way, or however much might change, in the end she’s reassured that the abundance of love she’s blanketed in will remain the same.

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3,274 Words.

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That’s a supposed wrap on this little family besties 🤪

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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Lullaby

Natasha (G!P) Romanoff x Fem!Reader

⚠️18+. Minors DNI‼️

Brief mention of sexual acts.

Symphonic Journey (Short Series)

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"Detka, it's okay..." Natasha attempts to comfort you, while dabbing at your sweaty forehead with a damp rag, and she holds up your cup of ice chips.

"No! It is NOT OKAY! I'm being torn to shreds..."

"Detka, aren't you being a bit dramatic?" Natasha stupidly chuckles out, as the entire room goes silent, and your face hardens.

"YOU ARE NEVER TOUCHING ME AGAIN!" You shriek as another contraction rolls through you, and Natasha flinches at the sheer volume of your voice.

"You don't mean that..."

"These legs are indefinitely closed for business." You say through gritted teeth, and the labor and delivery nurse lets a giggle slip out at your words.

"Okay, Y/N, it's time to push again, just a few more pushes and we should have us a perfect, healthy baby." Your doctor announces, successfully saving Natasha from further digging herself into a hole.

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Your grip on Natasha's hand tightens, as tears fall down your face. Natasha's face drops at the sight of you in genuine pain, and she's quickly regretting her previous comments.

"Detka, you're doing so well..." She whispers against your forehead, then she places a kiss to your forehead.

"She's crowning! You're almost there Y/N!" The doctor shouts out, and you drop Natasha's hand, lightly shoving her until she gets the hint to go watch, and you lightly smirk through the pain as you see her face contort into pure terror.

"Oh my God." She whispers under her breath, and if you weren't in the throws of pain you'd honestly be laughing at her.

The previous, misguided anger fades away as you watch as a smile takes over her face when she gets to cut the cord. Your heart soars as the happy tears trail down her face at the sound of your babies cries as they travel through the room.

"It's a girl." She announces with a smile, and you return her gleeful expression with a tired one of your own.

The two of you had decided to have the sex of your baby be a surprise, since you'd had more than enough baby clothes available for either option back home.

Natasha looked rigid as she watched the nurse bundling your daughter up, and she followed her every movement as she brought her to your chest for the short bonding moment. You could tell Natasha wasn't in the mood for trusting others, but for your sake she held it in as best she could.

As soon as they took your baby to give her a check up, you rerouted your gaze to your wife. She had already turned to face you with a trembling lip, and you immediately opened your arms for her to fall into.

"I love you so much..." She whispered against your collarbones, and you could feel her tears soaking through your hospital gown.

"I love you more, Nat." You whisper back, tightening your arms around her.

"Impossible." She mumbled, pulling back just enough to move her lips to yours for a dizzying kiss.

"Thank you for making me a mama..." She meekly murmurs against your lips, and you smile widely into the broken kiss.

You pecked her lips once more, then cupped her hovering face, and slightly readjusted her so that your gazes were locked.

"Thank you for loving me so that I could." You quietly say, vulnerability ever present in your tone, and her lips drop to yours for a firm, reassuring kiss.

She pulled back with a permanent smile, placing a kiss to your cheek, then she rounded up a glass of water for you to sip on.

“Detka, that was absolutely terrifying, the miracle of childbirth sounds more like the stuff of nightmares..” She cringes at the obvious image replaying in her mind, and you laugh boisterously, before wincing yourself at the pain radiating throughout you.

“Ow…” You groan, as your hand falls to your somewhat deflated belly.

“That’s what you get for laughing at me.” She quips, with her hands crossed over her chest, practically mirroring your tantrum-ing toddlers.

"Natty, I'm tired..." You mumbled as a sudden wave of exhaustion came crashing over you, and her faux tantrum concluded, as she gently stroked your cheek with her thumb.

"Get some sleep detka, I'll wake you when she needs to eat..." She says with a peck to your lips.

Your eyes fluttered shut, and your breaths evened out within the span of sixty seconds. Natasha just lovingly watched you sleeping, gently moving the hair out of your face, and running her hands through your y/h/c locks. Smile widening at your unconscious moans of appreciation.

"Knock knock..." A nurse quietly greets, as she rolls your daughter into the room, then swiftly leaves the three of you alone.

"Privet, Dahlia, it’s your mama here... I'm so happy to finally meet you, you're even prettier than I'd imagined. That’s your mommy, she’s sleeping, delivering you sure took a lot out of her. Your older siblings are at home on the farm with the Barton's, who are a small portion of your big extended family. You, my angel are so loved already…” She coos down to the wide eyed newborn, as if she actually understands anything she’s saying, but she does seem absolutely transfixed on the crying woman before her so Natasha just continues to ramble.

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They didn't have you where I come from

Never knew the best was yet to come

Life began when I saw your face

And I hear your laugh like a serenade

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Once you’d arrived home, Natasha was dead set on being the one to wake up whenever Dahlia needed anything, which was beyond sweet, and it would've even been beneficial for you had you not been her main source of nourishment.

"Detka... I tried to change her, then rock her, but she's clearly just hungry..." Natasha gently says, as she strokes your hair out of your face, and does her best to wake you up.

"Good middle of the night sleeping beauty." Natasha greets with a smirk as you roll over, and your eyes flutter open.

You lazily sat up at the sounds of your daughters whimpering, opening your specialty bra, and reaching out for her. Natasha slid her into your arms, then she began to readjust herself to aide you.

She sat against the headboard behind you, then she moved to adjust her legs around you. Her arms wrapped around you from behind, as she guided you until you were able to lean your head against her shoulder, and then she used her arms to support your own. She smiled triumphantly as she heard your soft snores, and she watched as your baby got her fill.

"Detka, she's full." She whispers against your neck, then proceeds to place soft kisses to your exposed shoulder blades until your consciousness returned just enough to readjust Dahlia.

You leaned even more into your wife, holding your tiny baby against your chest, and guiding her sleeping head to rest on your shoulder. Natasha placed her hand over yours beneath your babies butt, and the other came up to wipe her face of residual milk, while you worked to burp her.

"Oh, now that's just rank." Natasha playfully gagged out from behind you as your babies rather loud burp fanned across her face.

You lightly chuckled, and then went to stand up to take her back to bed but Natasha launched out of bed behind you.

"No, I got this detka, you rest." She states as she wraps her arms around you, then kisses your forehead and sways the three of you slightly.

"Nat, you don't have to do everything..."

"Shh.. I'm just doing my part, now lay down."

You kissed your baby's nose then slid her over to her mama, and gratefully laid back down. You were laying on your back, staring up at the ceiling as you waited for your wife to return, then after a long fifteen minutes the door creaked open. You sleepily lifted your head up to look at her, smiling dopily in her direction.

"Detka, I said rest.."

"You know I don't sleep well without you..." You relay with your arms wide open, and a sleepy pout upon your lips.

Her face softened, as she slowly climbed into the bed until she hovered over you, and placed a gentle kiss to your waiting lips. Then she lowered her body until she was on her side facing you, with her head residing upon your chest, and her arm over your abdomen.

"Hey, detka?" She quietly questions, slowly lifting her head off of you, and resting up on her elbow to stare down at you.

Her curious eyes were met with your calm features, as you'd clearly slipped right back into a deep sleep the moment your wife returned to your bed. Natasha knew she should sleep, because if your new babies track record holds, she'll be up again in five hours. She chooses to tough it out though, opting for watching you sleep for just a bit longer, and enjoying the tranquility of the moment. Trailing her fingers down your face, tracing over your lips, and you sighed against her palm.

“Ya lyublyu tebya…” She breathes out against your face, then lays back down, allowing the rhythmic thumping of your heart to lull her into a restful slumber.

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I slip in bed when you're asleep

To hold you close and feel your breath on me

Tomorrow there'll be so much to do

So tonight I'll drift in a dream with you

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Natasha's eyes blinked open slowly at the sound of the sleep monitor crackling. Her eyes panned to the left to see the clock flashing six am, and she thanked the heavens it was at least a decent time. Then her eyes panned over to you, and not so surprisingly the two tiny bodies that now resided atop of you.

She chuckled lightly at the sight of your sons body sprawled across yours, with his head on your thigh, and feet on each side of your face. Eliana's approach was far more refined, as she was simply cuddled into your side, and your arm was tightly wrapped around her tiny body.

After a minute of silent admiration, she slips out of bed, and enters the nursery; turning off the white noise machine, and scooping your tiniest creation close to her chest. She changes her diaper, places her in a fresh onesie, then carries her downstairs to warm up some stored breastmilk. She use one arm to hold your baby girl up, and then snakes her hand around to hold the bottle. Then with her other arm she fills two sippy cups with apple juice, then scoops them up by their handled with her pinky and returns to your bedroom.

She was greeted by your smiling face, as you had now been sitting against the headboard with a book, having apparently readjusted the sleeping two year olds so that they were both at your side.

"Good morning my gorgeous girls..." You quietly beam, with an outstretched hand as you motion for them to come closer.

Natasha gently made her way onto the bed to sit beside you, careful to not disturb the toddler at your side. You leaned your head onto her shoulder, continuing to read, and reveling in the warmth of your wife, and the fleeting silence. Your wife placed a lingering kiss to your temple, then rested her head atop of yours while burping your infant.

“Forever…” Natasha suddenly whispers, turning her neck to look down at you.

“…and Always.” You instantly whisper back, lifting your head to face her with a bright smile, before leaning forward to meet her lips for a sweet kiss.

It was almost as if your toddlers just knew you two were sharing a peaceful moment of intimacy, because they’d stirred awake. Shoving their way in between you two for their morning cuddles, while desperately chugging down their sippy cups’s of juice as if they were being dehydrated.

“Odna minuta, vsego odna minuta s moyey zhenoy, eto vse, o chem ya prosh…” Natasha grumbled as she stared up at the ceiling.

(One minute, just one minute with my wife, it's all I ask)

You lightly chuckled as you got the gist of what she’d said, while simultaneously working to soothe the grumpy-butt toddlers.

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How long do you want to be loved

Is forever enough, is forever enough

How long do you want to be loved

Is forever enough

Cause I'm never, never giving you up

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After lunch you'd started to notice that the twins were becoming rather hellish, so you'd scooped them up and took them to their room while Natasha finished cleaning up the kitchen.

Natasha finished the clean up rather quickly since lunch was a simple grilled cheese and soup combo. She then transferred Dahlia from her swing to the crib, and turned her monitor and sleep machine on in the hopes that she could elongate the nap.

Her body quietly traveled to the doorway of the twins room where she'd silently observed you with a fond smile as you tucked them in together. Eliana and Nikolai have this unbreakable bond, Wands had described it to you guys as a twin thing, but basically the two had refused to sleep separately since they could toddle. Niko's bed is basically just a storage for their toys at this point.

Natasha honestly loved the way that you were aloof to her stare, because it meant that she could ogle you for as long as she'd wanted without you shying away.

"How's mommy's grumpy baby's? We ready for a nap huh?" Your sweet voice filled the room, she could only presume that you were smiling that delicate smile of yours that you'd reserved for your babies, and she was fortunate enough to glimpse at on occasion.

Her heart swooned as you started to sing them a lullaby:

"A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you're fast asleep. In dreams you lose your heartaches, whatever you wish for, you keep.”

Your tone was hushed, but your face was animated, as your thumbs soothingly moved down the bridge of their noses. Eli was always out like a light after the first lullaby, but Niko, was always more resistant to nap time, so you’d sing a slurry of lullaby’s.

“Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high. There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream… Really do come true…”

He was so close, you could see his eyelids losing the fight, so you knew one song would be enough to finish him off.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine… You make me happy when skies are gray…”

You began, slowly standing to your feet, Natasha crept up behind you and began to wrap her arms around you from behind, pulling your back into her front, as she lightly swayed the both of you.

“You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away…”

Natasha’s melodic voice harmonized with you, as the song came to an end, and the lightest snores surrounded the both of you.

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As you wander through this troubled world

In search of all things beautiful

You can close your eyes when you're miles away, and hear my voice like a serenade

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"You sounded so beautiful detka..." Natasha coos from behind you, as she looks over your shoulder to see your sleeping toddlers.

"Thank you my love, I appreciated the harmonizing..." You whisper, turning your face slightly to coax her into a kiss.

Her lips met yours in a delicate manner, you practically melted into her. She pulled away after a brief moment, you had whined at the loss of affection, but her eyes sent off a warning and you remembered where you were.

Natasha shut the door quietly, then you gently pushed her to the wall to finish off the kiss. An unintentional groan fell from her lips as your body molded against hers, and her not so subtle clothed bulge was pressing against your abdomen.

"Just because my legs are temporarily closed, doesn't mean that my mouth has to be.." You whisper into your wife's ear, as you cup at her erection and leave her with her mouth agape before her legs seem to catch up to her brain and take off after your mischievous form.

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2,749 Words

One more after this and I’m done with this wholesome little family… Unless someone has a song rec that fits the vibes.

Nat and Y/N are horny mofo’s in this fic set, so the end felt right as a tease. 🤪

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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Chapter 51.7: … Mooning 🌚🥵

Chapter 51.5 | Masterlist | Chapter 52 | Words: 6,762

Oral—Face riding, Mommy kink, Swearing, Nipple play, public nudity, Strap use—Breeding!!

TW: Briefly unwanted male attention/touch, swearing.

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—Mykonos—Greece—

We'd arrived to Mykonos, Greece, after an excruciatingly long flight, at about 12AM the following day, perfectly timed for our check in. Natasha had picked out my outfit for me, having apparently done extensive research on "party attire." As I stare at it I'm thinking it's more about wanting me to be wearing a scantily clad outfit. It's literally a lacy red bralette midi shirt, a pair of matching panties, and black booty shorts.

"Natty, are you sure this is the whole outfit?" I shout from the bed, as I slip my flats on, having drawn the line with her at heels for a day on the beach.

"Oh, yes, most definitely..." She cheekily replies, as she enters the room and pulls me in for a sweet kiss by my bare hips.

"You look beautiful baby girl..." She coos, as she gingerly places her lips over a deep mark on my shoulder from last nights events.

"My marks are on perfect display for everyone to see..." She whispers against my skin, as she traces her thumb over another mark on my hip.

"... Everyone will know you're mine, and that way I can enjoy this outfit out in the open..."

She drops her hands to my ass, and pulls me against her, then she smashes her lips to mine fervently. She pulls back far quicker than I'd dreamed of, and laughs at my desperate whines.

"Baby, we have a full day of partying ahead of us...."

"You're such a tease..." I groan, as I grab my fanny pack and follow her out of the door.

Nat's POV

"Sex on the beach for my lady, and a cosmo for me please." I beam to the bartender, sneaking glances to the dance floor to see Y/N's tipsy form dancing like an idiot.

"Here you are ma'am." The younger man behind the counter says, and I cringe at the term, but smile nonetheless as I grab the drinks and return to my wife.

"Natty!!!!! You're back!!!" She screeches, throwing her arms around my neck, and nearly knocking the drinks from my hands.

"Yes, detka, I've returned from my long winded mission." I chuckle out, while leaning forward to kiss her soft lips.

She swiftly parts her lips, granting me immediate access, but I choose to restrain because I have a feeling that if I deepened the kiss now, we wouldn't make it to our dinner plans in an hour...

"Darling, you're insatiable." I groan against her lips, as she pushes her front against mine.

"Fix it then." She breathily challenges me, as she pulls my bottom lip between her teeth, and I squeeze my eyes shut tightly to rid my mind of the intoxicating thoughts.

"Detka..."

She heeds my shaky warning, pulling away with a gentle smile, and faux innocence swirling in her eyes. Then she just rests her head against my chest as she gently sways us. I thank the heavens that she'd allow me such peace, even if only for just a brief moment.

The song shifted into something a bit more sensuous, so she pulled back and began to taunt me with the enticing sway of her hips. I watched on, while sipping upon my cosmo, and imagining all the ways I could take her tonight. She smiles at me from across the floor, and my gaze falls to the set of hands reaching towards her. I saw as her face contorts into disgust as a man pulled her back against her front.

He screeched at the sensation of Y/N's powers, as she instinctively went invisible at the touch. She'd been better at controlling when her powers went off, but the alcohol in her system, mixed with the distasteful touch clearly caused her fight or flight to go into overdrive. Once she'd come back into my view, I set my empty glass down, then angrily made my way towards the scene.

"What the fuck was that?" The man slurs, with a heavy Greek accent, and he attempts to make another reach for Y/N. I wrap my arm around her and pull her into me protectively, and glare his way.

"Don't fucking touch what's not yours." I grumble, while pushing the man 'slightly' and watching in amusement as he struggles to remain on his feet.

"You American's are freaks." He slurs, as he takes off—stumbles—out of the bar, as if he's not the weirdo here, but I sigh in relief for the remaining women in the bar.

I scoff, slightly offended to be jumbled in with the American comment, but I just laugh along with the chuckling beauty against my chest.

"He called us freaks, but he's the one who doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself."

"You.. He called you a freak." I tease, laughing boisterously as she tries to fight her way out of my hold, but I just keep her close regardless of her 'protests.'

As my laughter dies down, I feel as her body slightly tenses in my arms, so I move to run my hand up and down her back.

"Are you okay detka?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She sighs, but she contradicts herself, as she pulls back and looks up with a pouty lip, and gentle eyes.

I lean down, kissing her like she clearly wanted me to, and she instantly sighs against my lips. Our lips move gently against one another's, her hands found residence in my hair, and she gently scratches at my scalp.

"You hungry yet, moya lyubov'?"

"Yes, very." She mumbles against my lips, an air of flirtation is present in her tone, and I pull back to playfully glare at her as she giggles.

I drag her out of the bar, pulling her towards the restaurant I'd strategically picked for us, and I laugh at the way she can't seem to keep up with me.

"Jump on detka." I say, as I come to a stop, and she looks at me with a questioning gaze, but jumps up nonetheless.

I grip under her thighs tightly, and smile to myself as I feel her nuzzle into my back. Drunk Y/N's a rarity, but she's honestly my favorite, always far more snuggly and I'll honestly never tire of her arms around me.

We eventually reach the restaurant—Krama—and I set her down gently, then pull her indoors.

Κrama: a Greek word which signifies the harmonious marriage of parts that create a concordant ensemble.

As I look over the menu, I smile at their mantra, then I quickly find myself distracted by the sounds of Y/N playing with the silverware.

"Detka, pick your food..." I chide, trying my best not to laugh and give her a reason to think that this is okay.

"Natty, look, I built a quinjet." She beams, completely ignoring my instructions, and I placate her with a glance at her jumbled stack of forks and spoons.

"Good job, now try to pick some food." I try to reroute her.

"Oh, I thought my wife was picking for me."

I smile at the way she says wife, and I reach out to link my hand with hers on the table.

"I can, if that's what you wanted."

"Please." She lowly whines, while staring at me with glazed over eyes, and I slyly slide a glass of water in her direction.

"Drink some water dorogoy..."

She complies instantly, slightly chugging the glass down, so I quickly slide mine her way as well. As much as I love my drunk, cuddly Y/N, I'd like to avoid overly emotional, tear stricken Y/N while we try to have a romantic dinner.

I ordered her the chicken fillet that's served with aromatic butter and stuffed cannelloni with mushrooms, and Mykonos "louza" which is just prosciutto, and pine nuts. For me I ordered the Porterhouse steak, medium rare of course, and for my sides I got the mashed potatoes, and buttered vegetables. Then I ordered an additional side of fries, in case Y/N's not into the 'fancy' sides, since she can be rather picky when drunk.

Y/N sobers up rather quickly, after about three glasses of water, and the entirety of the fries. The food arrives shortly after, and everything is rather perfect.

"How's your steak Natty?"

"It's perfect, wanna bite?" I ask, while twirling my fork around with a rather nice piece hanging off.

She nods, then leans forward with an open mouth, and my thoughts turn devious once more. Her lips wrap around my fork, and she slowly pulls the meat off, and moans at the taste. I can tell that it's a genuine response, but whether she's teasing or not, it has the same effect on my body.

"Wow, that was delicious!!! Do you wanna try my chicken?" She asks, completely oblivious to my state, and I simply hum in response, and use my fork to collect a cut piece from her plate.

"So, what's next on the agenda?"

I look down at my phone to check the time, briefly becoming sidetracked as I stare at my current lock screen. It's a recent photo from the night of our wedding, Y/N was still in her wedding dress, completely passed out on the couch, with her body curled around a sleeping Gus. The smile on my face naturally takes its place as I revel in the domesticity of it all. Y/N's sudden clearing of her throat pulls me back to the moment, and I look up to see her quirked brow and playful smirk.

"Well, it's um 5:30PM moya lyubov', so I'd like for us to go down to the water, maybe we can catch the sunset, then we can just spend some quality time together, before we return to our room." I stammer out, as I fumble in my bag, then settle a more than enough payment down on the table, then pulled her squealing body out of the restaurant.

Y/N's POV

Nat and I walked hand in hand through the beautiful town of Mykonos, specifically in the Chora district, which is known for its partying culture. We were enjoying the early beginnings of the lively nightlife that began to fill the surrounding streets.

Ever the spy, Natasha would tell me all about the random unsuspecting individuals. Then she'd prove herself right with Stark technology, and I'd repeatedly remind her how creepy it is, but she'd brush me off and continue on her journey with her unique skillset.

"Detka, I'm telling you, that's definitely a tourist from California, more specifically LA!"

"You know, Natty, I'm going to say I believe you, because I've learned not to doubt you." I sigh out, finding her unbridled enthusiasm about this honestly hilarious.

"Smart girl..." She teases, then shrieks victoriously as FRIDAY confirms that she is indeed a 'Valley Girl' from Calabasas, CA.

We continue to walk through, passing by a multitude of clubs, shops, and eateries until we eventually arrive to a bus stop, that shuttles us to "Elia Beach," which happens to be around the same resort we're staying at.

Natasha pulls a blanket, and pillow from her bag, making sure we're seated away from onlookers, then she settles it into the sand. She sits down first, then reaches up for me, and I glide into her lap so we can watch the sunset.

The beach is rather full as people are pouring in, drinking and partying, and as I look around I became rather aware that it's a clothing optional beach...

"Darling, would you like to try something rather adventurous with me?" Natasha questions as the sun falls just below the skyline, and I can just hear the mischief in her tone.

"Depends... What would that adventure entail?" I hesitantly ask, as I turn to face her to find her eyes swimming with deviance.

"Two words..."

She whispers into my ear, and my body slightly shivers.

"... skinny dipping..."

"There's a rather empty area of the beach just about 50 feet to the left, and I suppose it could be rather fun. I've never found it worth my time, but I find that with the right woman it's actually rather enticing."

I nod against her shoulder, not entirely trusting my words, and she scoops me up and throws me over her shoulder and makes a beeline for the vacant corner of the dimly lit beach.

Nat's POV

Before Y/N could change her mind—which would be totally fine—I raced us over to the empty side of the beach and began to shed my clothes, opting to leave myself in just my undergarments for a brief moment.

Y/N just stood there watching me like a lovesick idiot, practically drooling, so I decided to play with her a little bit.

"Catch me if you can..." I seductively whisper, as I run off and toss my bra at her face.

I turn back to see her scrambling to get out of the tightly fitting shorts, and bralette midi, before she's racing into the frigid water after me.

"Oh! Shit!" She gasps, as the temperature of the water registers in her mind, and I pull her into my embrace to preserve any warmth we'd have between the two of us.

"Come on detka, it's not that cold..." I laugh out, while rubbing my hands up and down her arms to create friction.

"Says you, Elsa the freaking ice queen! How about you say that to my rock hard nipples Natalia?!" She shrieks.

"Gladly..." I husk out, as I grip her up by her thighs and she instinctively wraps her legs around me.

I quickly appreciate the darkness that surrounds us, as we share this intimate moment together, in the quiet of the night, interacting as if we're the only ones here.

Y/N gasps, digging her nails into the nape of my neck as I gently suck over a fading mark on the side of her neck. I quickly kiss down to her chest, then jolt her higher up on my body and latch my lips around her nipple as I suck harshly and her body arches into mine.

"Natty.." Y/N breathlessly moans out.

I hum around her nipple, urging her to continue, as I kiss my way over to her other breast.

"I-I might enjoy the drink, but there's absolutely no way in hell I'm having sex with you on the beach." She stutters out.

"Why's that?" I playfully whine, as I let her nipple go with a pop, and give her my full attention, because I'm honestly in complete agreement with her.

"For one, it's so unsanitary.... Then there's the illegal part, I could just see it now 'Avengers 411–Black Widow, and the Invisible Stark arrested for engaging in coitus in public—Are our heroes really this careless? Lastly, I'm freezing, my vagina's going to shrivel up!!!"

I laugh loudly, honestly uncomfortably as it's so deep I find myself cramping, and I work to regain control of my breathing.

"Detka... Coitus? Really? I mean I agree, though my reasoning is slightly different. There's no way in hell I'm sharing your beautiful noises with the world." I lightly chuckle out, then run out of the water with her still wrapped around my hips.

I grapple the towel off the sand, and loosely throw it around us, before haphazardly grabbing our belongings and slamming them into my bag.

"Hold on tight..." I quip before racing us back to our hotel room for a night of unimaginable fun.

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I slam her into the bed, and waste no time in reattaching my lips to her nipple. Her body arches off the bed, and I use my other hand to hold her down, and that's when I feel just how cold she really is. I lift her back up, and carry her to the bathroom, where I hold her body up against the wall with mine as I slam my lips to hers.

I continue to move my lips against hers with vigor, while I lazily reach for the shower, and hold my hand under the stream until I deem it warm enough. As the water hits her skin, she hisses against my lips at the drastic change in her bodies temperature.

"Is it too hot?"

She vigorously shakes her head from side to side, pushing her lips against mine with even more force, and rolls her hips against my abdomen. I groan against her lips as I feel the warmth radiating off of her core, and I tap her thighs in silent instruction.

She reluctantly drops her legs until she's stood in front of me, and I immediately drop to my knees to be met with her dripping core. I gently rearrange us, allowing the shower water to stream down my back, and throw her left leg over my shoulder, and lean her backwards to use the wall for leverage, while I surge forward to lap at her folds.

Her delicious moans fill the space around us, while I devour every last drop that her dripping cunt has to offer me. My tongue dips down and into her entrance with ease, I swirl it around within her, and she instantly tightens the grip she has in my hair and a rather loud moan falls passed her lips.

"Shit, mommy, please don't stop.. I'm close.." She whimpers out, and the way she does so sends a pang of arousal straight to my core.

Her pleas spur me to move even faster, as I trace my tongue across her slit, swirling it over her clit, and relishing in the way her body jolts in response to me. Two of my fingers slip into her with ease, and her velvety walls cling to them, as my lips then wrap around her clit. Her legs began to tremble, and I knew she wasn't lying—she's close.

I smoothly trailed my other hand up her abdomen, until I was able to palm at her breasts. I gently kneaded at them, while I continued my sinful ministrations below. I was thrusting my fingers into her at an unrelenting pace, moving within her in a come hither motion with every few thrusts. Her walls clenched tightly around my fingers, so I began to scissor them from within, then I sucked harshly on her clit, while pinching her nipples between my thumb and pointer finger in quick succession.

"Fuck!" She cries out as a choked moan swiftly follows.

Her legs nearly give out, as her orgasm comes crashing over her and I use my mouth to catch every last bit of her delectable essence. I slowly continue to pump my fingers into her, as I prod at her walls, attempting to help her ride out her orgasm for as long as possible. Once her moans began to fade into whimpers, I pull my fingers out and use my other arm to hold her up, but she slowly drops to her knees in front of me. Before I could slip my drenched digits into my mouth, she gripped my hand, then guided my fingers to her panting lips instead. She slowly pressed them into her mouth, then she slowly ran her tongue in between them, as she sucked every last bit of her arousal off of my fingers.

As soon as she released my fingers, she gently smirked, and I lunged forward to capture her lips with mine for an intense kiss. I ran my tongue across her lower lip, I moaned into her mouth instantaneously once she'd granted access and I was able to taste her once more.

"God, Y/N, I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of you..." I groan against her lips, while my hands grip her hips in a bruising manner, and she smiles widely into the kiss.

"You know, mommy, I was just thinking the same thing..." She whispers against my lips, as her hand palms at my breasts, and her lips attach to my pulse point.

We get lost in each other for the zillionth time this trip, completely overlooking the now freezing water cascading down our bodies as we melt into each other once more...

Nat's POV

—Paris—France—

Our last destination was the place where all of this love making had started, and it is where we're staying for an entire week.

I'm taking her to have dinner at the Le Jules Verne, located on the second floor of the Eiffel Tower, then back to our hotel for an extra special night of fun.

The restaurant has a dress code, so I used that as an excuse to purchase a fancy outfit for my gorgeous wife. After we finished our water conserving shower together, I'd left her alone in the restroom to get ready, while I used the bedroom space and vanity to get ready myself.

Y/N's POV

Natty had given me a garment bag, and upon opening it I found myself rather stunned. It was a gorgeous suit set, in a rose gold color, and it shimmered under the light. She'd paired it with a tight fitting white top to go beneath the jacket, and a pair of wedges in a color to match the suit. After I'd handled my skincare, and applied a light layer of makeup, I'd put the suit on, opting out of a bra, and settled upon a lacy black thong for my bottom. Then I sorted through some jewelry; I layered my hand with an ensemble of stackable gold rings, with a simple layered gold chain to match around my neck, and a simple diamond studs in my ears. I ended with curling my hair, then I placed a white beret atop my head to fit in with the ambiance of France.

I walked out of the bathroom to find Natty dressed in a simple black dress, but she's always had the ability to make the simplest of things shine—like me for example.

It hugs her curves perfectly, and is lowly cut so I have ample viewing of her supple breasts.

"You're drooling." She teases, as I avert my gaze back up to her face to see her playful smirk, and the wink she throws me.

She extends her hand to me, and we walk out of the hotel doors and into the cold, evening air.

Dinner is nothing short of romantic, as the table is adorned with a vase of roses in the center, and a chic black tablecloth sits beneath it, and atop the cloth is the silverware, wrapped beautifully with white cloth napkins. The lights in the level of the tower we were on were dimly lit, allowing us to take in the gorgeous views outside. Natasha and I, upon arrival, were sat at a 'premium' table, and were then gifted a bottle of wine on the house—well, the tower.

Dinner was served to us in a subsequent order, five savory hour d'oeuvres, and two dessert-esque ones later and we were far from full. The food was exquisite for sure, but the concept of snacks equating to dinner has always been funny to me. We'd thanked the servers, and once again Natasha paid—against my protests—then we walked, hand in hand, back to our hotel nearby. On our journey back my mouth immediately salivated at the scent of a street dog cart nearby. I dragged Natasha out of our way in search of the delicacy, and purchased two for the road for us.

"New York's are better." Natasha teasingly states, as she tosses her wrapper away, and then in the blink of an eye she pushes me against the door of our hotel as it shuts.

"Strip, and wait on your knees on the bed, mommy has quite the surprise in the works." She husks into my ear, and as soon as she moves out of my way I swiftly take off for the room.

Natasha seems rather nervous, and it's honestly filling me with an untraceable sense of anxiety, as I sit on the bed like she'd instructed me to do. Well, partially, I decided to leave myself in the lingerie I'd worn for her, thinking she'd enjoy the prospect of it all.

Nat's POV

While she scrambled off to the room, I collected the special refrigerated briefcase I'd brought with us. Y/N and I were adamant on starting a family, so I'd began working tirelessly with Bruce and Cho to find a solution to our situation. After many nights in the lab, and the magic that is science, we were able to creat a genetic substance reminiscent of sperm, that I could use to impregnate Y/N. Tony's drunk comments at the wedding had a specific meaning, because he'd actually helped me to create the prototype—the double sided dildo—that I'm using tonight.

It's a concept he was initially gagging over when I'd introduced it, but once he matured slightly, he was able to look past it and help me. Straps that cum have existed for awhile, but this one is astronomically better. Basically, once I'm thrown over into my orgasm, and my walls clench around my side, the substance will spill out of Y/N's end and directly into her. If it all works out, then in about nine months time we'll have a bundle of joy to commemorate our month of intense love making.

I steady my breathing, trying my best to hide my obvious nerves, then I walk into our shared space, and lose my breath once again at the sight of her so prettily displayed for me.

"Oh, detka, you always look so good when you're on your knees for me."

Her low whines were honestly pitiful, and in the same turn, they were practically music to my ears. I took slow strides towards the bed, then I reached out to cup her cheeks, and placed a gentle kiss to her lips.

"So... I have a new toy for us, and I'm about to use it fuck our future kids into you, would you like that detka? Want me to fill that pretty pussy up with my cum?"

I felt her frantically nodding her head up and down, but I wanted to make it clear to her that I'm being dead serious.

"Moya lyubov', use your words for mommy, because there's no going back after I use my special gadget that Bruce, Cho and Tony all collaborated with me on."

"Natasha, I'm all in..." She whispers, as her breaths fan across my exposed collarbones, and I reach behind her to unclasp her bra to release her breasts.

"That's what mommy wants to hear sweet girl... Now, before I fill you to the brim, I want you to ride my face..." I instruct, wanting nothing more than to taste her again, and more so I want to really prepare her for my strap.

I push her shoulder lightly, until she topples backwards, and I am able to see her already drenched panties.

"Shit detka, all this talk of fucking my babies into you has got you this wet?" I groan, as I then lean down to lick a strip up her clothed core, and smirk as her hips buck upwards in search of friction.

"Yes mommy... I want you to fill me up so bad..." She practically shouts out, and a new sense of urgency fills my body.

"Soon.." I growl out, before yanking her panties down her legs, then pulling her to her feet.

I lay down with my head against the pillows, and then I beckon for her to make her way over to me with a welcoming smile. She seems hesitant to ride my face, always unnecessarily worried that she's going to somehow hurt me, no matter how much I reassure her that I'll be fine.

I mean... Asphyxiation by pussy sounds like a pretty cool way to die...

"Detka, be a good girl and serve me my dessert." I rasp, and she shyly shuffles the rest of the way up until her core's directly above my eager mouth, and her scent all but consumes my senses.

She could honestly take my strap with ease right now, but not until I get my taste of her. I wrap my arms around her outer thighs, using my hands to grip her and firmly hold her open. Then I pull her down until my mouth makes direct contact with her dripping core. I groan at the taste of her arousal as it drips onto my tongue, and her body shivers atop of mine as I slowly ease my tongue into her entrance.

The nonstop sexual escapades we've been partaking in has proven to make her extremely sensitive; her walls clench around my tongue almost instantly, and I have to work overtime to thrust into her. I swirl my tongue around, prodding at her walls, her hips instinctually move against my tongue, and I can't fight the smirk that takes its place on my face.

"Oh my gosh, mommy, I'm already so close.." She gasps out, as she mercilessly uses my face to get off, I gladly allow it.

Her hips move at an incredibly unsteady pace, her unsteady breaths fill the air, and my heads reeling at the notion of being used for her pleasure. I move to flatten my tongue, as I nudge my nose against her clit, successfully pulling a wanton moan from her lips. Then I hear as her upper body falls into the headboard, and her legs attempt to clamp around my head.

"Detka, are you gonna cum for mommy?" I hum against her core and I can vaguely see her vigorously nodding her head up and down.

"Use your words moya lyubov'."

"Yes.. Wanna cum for you so badly mommy.." She stutters out.

I abruptly shove my tongue into her entrance, and trail my hand over her thigh, so that my thumb can reach her clit. Her arms and head are leaning against the headboard, giving me a perfect view of her face. My tongue swirls within her, nudging at her velvety walls, while my thumb rubs tight circles against her clit, and I watch her face contort at the same moment her walls trap my tongue in place. One last press to her clit has her mouth falling open as she gasps, and her eyes firmly squeezed shut in succession.

“Fuck…” She groans, as her orgasm comes flooding out, and I suck in the entirety of what she has to offer up.

I continue to prod at her entrance, and lap at her folds, even with the whimpers that fall beyond her lips, and I only pull back when I feel the way her legs shake around my head. I tap her shaky thigh, and she lifts up the best she can, and shimmies down.

I grip at her hips, and in one fluid motion I have her back to the bed, and am now hovering above her. I press quick kisses down her jaw, stopping at the space beneath her ear, before I suck a mark directly below it.

“I’m going to fill your pretty pussy up detka, gonna put a baby in you…” I breathily whisper against the shell of her ear, smirking as soon as I feel her body shiver beneath mine.

“Fuck, mommy, I need you…”

“I’m right here baby, tell me what you need..” I rasp, as I trail my lips back up her jaw, until our eyes are locked on one another’s and she whimpers under my gaze.

“Inside… Need you.. Please.. Fuck me!” She incoherently mumbles, and I chuckle at the state she’s in.

“As you wish…” I groan, and smash my lips to hers, while my hand slides down her body.

I guide the thick strap across her dripping core, collecting her abundant arousal so that it can pass her entrance with relative ease. I push the strap passed her entrance, and swallow the throaty moan she releases as my strap stretches her out.

“Are you okay?” I whisper against her lips

“Mhm..” She hums, with tightly squeezed eyes, and I slowly thrust a bit more of my length into her, as my mouth absorbs the whines that tumble passed her lips.

I trace my tongue across her bottom lip, then push my tongue passed her suddenly parted lips, and begin to suckle on her tongue as a means of distraction as I rut my hips into hers until I’ve officially bottomed out.

I pull my hips back slightly, then thrust back in as I get her body used to the movement.

“Please more…” She attempts to mumble, but it really just comes out a blabbering mess until I release her tongue.

“What was that dorogoy?”

“More… please…” She chokes out, as I am sucking on her pulse point, then I smirk against her skin before pulling out completely.

Within a second of her whining I’m slamming my hips back into hers, and pulling the moans I so desperately desired from her lips. I begin to roll my hips, at a teasing pace, wanting to drag this out ever so slightly as I find the greatest pleasure in her body writhing beneath mine.

I quicken my pace, as my body burns with a craving for the delicious friction, and I release a groan as the strap hits my gspot just right. I then lift Y/N’s legs, throwing her calves over my shoulders, and she screams in pleasure as the strap continues to hit her at the optimal angle.

The coil in my abdomen tightens with every filthy noise she sputters, and I’m well aware that I’m nearing my state of euphoria. Y/N’s hips start to move in uniformity with mine, and the strap begins to stroke against my g spot with every thrust she meets. My mind starts to fog, and I latch my lips to hers for some sense of grounding.

“Mommy’s gonna cum baby, gonna have our happy ever after after I put this baby in you…”

She hums against my lips, then without warning she aggressively juts her hips and my vision blurs as my walls clench around the portion inside of me, and a guttural moan escapes passed my lips. I fall into her, causing the strap to deepen within her and she screams in immense pleasure as the strap releases inside of her, beautifully painting her walls.

Our lips meet in a frantic kiss, as we both continue to move our hips against one another until our pleasure fades out into an overstimulated pain. I reluctantly pull back, pulling the drenched strap out, and ogling at the mix of her arousal that spills out along with the artificially procured semen.

“Oh detka, such a filthy fucking mess you’ve made…” I groan, as I use my fingers to scoop it up, and shove it back in.

She whines at the intrusion, but she’s patient and allows me to refill her pussy back up with the excess spillage, as she works to regain her breathing.

“I love you so much Y/N/N… I’m so happy we found each other, and I can’t wait for our glorious future together…”

“I love you most Natty… You’re my angel” She sleepily mumbles, and I smile down at her with adoring eyes.

I gently kiss her cheek, then leave to set up a bath for us, while her legs are propped up on a multitude of pillows for the time being.

Y/N's POV

The following morning I awoke to Natasha's head on my chest, as her hand was beneath my oversized shirt, aimlessly rubbing circles against my belly.

"Good morning Natty..." I whisper, and her head slightly shifts so she can look up at me.

"Good morning dorogoy..." she sighs out.

"Do you think it worked?" She whispers into the calm silence, an air of vulnerability ever present in her tone, and I tighten my arm around her that had been loosely lying there.

"Well, darling, there's no way to tell just yet, but even if it didn't—we have the rest of our lives to continue trying" I genuinely reply, feeling a wave of happiness rush over me at the mere thought of our prospective children to come.

"I promise I'll never tire of it..." I playfully add on, lightly trailing my nails across her bare skin, as I chuckle at the sound of her groans, and she buries her face into my chest.

"Aren't your legs like broken?" She playfully grumbles, and I laugh even harder.

"Oh Natty, if you wanted a closed legs policy just ask, I can swear to a life of celibacy just for you. I only want for you to be happy." I deadpan, and as expected she reacts with the speed of a cheetah.

She's now straddling me, as she stares down with eyes full of faux fear, because neither of us would ever follow through with a celibacy pact...

"That's not a promise of happiness detka, it's more a means of torture!" She playfully shouts, but her eyes scream sincerity, and I just fall into a fit of giggles beneath her.

"Glad to know we're on the same page." I eventually get out, as my laughter subsides, and she leans her forehead to mine.

"Seriously though, I really hope it worked." She breathily whispers against my face.

"Me too..." I whisper back, and slightly tilt my face until our lips meet in a sweet kiss.

She sighs against my lips, as we lightly make out, neither one of us moving to deepen it; simply just enjoying the pleasures of having our lips connected. Eventually her soft kisses trail down my jaw, until her lips land to place a firm kiss to my pulse point, then she gently lays her body down on mine and sighs in contentment.

"Cuddles.." She sleepily mumbles, and I pull the blanket over us, and find peace in the vibes of this obviously lazy day.

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The rest of our week here was spent innocently exploring, and it all flew by far too quickly. Alas, all good things must come to an end, so now we're packing up, and making our way back home.

April 2015

—Manhattan—New York—

Wanda's POV

Y/N and Natasha are due home today, after a month of exploring, and I'm absolutely ecstatic!!! I missed my besties, and in all honesty Yelena's absolutely insufferable.

I am sat on the couch, reading my book on parenting, since that's the next step for my OTP—best friends—and I toss my book aside once I sense their presence.

Natasha enters first with a content smile, as she's wheeling in their suitcases and accompanying duffles sat atop. Y/N enters next, wearing an oversized hoodie and shorts, while looking absolutely exhausted, and she's also slightly limping.

"Y/N/N, what's wrong?" I ask, noticing Natasha's smirk from my peripheral, as she sips on the lemonade I'd just made and Y/N looks up at me.

I notice the trail of hickeys on the only portion of her collarbone that's visible to me, then I see her thighs are painted in the same marks. The limping immediately clicks, and I am unable to leave before she speaks.

"My—My vagina's definitely broken." She croaks out, while heading straight towards the freezer and subsequently pulls out an ice pack.

"Oh my gosh, I'm going to Kate Bishop's!" Yelena screeches, as she races passed my stunned body and slams the door shut.

"Dr. Raynor?... Two o'clock tomorrow? Yeah, please feel free to bill this session to the 'Natasha's an idiot' checking account linked to my file, ignore the default 'Tony's reparations payout." I state to my psychologist, then turn to face the women that always find a way to cause me pain when returning from trips.

The sight of them cuddled up in the kitchen is enough to soften the blow, and I make my way over to make my way into their cuddle sesh.

"I love you guys, even if you bring me pain." I groan out and they simply chuckle, while cuddling me in between them.

I feel this odd additional presence in the room, and after a minute of it lingering it clicks in my mind...

"All three of you..." I murmur, then they both gasp at my announcement, and I feel Y/N's arms tighten around me, and Natasha's fresh tears hitting my exposed shoulder.

Welp, good thing I had my book handy...

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I decided to keep with the stories theme of back and forth POV's for this chapter even with it being smut 😂

I prefer writing smut in 2nd POV but I'd like to think it worked out quite well regardless 🤪

One chapter left, and I’d say it’s about 1/3 of the way done, with the ideas mapped out. ❤️

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Chapter 52: Ya Lyublyu Tebya

Chapter 51.7 | Masterlist| The End | Words: 4,791

Smutty Blurb labeled 🥵, Minors DNI

Oral, strap use—breeding

September 2015

Y/N's POV

It's funny—really, I've seen Natasha less in the six months I've been pregnant, then I had in all of our relationship prior. We'd gone from spending every waking minute together, to practically strangers in the last few months. She's hardly ever here, and when she is it's just to cuddle up to me in the night time and leave before we could even get a chance to speak in the mornings.

This pregnancy has been misery, and I'm company-less... I love her so much, and I know she loves me just the same; she's clearly running from something, and I'm starting to fear that it's me. I don't want to do this alone.

Did she only ever agree to this dream of a family for me?

Whatever the reasoning, I'd honestly become fed up with the sheer neglect, so I took off, let's see how long until she notices...

Am I being dramatic?

Sure... But she signed up for that when she married me...

Nat's POV

I'm on my way home from the most recent mission, and I'm pretty shaken up. All I'm craving is my wife's arms around me, but I'm not even sure that I deserve them...

She's been so patient with me as I try to navigate a domesticated life, but I think I'm breaching her limits. The talk of retirement was something I'd clung to, until the time actually came, and I took back my vow.

Y/N was more than understanding, having told me that it's okay if I'm not ready in the exact moment. I saw the disappointment in her gaze, but I also saw the unwavering love and support that outweighed the disappointment. As the months drug on, and the missions never slowed, I could see her gaze hardening.

My sweet, beautiful, perfect girl, was somehow disappearing. I know her ever changing hormones played a part, but more so I knew it was because I'd all but disappeared myself.

"Natasha! Get your head out of your ass!" I vaguely hear Yelena yell at me from across the jet.

"What are you on about Yelena?" I groan, honestly having no energy after our close call of a mission to fight anymore.

"You made promises, and you're failing to keep them! Y/N's sad and living alone because you're being a big scaredy-cat. The world won't fall apart if you take a step back. You have a gorgeous wife, and a son on the way, maybe start acting like you want them before you lose them indefinitely... I told you that I would marry her if you weren't ready."

She right, which is honestly a rarity for her, but regardless, admitting that she is just feels wrong. Y/N's not going to leave me though...

I just, I never thought I'd have this life, or this opportunity to have a family—I'm scared shitless, if I'm being honest.

What if I'm not good enough?! What if I step up and fail her entirely?

Being a mom wasn't really a 'dream' for me because I never allowed myself to live in a world of fantasies. The red room took the opportunity away from me, so I'd accepted that and moved on, but Y/N flipped my world upside down in the best way.

"So? Are you going to get your shit together? Fury's more than ready to set you free Tasha, you just have to leave the world saving in my capable hands."

"Great way to motivate me, by telling me to entrust the world my son's about to come into to you..."

"Oh be quiet. Kate Bishop, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, and the rest of us young Avengers got this covered. It's okay to let go Natasha, you're more than worthy of an early retirement."

I scoff at her insinuating that I'm somehow old, when I have only five years on her, but I concede nonetheless.

"I'm worthy..." I quietly repeat to myself, before running out the quinjet doors to officially tender my resignation to Fury.

Once I'd arrived home, I felt this sense of dread rush over me. Then when I found Y/N was nowhere to be found I immediately tensed.

She just left...

She left no letter, she just took off. She's turned off her phone, and every means of tracking device I'd had was shut off completely. I know she'd only left today because Gus's bowl was full and he was asleep on the fire escape. I didn't even take the time to change, or patch myself up, as I just ran out to my bike to find my wife. I'd had a feeling on where she'd went, so I made my way there in the blink of an eye.

Once I'd approached Tony's cabin, I'd sighed in relief as I looked to see Y/N sleeping in a hammock. An open book was over her sleeping face, while her right hand was protectively lying atop her prominent baby bump.

"Romanoff." Tony snarls in greeting, as his hand is now on my shoulder to prevent me from moving.

"Tony, move..." I lowly command, as I glare in his direction, to find he's glaring back just as harshly.

"Oh? Forgive me for wanting to protect my little sister's fragile heart. She came here in hysterics Natasha, so sorry if I'm hesitant to let you through."

"She's my wife Tony, I am not here to break her heart."

"Too late Romanoff, she's already broken."

"I didn't mean to hurt her Tony, I would like to think you'd know that. I'm here to fix this, because like it or not she's MY wife, and we have a baby on the way."

"Well, for the last three months of her pregnancy you've been nothing more than a glorified guest in her house."

My jaw clenches at the harsh truths falling from his lips, and I have to breathe this out before I deck the pretentious asshole.

Y/N's POV

I woke up to the all too familiar sound of my brother and wife arguing. Over the years the arguments had become rather playful, but I can tell this one's about two moments away from spiteful, and that's the last thing I need, for them to be enemies before I give birth.

"Enough!" I shout, as I move my book to my bag, and struggle immensely to get out of this damn hammock.

Tony retreated to the cabin as we locked gazes, and Natasha was by my side within an instant, as she helped me out of the hammock. I bounced out, she clearly underestimated the size of my bump, and I genuinely chuckled as she stumbled back when it bumped her.

"Y/N/N, I'm so sorry..." She whispers, as she places her hands atop my bump, and leans her forehead against mine.

I instantly notice a wet patch on my shirt, and that's when I notice she's crying and my heart practically shatters. She's clearly hurting, and I just need to know why.

"Why? Why are you sorry Natty?"

"I-I just left you, in your greatest time of need, and I used missions as an excuse to do so. I'm just—."

"Hey, my darling, take your time.." I gently instructed, as I pulled back and guided us to the porch swing.

"Y/N/N, I'm just so scared. What if I'm not enough? What if a new Thanos level threat happens and I'm not able to protect you guys? What if he finds out about my past, and thinks I'm just a monster? What if you start to hate me then too? Y-you deserve better than —."

"Absolutely not, Natty, I love you for exactly who you are. Every piece of you is of value to me! There's no good, without the bad, and our son will know exactly who you are. You are Natasha Alianova Stark-Romanoff, the fiercest warrior in the eyes of the simple folk. You'll be our sons hero, as you're already mine. You're my whole world Natasha, and in three months time a permanent example of our love will be here. You've been running so far, and so fast that I thought it was something I'd done. I thought that you just didn't actually want this life with me... That I'd pushed a dream on you that you'd never actually wanted."

"Wow... Maybe we should work on our communication..." She sighs out.

"Kinda hard when you run away from me, and I have this boulder weighing me down." I laugh out, and her beautiful laugh reaches my ears, and my heart flutters at the sound.

Her head falls to my shoulder, and her hand links with mine, and her other lands over mine on my bump, while we stare out at the lake.

"Can I kiss you?" She tentatively questions me in a tone barely above a whisper, while her fingers fidget with mine, and she bites her lip.

"Please do..." I whisper, as I turn to face her, and close my eyes in anticipation.

Her lips meet mine in a gentle kiss, working to remind me that no matter what happens between us, there will be nothing that ever makes me want to give this up.

January 2016

The rest of the pregnancy was pretty heavenly, as the third trimester was less taxing on the body with my wife there to do just about everything. After our heart to heart, she'd done a complete 180, and stepped up to the plate.

"Lyubov'? Everything okay? Do you need another pillow? Is that enough blankets?"

"Tasha... Calm down, I'm fine! I'd be even better though if you'd come cuddle me.."

She stared at me with wide eyes, clearly mortified at the idea of touching me, and a wave of insecurity washed over me.

"Oh.. So it's true then...?!" I whimper in question, while I do my best to fight back the tears.

"What's true?" She fearfully questions as she sees my sullen features.

"You don't think I'm desirable any more... My face and feet are swollen, and I-I..." I stutter out, as my chest tightens, and a free flowing stream of tears falls from my eyes.

"Oh, detka, that just not true..." She coos, as she moves to sit on the arm of the couch and cup my tear ridden cheeks.

"You're incredibly desirable, it is actually taking every part of my self composure to not ravish you most days. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, I just, I don't want to hurt you or the baby..."

I look up with a pout to rival even the cutest of babies, and I open my arms, she stares back at me with the softest eyes, and leans into my embrace. She gingerly wraps her arms around my shoulders and lightly squeezes, as she pulls my head to her chest.

"I love you so much moya krasivaya detka, I'm sorry I ever made you doubt my love, or my attraction to you.."

"I love yo—." I go to reply, before I'm doubling over out of her embrace in pain, which is followed by the sounds of water gushing.

"Detka! What is—OH MY GOD?!" Natasha starts to frantically question me, before she's freaking out at the sight before her.

"Natty.. It's baby time..." I painfully chuckle out, while she's scrambling up the stairs to collect our hospital bag, while she yanks a peaceful Wanda from her slumbering in the guest bedroom.

Nat's POV

OH MY GOSH!!! He's coming....

Wanda drove us to the hospital, while I sat in the back with Y/N. I rubbed comforting circles on her lower back in hope of relieving some of the tension. She had my hand in her iron grip, as I felt every time a contraction hit. By the time we'd arrived, her contractions were barely a minute apart, and I was beyond freaked out.

Cho had been prepared for the possibility of us for days, so she'd had the station prepared for us. Y/N was wheeled into the compound's medical wing, and I was dressed up in hospital gear before I was allowed back in with her.

"Detka, I'm right here..." I coo, as my wife stares up at me with an intense fire in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, but it's far too late for an epidural, as you've gone into full blown labor rather quickly." Cho sympathetically states, and Y/N's grip on my hand somehow tightens.

"I got this." Wanda muses, alerting the both of us to her sudden presence.

"What? You thought I wouldn't be here to witness the miracle of life?" Wanda quips, as her hands then go to hover above Y/N's body.

A red mist surrounds Y/N's abdomen, her hand all but relinquishes its hold on mine, and I watch her face visibly calms.

"Okay, she's in every labor, no questions about it!" Y/N mumbles, and my heart skips at the prospect of future babies.

Wanda chuckles, then Cho interrupts our bubble to instruct Y/N to push.

After about thirty minutes of nonstop pushing, Y/N's on the verge of crying, while sweat is cascading down her face.

"I can't do it Natty..." She cries, and my heart shatters at the heartbreaking tone.

"You got this moya lyubov,' just a few more pushes and then we'll have a perfect little boy to take home. Come on baby, just push.." I coo, as I place my lips to hers for a brief moment.

She cries out as she pushes once more, and then after a relatively harsh push, we hear the sounds of a baby wailing. Y/N's head drops to the pillow, as she releases an elongated sigh, and I run to the end of her bed to cut the cord.

"Here you are, a healthy, beautiful baby boy. 19', 7 pounds, 2 ounces." Cho beams, as she passes over our blanketed baby boy to me.

He's got a head full of hair, and it seems like it's a slightly darker shade of Y/N's. He has her ears and lips for sure, but he has my eye shape and my nose. Colors up for debate, but for now he's like a perfect mix between the two of us.

Y/N looks up at me with hooded lids, so I raise her bed to a partially seated position, and lower our son to her chest for some much needed bonding time.

"He's perfect..." Wanda whispers, as she strokes the hair out of my wife's face, and I can see the tears falling down her cheeks.

"Yeah, he really is." Y/N blubbers and I find I'm also in tears at the sight of my wife and our son who's eyes are currently scanning his very surroundings.

Just like his mama...

"What's his name?" Wanda asks, and Y/N looks to me with a reassuring nod.

"Well, this little guy's name is Pietro Isaiah Stark-Romanoff." I coo, while I stroke my sons face, and then I look up at the sound of Wanda's now sobbing form.

"Oh Wands, come here..."

She rounds the bed and throws herself into my embrace, and I gently sway us from side to side, while she works to pull herself together.

"DID IT HAPPEN? Am I finally an auntie?" Yelena shrieks as she races her way to Y/N's side, and is shushed almost instantly.

"Sorry... I'm just so happy." She whispers, and Y/N sleepily smiles up at her, before handing Pietro over.

"Oh.. You're just the cutest little thing I've ever seen..." She coos, as she walks around with him, and Wanda's instincts must kick in because she pulls back and shadows her.

"You did good detka." I murmur, as I place my lips to her forehead, then to her nose, then lastly I lay them upon hers for a sweet kiss.

"I'm gonna take a nap... Keep our baby safe." She whispers against my lips, and I peck hers once more before pulling back.

"I always will, now, get some rest my darling..."

"I love you Natty..." She sleepily mumbles, and I repeat the sentiment before heading off towards our son.

July 2016

I was straddling Y/N's hips, slowly rocking against her, and feeling like I could just burst at the simplest of her moans. It had been almost ten months since I'd been able to sleep with her. She'd been insanely insecure, worried about me seeing her body after the "damage" that the pregnancy had done to her.

Pietro has also been quite the cockblock since his emergence, but now that he's been sleeping through the night as of late I'm finally taking my chances.

I guided her shirt off her body, and she almost instinctually wrapped her arms around her body in an attempt to cover up. Her breasts "suffered" the most significant change in terms of their size increase. She's got what I read up on as a pregnancy pouch, and she's gotten a few stretch marks over her hips, breasts, and abdomen.

"Moya lyubov'... Please don't hide from me, God, you're absolutely stunning.." I mumble against her skin, as I trail my lips across her exposed abdomen.

"These lines on your body are your warrior stripes." I say, while my fingers gently trace across her newfound marks.

"You did something magical detka, you created life, and you should be so incredibly proud of what your body was able to afford you." I continue, fighting off the urge to cry as I think about my own inability to do the same.

"I love you Y/N/N, and your body is my favorite thing to marvel at, everything about you drives me insane in the best of ways. This pregnancy changed nothing, other than to brighten our lives with our beautiful son."

"Even if said son is a total cockblock." I playfully groan out against her abdomen, and she chuckles while reaching down to pull my face up to meet hers.

"Natty..." She coos, as she uses her thumbs to wipe away at my fallen tears.

"Detka..." I coo back, as I turn my face to kiss at her palms.

"Thank you.." She chokes out, and pulls my face down to connect our lips in a sweet, emotion filled kiss.

"No need to thank me kotenok." I lowly rasp, as I suddenly rut my hips against hers and we both moan at the simple contact.

Before I could remove her bottoms, the baby monitors crackling interrupts us with the sounds of our sons wailing and Y/N's immediately gripping at her engorged breasts.

"Someone's hungry..." She denounced, and I take a massive inhale to cool my body down.

"Yeah... Me!" I lowly groan, reluctantly getting off of her to collect our son, while Y/N beautifully chuckles at my retreating form.

I'm never getting laid again...

April 2017

Y/N's POV

Pietro's finally toddling around, and it's truly the cutest thing I'd ever seen. He was a pretty late bloomer, but I'm pretty sure that's only due to his love for being carried around. Natasha's hip is his favorite place to reside.

Natasha's currently standing at the end of the driveway, cooing and pleading for him to walk to her, while I'm loading the car so we can go to Tony's house for an Easter egg hunt.

"Time to go my darlings!"

Natasha looks over at me with a dreamy smile, then she lunges towards our toddler, who giggles uncontrollably as she scoops him up, and swings him around. She places a kiss to his cheek before passing him to me, then places another to mine, then she jumps into the drivers seat.

"Look at mama's big boy, you look so handsome in your little suit." I coo at my smiling boy, before getting into the car myself.

Once we'd arrived to the cabin, Morgan was jumping up and down with glee. I scooped my first little love up, against her protests, and snuggled her close.

"I'm not a little baby anymore, Auntie Y/N/N." She whines, but settles into the hug nonetheless.

"Ah-aht! You'll always be our little detka." Natasha adds, while kissing her on her forehead, and holding Piet on her hip.

"But I'm seven now! See!" She practically shouts, while holding up two fingers on her right hand and the entirety of her left.

"Yeah, so, my little baby's now my big baby then." I muse, and follow Natasha's stride as we move to the porch to greet everyone.

"Wands!!! Where's Lena?" I ask my favorite witch, who had carpooled with her, and she smirks up at us.

"Oh, she'll be out shortly.." She mischievously chuckles out, and I match her smirk.

"Birdboy is five minutes out, then we'll start egg hunt." Tony shouts.

In no time everyone's kids are lined up, and Wanda's voluntold us that she'll be carrying Pietro around to collect his eggs.

No wonder he only just started walking...

She smirked back at me, then prepared herself to run off. His eggs were specifically themed, but every other one were fair game to the older kids. As the kids were running around, I turn my head to a loud commotion, then Natasha and I lock eyes before breaking out into uncontainable fits of laughter.

Here stood before us was the "Easter Bunny", covered in glitter, and a sheepish Kate Bishop to the left guiding her out of the entrance.

"Oh my gosh! It's the Easter Bunny!" Morgan shrieks, and almost all the kids come running towards her.

Cooper, and Lila, ever the smart ones, continued to collect the remainder of the eggs available while Morgan and Nate flocked her way, with Wanda trailing behind.

I hear Yelena grunt at the sudden collision of bodies against her legs, and she awkwardly pats their heads with the massive paws.

"What do you want for Easter?" She shouts in a strange accent, and I giggle as she's clearly playing as Santa.

"You're the Easter Bunny, don't you already know?" Nate skeptically asks her, and her paws freeze.

"Of course she does, she's just being silly." I chuckle out playfully, and the kids giggle at the clarification.

"Silly bunny..." Morgan laughs out while cuddling into its fur.

"... Yeah, tricks are for kids." I deadpan, and Tony rolls his eyes at my joke, while Clint and Natasha smirk my way.

The older kids approach us with their overflowing baskets and triumphant smiles, Laura shakes her head their way, and scoops a handful from the top of both of their baskets to slyly toss them into the younger two's.

After the excitement of the bunny, Yelena eventually reemerges in her human form, and she instantly scoops my son from my arms.

"Moy kroshechnyy krolik, oh how I've missed you." She coos, while cuddling him close, and walks him out to the lake with Morgan in tow.

(My tiny bunny.)

"They act like they're not our next door neighbors." I laugh out, as Natasha pulls me into her embrace.

"Can you honestly blame them? He's just the cutest, most sweetest little baby."

"Yeah, he is..." I agree, as I stare into her eyes with a simple smile upon my face.

"We should have another one.." We both blurt out at the same time, and I eagerly surge forward to passionately kiss my wife.

"Yeah, WE should." Wanda mutters, as she hugs our connected bodies, and Natasha huffs against my lips while I just giggle once more.

December 2017

🥵⚠️18+‼️🥵

Pietro's at Wanda's for the night, and Natasha's in her office, working on an abundance of paperwork for SHIELD. Retirement didn't suit her, so we'd found a happy medium, that allowed her to remain involved, but never leave us all alone. It gave her peace of mind to know what was happening out in the field as well.

I'm incredibly horny though, so I'm going to need her to lose the paperwork...

I purposefully put on a pair of red lacy panties, and sheer top, exposing my braless chest, as I entered her office with a lemonade in hand, and the briefcase in the other.

"Lyubov', how might I —." The words died on her tongue as she lifted her gaze and saw right through to my intentions.

"Mommy... I know you have a lot of work to do, but I also think you need a break..." I seductively whisper, as I wrap my mouth around the straw and take a sip.

Her eyes darken within an instant, and I slowly guide the straw to her mouth to offer her a refreshing drink. Then I hold my hand out to her, and pull her body flush against mine.

"Let me help you mommy, you're just so tense..." I whisper, as I place a kiss below her ear, and her body shivers against mine, while I trail my hands underneath her loose shirt.

She grips my face, and pulls me into a searing kiss, and I allow her to take control for a brief moment, as she glides her tongue into my mouth. Her hands trail down to my ass, and she firmly gropes me over my panties, and I moan into her mouth.

"Take your clothes off, now." I command, as I pull back, and she stares at me with an amused gaze.

Mine hardens, and she then knows how serious I am, as she scrambles to remove her sweats and her grey t-shirt. I slowly take my top off, putting on quite the show for her, I slowly make my way towards her, as I push her down onto the couch and straddle her bare body.

"I'm going to make you feel so good mommy, then I'm going to use you for my own pleasure... Sound good?"

She nods fervently, and I smirk down at her.

"Words darling... Use them..." I demand, as I harshly swipe my thumb over her throbbing clit.

"Yes, detka, it sounds perfect..." She pants out, as she squirms in anticipation of my touch.

I instantly latch my lips onto her glistening nub, and smirk at the sound of the hot moan that tumbles passed her lips. Her hips immediately move to match my pace, and I chuckle darkly at the whine that follows when I grip her hips to stop her incessant movements.

"Stay still, or I stop everything..." I mumble against her cunt, she loudly whines in protest, but then she complies.

"Good girl, such an obedient one you are mommy..." I coo as I pull back to stare at her, and her eyes gleam with pride, before I dive right back into her eager core.

It's not long before she's making an absolute mess of my face, as I swirl my tongue within her, and her walls flutter around my tongue, effectively trapping me in place. I use my thumb to rub firm circles against her clit, and continue to curl my tongue within her, as I push against her walls.

"Cum for me mommy..." I hum against her, sending vibrations through her body, her walls clench tightly around my tongue, and her legs begins to tremble.

I lick at her, collecting every ounce of her arousal that came flooding out of her, as she squirms and tries to shuffle away from my touch.

"I know honey, just let me finish cleaning you up..." I mumble, as I grip her thighs firmly to hold her in place.

Once I'm satisfied, I crawl up her body, and slam my lips to hers. She moans as I slip my tongue past her panting lips, and her arousal reaches her tastebuds.

"Now..." I start to whisper, as I gently nibble down her jawline, until my lips hover over her pulse point.

"I think it's about time for you to let me use you to fuck our next baby into me, yeah?"

I hum against her pulse point, before sucking harshly, and in the same moment that she moans wildly into my ear, I slip her end of the strap into her with relative ease, and she then screams out in pleasure.

I smile down at her, as her lust filled eyes trail across my body, and then quickly stop to focus when I line the toy up with my entrance.

"Shit, detka... So fucking hot..." She groans out, as she watches my dripping core take every last inch of the strap with ease, and I moan at the invigorating stretch of my walls.

"I'm going to ride you until you're screaming for me to stop mommy..." I whisper, as I begin to grind down on her, and the room soon fills with our collective moans...

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First Part of the final chapter, I'd just decided to split it into two, because it was getting rather lengthy 🤪

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