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hawkeyes-chicklet · 2 years

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Day 2 @flufftober "You've told your parents?"

I try to write my new pairing Natasha Romanoff x Brock Rumlow from the MCU.

No warnings, only fluff and maybe a bit agitation because, you know: meeting the parents!!

Rumlow cleared his throat and Natasha looked up from the magazine she was reading. "Okay, this is a bit off but are you free this weekend?" She lent back, her eyes fixated his "You make the shift plans, you tell me", she teased. They were in the one of the common rooms but at this time it was usually empty so they allowed themselves to be together for a while. "It's my mom's birthday on Sunday. Wanna join me?" Natasha's jaw almost dropped "You want me to meet your mother?" "Only at your conditions. You can be a friend from work, or a stranger I collected on the way."

"It's her 70th and her secret wish is that I bring a date home." "Wow", was all she could say. "You don't have to come, I was just…. I don't know what I thought…", he said.

It was late at night as she texted him: "What kind of party will it be? Formal wear?" She could only imagine his face lighten up reading this line. He was answering right away: "Kind of formal, don't do something too fancy or the landfolk will go crazy. "I'll have to warn you. I'm not good at family festivities."

Rumlow picked her up on a parking lot of a 7/11. He drove a Jeep Grand Cherokee in velvet red. "You look surprised?" "Yeah, I was expecting you to drive a Hummer or a Mercedes G Class." "No, that reminds me of work too much. When I drive, I want to have a little luxury." She raised one brow as she climbed in. He had his secrets and she was eager to find out about them. It would be a nearly 3 hour ride toa town called Lyndell, located near Philadelphia.

It was, once again, strange for her to see him in every day clothes. They never did undercover missions together, he was the type of agent who shot first and asked then. She looked at him secretly, once again asking how he did his hair so perfect everytime. He was wearing blue jeans and a green shirt, aviator sunglasses.

"Okay, in order to say thanks for coming with me, you can ask me anything." Brock said.

"What brought your mother there? I thought you grew up in New York?" "I did. But as I joined the army and later shield, she wanted to try something new."

His mother didn't knew that he killed people for a living. Maybe she assumed it but in her world it would be more comfortably to think the other way. Natasha could correlate to this. Would she have told her parents what she did given the chance?

He sent a amount of his money to her every month. "She had a rough time raising me." She smirked. "Come on, say it: Mamas boy?" "No, I think it's pretty sweet."

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As their got near the location, Natasha felt a little nervous. But why? She had never met any parents of her lovers. That was that. She had no time to think about it, for Rumlow was turning into a driveway and stopped the car. "Alright. You okay?", he asked and looked at her. "Yeah."

He took their bags and they went to the front door. It was a house in a cottage style, a blue-painted bench stood left of the entrance, the whole house was covered and surrounded by plants. Some were planted, some looked like wild-grown. Little details were sprinkled here and there. A birds house hanging from a beam, a little bowl with water providing water for animals, some wooden figurines hiding in the plants. Altogether it looked dreamy and like it came right out of a fairy tale.

She followed him into the house. "Mom!?" "Oh, my boy is home!", came a voice from a room she assumed to be the kitchen. Rumlow got embraced and heartedly kissed by a thin woman with bright clothes and long grayish hair.

"Oh my good lord, why don't you tell me you're not alone!" The woman had noticed Natasha standing behind her son. She punched him on the arm and ran trough her hair.

"This is Natasha", Rumlow explained "Natasha, welcome! You can call me Holly!", she said and embraced her also. Nat was baffled. "Oh, I have to fix another set of bedding since you aren't going to sleep alone." "Just no efforts, I can do this of you hand me the sheets", she offered. Holly looked at her as if she was crazy. "No no, are you alright? Go ahead, make yourself comfortable, I'm right there with coffee and scones." Holly went up the stairs "You do drink coffee, dear?", she called down "I do, thanks."

Natasha looked at Rumlow who had put on a grin. She smiled but shook her head a bit. "Yeah, that's my mother", he said and went to the living room with her.

It was a creative mess. There were loads of books, colorful paintings, a piano, a big desk with lot of paperwork and an old typewriter. A fireplace, no TV but a large sofa. Nat had trouble noticing every detail in this room. It was loaded with many things but it seemed very cosy due the mess. Trough the large windows she could look into the backyard that was a addition to the one in the front. There was a little pond, a place for a grill and a set of wooden chairs and a table.

"I'll go get some dishes, go on, take a look."

She did. As she noticed someone's coming in, she assumed it was him and spoke right away: "She's a writer, isn't she?" "Uh well, you know. I'm trying!", Holly answered. "Not just trying. I'm sure you have published some novels but not under your real name. You've written at least 5 novels, 3 of them are sequels."

"Oh, you're good", Holly praised. "She's a former spy. She's the best", Rumlow came in with some cups and plates. "Oh come on, that was easy. Her books were the only ones near her desk and the only ones that stood in the right order. I was only guessing." "No you weren't. Come, have a seat. I'll bring the coffee."

Natasha and Holly sat on the sofa. Holly inspected Natasha blatantly but was wearing a friendly smile. "So, you two work together?" "Yes, we're in the same unit." "For how long have you been dating?" "Oh, that's difficult, it was kind of a on-off- thing." "Until it wasn't… classic."

Rumlow was standing in the doorway. It was nice being here. With her. And she did very well. Not that he had expected anything less. His mother was curious and bombing Nat with questions. He was also curious how some of her answers would be.

"I'm so glad that Brock has finally found someone. He is always working. So it's only naturally that you two met at work. I guess he wouldn't find a girl in the real world. I'm sorry if I'm too nosy, it's a writer's disease. I must know anything and a good love story is gold."

The two women had something in common. Their love for books. "I didn't even know you could read." "Brock! Don't be rude!"

They decided to take a walk to the lake. It was kind of odd, being free from work, not carrying a gun or at least a knife, wearing casual clothes.

It was mild, not too hot and very nice. Natasha took a good look at her surroundings. She never had been to a place like this. The shore was crowded by people who were doing standup-paddeling, canoeing or getting their sailing boats ready. Or some were fishing, children played in the sand, building castles. In fact, the little town was peaceful but lively.

She sat down on a free bench. "Want some ice-cream?", he asked and pointed over to a stand. "Oh yes." "What do you like?"

He handed her a cone and sat next to her. "Okay, that is officially the weirdest thing I've ever done. And I know Clint Barton." "Eating ice-cream on the lake shore?" "Eating ice cream on a lake shore with a man I would have killed without hesitation a few months earlier while visiting his mum." He laughed and she quickly looked at him from the side, grateful she was wearing her glasses. She liked it when he smiled out laughed and it was something she wasn't getting to see often. But on the other hand; it had happened more often lately. And even she caught herself smiling more.

"It's beautiful", he said. "It really is." She felt a tension in her body. She wanted to touch him. And she could. Nobody knew them, they were free. She had had this feeling since their were on the road. She had wanted to hold his hand while he was driving. Just hold it and never let go while talking shit. He was tensed too, she knew him enough by now to notice. But he was also holding back.

There never were stolen kisses or secret touches. It wasn't for them. That's what she thought. But now she longed for that. It was different being at work or being here. So she decided to give in.

Her left hand shoved under his and their fingers tangled. Peacefully, they ate their cones while watching the water. Rumlow eventually laid his arm around her.

"Can we please forget that we are anti-terror agents who are supposed to hate each other and just be normal people for a few hours?", he said with a sigh. "I don't know how to be normal. But I'll try."

Their lips found each other. Still cold from the ice-cream and tasting heavenly sweet.

#natasha romanoff #black widow #brock rumlow #nathasha Romanoff x brock Rumlow #flufftober2022 #fluff #meeting the parents #day 2

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marveicinematics · 11 months

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the roommate (natasha x reader, smut)

Summary : You get a little too nosy about your roommate’s life, and she decides to make you forget about all your questions.

Pairing : Nathasha Romanoff x female reader.

Words : 1,345.

TW : Smut. Dirty talk, fingering, oral sex, squirting.

Note : Repost from a post I unwillingly deleted!

“Where have you been?“ You shouted when Natasha walked inside the apartment, shoving her bag against the wall before sitting down on the couch.

“Nowhere.“

Natasha had been your roommate for three weeks, now. Most of the time, the two of you had fun. It was nights out with drinks, watching Netflix all day long, ordering pizza while chatting about your ex-lovers and experiences. You found out about pieces of her life, mostly insignificant details. Like, that one time she had a threesome with two girls in a luxury hotel bathroom. Details that were described enough for you to start soaking your panties right next to her, sitting on the damn couch.

Natasha was attractive. No, she was stunning and hot and mostly fuckable. You stopped counting the number of times you pleasured yourself thinking about her body and how sassy she was. Her whole attitude was making you weak on your knees, and you stopped trying to hide it, at some point.

But Natasha was hiding so much from you. One of the things she refused to tell you was where she was, when she disappeared for days.

“You know I almost called the cops, right? It’s been almost a week.“

“Missing me, babe?“ She teased, a smirk on her face as your cheeks turned a warmer shade of red hearing the pet name she just gave you.

“I was worried.“ You replied, crossing your arms against your chest.

The seriousness emanating from your stance must have cool her down, because she sighed loudly, and left the living room, walking straight toward her bedroom.

“Natasha, wait!“ You shouted, following her, determined to find out what your roommate was up to.

She simply ignored your plead, entering the bedroom without giving you a look. When you arrived, Natasha was standing nearby her bed, her t-shirt shoved on the floor, revealing a push-up bra you had never seen before. It wasn’t the first time you saw Natasha half-naked, but you couldn’t help to stop and stare. Fuck, she was the definition of sex appeal.

“Like what you see, babe?“

She must have noticed your reaction, because she didn’t look as bothered from your presence, now. Her smirk was back on her face and this sparkle in her eyes would let you know that she wasn’t going to let you go this easily.

“I’m sorry, we will talk later.“ You mumbled, taking a step back as Natasha was walking towards you.

“Oh, come on.“ She said, closing the space in between you. “You seem so stressed, lately. Let me take care of you, just for once, okay? You know I’m good at this.“

You froze. It wasn’t because of the fact that she mentioned that you looked stressed lately, despite the fact that you hadn’t seen her in days. It wasn’t because of the way her hand grabbed your shorts to push them down your legs, revealing your panties. No, you froze because no matter how many times you had thought about Natasha fucking you senseless, hearing her say it made your pussy clenched faster than ever before.

“Oh, my god. Someone’s wet already.“

You didn’t even realize how her fingers disappeared between your bodies before she actually touched you. Right there, rubbing your clit through the fabric of the panties, making moan louder than you should have. She was right, you were already wet for her. And you had no idea how to control it.

Your mouth found hers, and it was really your only reaction. Kissing her, tasting her pink lips for the first time, so she wouldn’t say anything that would make you dripping wet in a matter of seconds. Natasha reciprocated the kiss so fiercely, as if she had been waiting for it. Maybe she was. You were, at least. You thought about it every time she smiled, every time she bit down her lower lip, every time you heard moans coming from her room and you knew she had her own hand buried deep between her thighs.

You were getting sweaty just from the kiss and the way her fingers worked wonders against your panties. Taking one step back, you took your shirt off, revealing your naked chest. Once again, that sparkle in Nat’s eyes. You knew you were in for a good time. Laying down on her bed, you spread your legs as wide as you could. She crawled on the bed, right between your thighs, and it was the most erotic vision you ever had. Her expert hands took your panties off your body and, before you knew it, her mouth was against your pussy, devouring it.

“Fuck, Nat!“ You screamed as you felt her tongue licking your slits eagerly, eyes locked with yours. “That’s so hot, baby.“

You felt her fingers tightening against your thighs, probably leaving bruises along the way, but you loved it. Eyes rolling back and heart racing, you felt Nat’s tongue entering your cunt as deep as she could. It wasn’t just a guess, you already knew this would be the best fuck of your life.

“Oh god, yes. Keep going, please.“

You didn’t even know why you were so talkative. As if she was going to stop. Her fingers started massaging your clit, and soon enough she was ruthlessly touching it, sending shivers down your spine.

“Wait,“ you tried to speak between loud moans, feeling your pussy clench around her tongue already. “You’re gonna... You’re gonna make me cum.“

It didn’t seem to stop her. Her tongue left your pussy, only for two of her fingers to dive deep inside you, curling just a little, exactly how you needed it — right there. Fingering you as hard as she could, her second hand was still abusing your swollen clit. You felt it build, stronger and stronger, deep inside yourself. It wasn’t like any orgasm you had before. It was deep and strong, it was taking its time, making you scream in anticipation. She took you right there, on the edge of the most breath-taking orgasm. Your legs trembling already, the sound of her fingers slamming inside your wet pussy, your heavy breath as you felt everything around you spin.

And you came, squirting on her bed in a way you never even knew was possible. You came hard, screaming incoherent words as her fingers kept fucking you.

“That’s it, baby“ you heard her say, “let it all out“. And her fingers wouldn’t stop, even when you thought you were done.

“Natasha, I can’t...— Oh my god, oh my god, yes.“

She didn’t stop, even after you finished squirting. Her fingers covered with your orgasm, she kept fucking your oversensitive pussy harder than before. You felt it build again inside you, so quickly. There was no way she was making you cum again, was there?

“Once again, be a good girl, yeah?“

You don’t even know why you nodded, whispering “yes“. You were just lost in pleasure and sensations you had never ever felt before. The orgasm was nearing again, and Natasha could feel it. While she fingered you a little slower, her tongue found your clit, licking it up and down expertly. Once again, your eyes rolled back. And once again, you knew she was going to make you cum. Hard.

One of your hand grabbed her hair, pushing her face against your needy cunt. You wanted to cum, you needed it. Your hips started to thrust back at her fingers’ pace, feeling them slamming harder and deeper inside you. Damn, she was hitting that spot again.

“Fuck, I’m coming again. Baby, don’t stop, I’m coming again!“

It was only a matter of seconds, and you were riding your second orgasm. Not as strong as the first one, but enough for you to see stars and heavens.

“Oh! Fuck!“ You screamed shamelessly. “Natasha, fuck fuck fuck fuck yes!“

Your dirty mouth seemed to amuse her. When you opened your eyes again, she was staring down at you, smirking again.

“Up for round two, babe?“

That’s when you knew. Natasha would not let you sleep, tonight.

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sokoviansimp · 1 year

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Too Many Questions

✒ Pairings : Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, and Natasha Romanoff x Child!Reader (platonic)

✒ Summary : Getting more comfortable around the compound; Y/N starts asking lots of questions like most young children, but some people are just trying to get work done.

✒ Tags and Warnings : embarrasment, getting yelled at

-lmk if im missing any

✒ Author's Note : This is part 2 of The Package. I’m open to requests or suggestions for other parts

✒ Word Count : 1881

✒ Read Time : 9 minutes

Masterlist : The Package AU

It had been a week since you were rescued by The Avengers, Wanda was very protective of you and gentle. She knew you were going through a mix of emotions as you got settled in. She had spent every day with you, never really leaving your side. You loved spending time with the redhead that rescued you, she made you feel a type of comfort that you haven’t had the fortune of receiving since you were a baby, being held tightly in your mother’s arms.

Today would be the first day Wanda left you alone for more than 10 minutes. It wasn’t by choice, but she had work to do that couldn’t be pushed off another day. She expected it to only take a couple of hours, so she took you to the common room with some of your favorite toys and asked FRIDAY to set up a live camera feed to her phone so she could keep an eye on you as she worked. It’s not that she didn’t trust Nat, in fact, quite the opposite. Out of all the residents at the compound, Natasha was the one Wanda trusted the most, it’s just that she can be a bit rough around the edges and has never really had much experience with children.

“I have some work to do, malyshka. Do you think you’ll be ok hanging out here with Natasha for a little while?” Wanda asked softly

“W-will you come back?” you muttered just above a whisper, not wanting to offend Natasha but at the same time worried about losing your favorite person.

“Yes, of course, moya lyubov, I’ll just be a couple of rooms over if you need me,” she promised as her fingers brushed the stray hairs from your face.

“Promise?”

“I promise. Peter should be back from school soon, maybe you two can continue your lightsaber battle,” she suggested. You loved spending time with Peter, he was really fun to play with and got really into your imaginary gameplay.

Your eyes instantly lit up at the mention of the high school boy, “Petey?!” you exclaimed.

Your smile was contagious and Wanda couldn't help but return one to you, “yes, now I’ll be just in that room there if you need anything” she points

You nod your head in response as you head over to the couch to sit with Nathasha as Wanda heads out of the room. There is a beat of silence as you’ve never been alone together and feel too shy to start a conversation, so you sit there awkwardly until Nat breaks the silence by asking if you want to play with your stuffies that Wanda left in the room with you. Keeping your focus down on your twiddling thumbs you shake your head in response.

“How about tv?” the redhead queries, as your gaze moves upward while you think over the option and then eventually look her way, “ok, can we watch uh, Bluey?”

“Sure thing,” Nat confirmed as she turned on the tv. You leaned back and relaxed into the couch as you watched your favorite blue dog on the screen. The songs were so catchy they usually got you excited as you sang along, but you just couldn’t find the energy to partake. After the first episode finishes you turn to Natasha with sleepy eyes, “Natty, m’tiwerd” You usually take a nap around this time.

Nat’s heart melted, she really didn’t like children but you were just too cute, “you are? Come here,” she lifted her right arm up so that you could nuzzle into her side. You snuggle in and get comfortable as she switches slowly between running her hands softly through your hair and drawing circles along your back as you drift off for a nap.

Half an hour goes by and Nat has had the urge to go to the bathroom for 15 minutes now but she refuses to get up while you’re so soundly asleep against her side. In an attempt to keep herself distracted; she put the tv on low sound, so as not to wake you, but that's not enough anymore. At this point, she’s fidgeting with her fingers, trying not to make too much movement.

Just as she considered slithering out from under you to relieve herself, Peter came barrelling through the doorway with his schoolbag and laptop. Not so quietly plopping down at the counter with his schoolwork, you began to stir from your nap, “Petey?” you wonder groggily, unsure if that noise was him or someone else.

“Hey, Y/N” Peter waved from the counter

“Oh good, do you mind watching her for a few minutes?” Nat pleaded, darting out of the room without waiting for a response.

“Uh, sure” he replied to an empty doorway, hoping she would be quick because he really had to work on his school project for tomorrow.

Hopping off the couch, you made your way over to Peter and were instantly intrigued by the items strewn about on the counter, “Woah! What's dis?”

“It's a school project that’s due tomorrow, we have to recreate the solar system. Most of my class is just using styrofoam balls but I 3D printed these so they would be more detailed.” He explains excitedly

“Like the moon?” you ask as you climb up onto the seat next to Peter.

“Kind of, but we actually don’t have to include the moons. Just the planets and the sun.” He explains as he lays all the balls out in proper order.

“Isn’t da sun yellow?” you ask, confused why all the balls laid out on the counter are grey.

“Well, yea. I have to paint it. That was just the color of my material.”

“PAINT? Petey can I paint it?” you pleaded with an expression resembling a puppy dog.

“No, this is for school. I can’t have help” Peter responded, hoping that would deter you from pushing the request further.

“Ok,” you replied defeated, “I watch?”

“Yes, you can watch”

You watch Peter paint each ball of his model while you ask countless questions that pop into your brain. Not long after, Nat reenters the room. She glances over at you keeping Peter company and then sits back on the couch to continue watching tv.

Being brought to the compound was scary at first, but you were starting to get used to it. Peter and Wanda both did a great job of making you feel comfortable. You felt like you could start to open up around them and instead of shutting off your curiosity behind a barricaded wall, you let your personality and questions slowly seep through.

Peter did his best to answer all the questions you had, but sometimes it was a variety of, “why is the earth green and blue?” followed by, “where does the word blue come from?” and truthfully, he didn’t have the time or the answers for all of your questions.

While keeping his patience with each of your questions, soon enough, he finishes the coat of paint for each ball and assembles them onto the model.

“Why does dis one have an eyeball?” you ask reaching forward to point at Jupiter. Instead of just pointing at the planet, you end up bopping the side of the ball with the red circle. The action from your finger causes the ball to fall from its place on the wire and onto the floor where it cracks open.

You stood there in shock for what felt like forever but was really only a few seconds as Peter immediately scoops up the pieces to inspect the damage, “Why couldn’t you have just let it be, y/n?” he snaps, “you ask too many questions!”

The disdain in his voice causes your face to flush as tears start to fill in your eyes. You couldn’t run out of the room quick enough, you felt embarrassed and the only thing you wanted right now was Wanda. You wanted her to hold you and tell you everything is ok, you just wanted her to fix everything like she always seemed so good at doing. Most of all though, you wanted to get away from Peter. You could tell how angry he was with you.

Remembering the door Wanda pointed to hours earlier, you ran straight for it. Barging in without a second thought, you found Wanda sitting behind a desk and you continued to run up to her as tears began actively falling upon your cheeks. You ran with your arms outstretched, waiting to be enveloped in her embrace.

“Malyshka, what’s wrong?” Wanda was immediately concerned that you were crying.

“Petey… hate… me” you managed out through sobs and unsteady breaths

“Breathe y/n, calm down sweetie. You’re ok, What happened?” She did her best to calm you down by running her hand along your back and bouncing you slightly as she held you. Natasha joined the two of you in the doorway to try and help Wanda put the pieces together.

“I-I bwoke. I bwoke his homework, and now he hates me.” you continued to sob into the redhead’s neck.

It wasn’t long before Wanda got you to start breathing normally again as the shudders in your breath become fewer and further between.

“He doesn’t hate you, y/n” Natasha pipes up from the doorway

You whine into Wanda’s neck, not believing the Russian’s words. You saw him with your own eyes, he was angry and you’re sure he would never forgive you for breaking the planet that he worked so hard on.

“She’s right, malyshka,” she pulled away as she grabbed your shoulders gently and faced you in front of her to meet her gaze, “I know it was an accident, but I think you need to apologize to Peter for breaking his model” she explained.

“I don’t wanna,” you said shaking your head and moving your gaze downward. You didn’t want to face the boy again. In your mind, he has already written you off and never wants to see you again.

“You’re not sorry for breaking it?” Wanda clarified

You thought about her question for a moment, you were sorry. You felt horrible that you had broken something he worked so hard on, but you also felt embarrassed about the incident, “I am”

“Then you need to let him know,” she gently expressed, “there is nothing to be embarrassed about, malyshka, mistakes happen”

Her words made sense to you, even though you didn’t want to do it, you knew you had to. Just then, you heard a knock on the door. You look over and standing next to Nat is Peter, asking for entrance.

“Y/N, I’m sorry for snapping at you, I didn’t mean it” he apologizes as he steps into the office.

You turn on Wanda’s lap to face the door, “Petey,” you start glancing toward the floor, “I-I sorry for bwreaking your homework.”

“It’s ok, I can fix it. I know it was just an accident, but I still shouldn’t have snapped at you. I didn’t mean it, I love your questions and-” the boy begins to ramble with no sign of stopping before you cut him off, “is okay!” you exclaim as you run up and hug him in hopes that he will stop rambling.

Taglist: @mymommawanda @livslifeonline @reggierizzoli @mythixmagic @lesbicentism @marvelogic @katethewriter

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valexformula1 · 1 year

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Marvel

Loki

Bucky

T’Challa

Capitan America

Bruce Banner

Nathasha Romanoff

Iron Man

#marvel #marvel imagine #loki imagine #bucky fanfic #captian america #iron man

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multiverseofmiracleshq · 2 years

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For the whole history of LAYNIA SERGEIEVNA PETROVNA, please click here.

← ONCE THERE WAS AN IDEA TO BRING TOGETHER →

Life with the Winter Guard is as it always is. The team serves its function and gets everything done that it needs to. Back from the dead, Laynia enjoys working with them once more and is glad to see that her twin, Vanguard, is doing well ever since her resurrection. Some may wonder about the moral obligations of the Russian based team -- especially with their connection to the mysterious Red Widow -- but Laynia knows in her heart that she’s in the right place. It’s what makes her happy and it’s what she’s always done.

← A GROUP OF REMARKABLE PEOPLE TO SEE IF THEY →

✗ NIKOLAI KRYLENKO (616) is Laynia’s twin brother and fellow member of the Winter Guard. He’s fiercely protective of his sister; when she died, he was so determined to either avenge or restore her that it led to a schism in the Guard. Now, Laynia is back and the two have settled into a routine once more. She knows Nikolai would do anything for her and Laynia returns the sentiments. They remain incredibly close.

✗ NATHASHA ROMANOFF (616) was once the target of the USSR that Laynia was supposed to bring in. Instead of doing so she joined Natasha’s team, the Champions of Los Angeles, and became her friend. The two keep in touch some but aren’t incredibly close. Natasha’s disowning of Russia and Laynia’s continual service to the country will always be a huge difference between the two.

✗ BOBBY DRAKE (616) and Laynia grew close when Laynia was a Champion and the two almost dated -- which, in retrospect, wouldn’t have worked out since Bobby is gay. Laynia didn’t know that at the time and the two ultimately decided to just be friends.

← COULD BECOME SOMETHING MORE →

✗ THE WINTER GUARD → They’re Russia’s answer to the Avengers. The team has a rotating roster, and Laynia has served on it in a few different iterations. They’re not the Avengers, though. They don’t have the family kind of vibe even though there’s literal family on the team. Laynia doesn’t really mind. She’s serving her country and making them proud.

✗ OTHER AFFILIATIONS -- n/a.

← & IF WE CAN’T SAVE THE WORLD, WE’LL AVENGE IT →

✗ AGE → late 20′s ✗ MULTIVERSE ORIGIN → 616 ✗ SPECIES → mutant possessed by dire wraith ✗ ETHNICITY → up to player ✗ SECRET IDENTITY → private ✗ RELATIONSHIP STATUS → open ✗ FACECLAIM → sasha luss ✗ AVAILABILITY → open

← FUN FACTS →

able to manipulate the darkforce

trained in combat by the kgb

fluent in english + russian

#Laynia Petrovna #winter guard #earth616 #open #open female

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marvelladiesdaily · 2 years

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Natasha + her very interesting fighting method

Bonus: Kate learned a thing from another Avenger

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marvelslag · 3 years

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Me going from watching Loki to on my way to the cinema to see Black Widow

#marvel #mcu phase 4 #loki #loki series #mcu #black widow movie #black widow #nathasha romanoff #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #sylvie laufeydottir

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me-myself-and-my-oboe · 2 years

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New year. New me.

#social media au #avengers social media au #marvel #marvel headcanon #marvel imagine #avengers #avengers headcanon #avengers imagine #marvel social media au #the avengers #loki laufeyson #bucky barnes #nathasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #marvel twitter #avengers twitter #loki x reader #bucky x reader #loki odinson

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causeitswhatjesuswouldfreakingdo · 3 years

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NORWAY NAT AKA SOFTNAT!

#Black Widow #nathasha romanoff #Scarlett Johansson #blackwidowedit #marvel #marveledit #mcu #mcuedit #mine #norway nat #deserves the fucking world & I would glady give it to her #i watched this two weeks ago and could not get over her soft looks here #don't think I ever will tbh

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random-fandom1 · 3 years

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Different Avengers picking Peter up from college

Tony would pull up in a big sleek BMW, with AC/DC playing full blast in the background. Being the over dramatic bitch he is, he would slowly roll down the blacked out window to reveal him with his trademark sunglasses, bobbing his head slowly to the beat of the music.

Peter would be stood there, beetroot red at his dads attitude. Its not like he really minds, it's just that everyone's staying at him, well, mostly at his dad but there's a few people staring at him as well. Tony reaches for the diall to turn the music down before turning his head to look at his son again. He pulls his sunglasses down a bit and gives a nod with his head as he says,

"What you waiting on Underoos, we've got a company to run."

Peter scampers into the car and once his seat belt is buckled, Tony's revving the engine and speeding out of the carpark. The students are left to just stare at where THE Tony Stark had just been

Natasha would pull up on the far side of the carpark in her BMW X3, she's always there 20 minutes before the bell rings. Nat would definetly have some grunge song playing and she gets a few funny looks for it but no on says anything. It's Black Widow, you don't want to get on her bad side. She says it's because she likes to be early but in reality she's just surveying the area for any danger that could come to Peter.

She honks her horn when she sees Peter, no one really notices because of all the commotion going on already but his spider senses pick it up and he dashes for her car.

Flash once tried to tease him after college but when THE black widow showed up behind him with a hand on his shoulder he regretted it.

One of Peters favourite people to pick him up is his pops. Steve has an old Bently from the 40s that Tony fixed up for him years ago. It's quite discreet but still not like your usual car. Steve sits quietly in the pick up bay with some soft song plays from the upgraded radio in the car. He's usually drawing or doing a crossword while waiting for Peter, he's very unproblematic in that sense.

When he spots Peter he'll simply put down his notepad or whatever he's been doing down and make his way to where he's standing. Peter will get in the car and that would be that. No loud music, no in your face car. Very discreet.

Steve would take them out of dinner after as well

They told Thor to pick him up once

He came to the school, literally picked him up and carried him back to the compound

He was never asked to that again

Clint, Sam and Scott are also asked to pick him up one day. Long story short, they were also asked to never do it again

They sat outside the school 30 minutes before the bell, in tge sun roof of a bright pink sparkly limo with either kids bob or heavy rap blasting from two huge speakers. Both were dressed in their respecting hawiaan shirts and had those pineapple and heart glasses on. When Peter walked out of tge college, his own hawiaan shirt and pair of sunglasses was thrown at him which he begrudgingly put on after being told he wouldn't be allowed in the car otherwise.

They unsurprisingly ended up in the news the next day, headlines being:

'AVENGERS PICK UP EMBARRASSED YOUNG STARK FROM SCHOOL'

'ARE WE TRUSTING OUR LIVES IN KIDS?'

'STARK-ROGERS UNCLES SCHOOL PICK UP'

'COLOMBIA DAY DESTROYED OR MADE BETTER WITH RAVIOUS BABY ADULTS'

Dr Strange was straight to the point. Although he got his times mixed up.

Peter was sitting in the middle of double astro physics when an orange portal started to appear behind his chair. Next thing he knows his stuff levitate back into his backpack, Mr Harrington is shouting at him and a hands pulling him backwards.

Yelena, Wanda, Loki and Shuri weren't asked to pick him up. Tony tried to avoid that at all costs but one day he's been in his lab for 24+ hours and is sleep deprived to the point that when the princess bursts in and says its her turn to pick up Peter, he simply nods his head. The door slams shut before he realises his mistake.

Peter walks out of the school expecting to have to hide from embarrassment again because Tony is sat there waiting for him, but instead us shocked at the sight before him. There in a white jeep sit a majority of the mischief bunch, all rocking their matching sunglasses and caps.

Peter hurries over at a very un-parker way but he dosent care. Hes going on an adventure!

And an adventure he goes on. First they hit every takeaway in the vicinity, then find a trampoline park which also has laser tag, afterwards go spend Tony's black card in TH and such before making their way home woth their tails between they're legs.

The more mature adults are sat in the living room with a mixture of worry, anger and relief when the elevator slides open to reveal the guilty 5

Peters all time favourite person to pick him up though is Bucky.

Bucky pulls up in a motorbike right as Peter leaves the doors and revs his engine a bit just to make sure he knows he's there. An excessive amount of PDA is shared between the two before Peters hopping on to the back of the bike and Buckys speeding away. A spare helmet and Bucky jacket are always sat there waiting for Peter as well.

They ride round the city for a while, sharing sweet moments between them

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nkp1981 · 2 years

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Scarlett Johansson photographed by David Yurman for 'Elle', 2022

#Scarlett Johansson #nathasha romanoff #Black Widow #avengers endgame #what if

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randomfandomimagine · 3 years

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They See Your Scar (Marvel Preference)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Parker

Fandom: Marvel

Warnings: Injury, scars, mild descriptions a big scar

Requested by @charlieremake: Could i please request a Marvel preference of how Steve, Tony, Bucky, Clint, Natasha and Peter (Spiderman) would react if the reader accidentally showed them her really ugly, but healed scar on her face (ripped cheek, visible teeth)?

A/N: I hope this was okay and that like the result of your request! Please let me know what you thought of it!

Steve

Steve had grown so used to the prosthetic piece on your face that he never really stopped to think about what was underneath it. One day, however, when he passed by to say hello to you, he caught you. Now that you had taken the piece off, your healed scar was revealed to him. As shocking as the sight was, seing the flesh torn like that, he recovered quickly. Steve just carried on with what he had to say and he wouldn’t ask about your scar unless you began talking about it, knowing he had seen it.

Tony

Tony had just been with you, brainstorming for his neck project, when he remembered he had something to ask you. When he returned to the room, he saw that the mask you always wore was now off. “Wow, Y/N!” He exclaimed in startle, not expecting to see that. He just couldn’t hide his surprise, but he quickly tried to remedy the damage done. “I mean... I... had never seen your face completely uncovered”. After that, he kept on talking about the project and would only interrupt himself if you wanted to tell him about your scar.

Bucky

You were talking to Bucky, suddenly immersed in a conversation about what you both had gone through, when the idea struck you. He had showed you his bare arm, where the metal joined the flesh on his shoulder, and you wanted to show him your bare cheek too. Bucky winced at the sight, more with sadness than pity. He knew what it was like to live with the reminder of your past, and he was very sensitive on the subject as you two continued talking.

Clint

Clint froze for a moment when he saw your wound revealed, with your cheek ripped and your teeth showing. He felt horrible for having caught you in that intimate moment, just when you felt safe enough in the loneliness of your room to let your guard down. “So sorry, Y/N, I should have knocked” “It’s alright”. He blinked for a moment, and you could almost see the gears moving in his brain. You kindly smiled at him, which he knew was an invitation. “Crap, that must have hurt like hell” Was all he added before brushing it off and behaving like he normally would.

Natasha

Natasha was no stranger to having horrible things done to her, and when she accidentally saw your scar she was suddenly filled with a burning anger towards whoever or whatever had caused you so much pain with that terrible injury. She kept that anger deep inside, outwardly behaving nonchalant instead. “I have one too” Was all she replied, lifting her shirt to show the big scar around her stomach. That way, you could talk about yours if you wanted to or leave it at that if you didn’t feel comfortable.

Peter

Peter had wondered many times what was under that small prosthetic piece that you always wore on your cheek. It was partially curiosity, but it was also concern about your past. He hoped it didn’t hurt still. When he accidentally saw your scar, tears immediately arrived to his eyes. His stomach churned. It wasn’t only that the sight was harrowing to him, but he had to shut his eyes tight when he imagined how you obtained that scar. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Y/N” was all he told you, not even asking how you got it but being ready to listen if you wanted to tell him.

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