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writerslittlelibrary · 5 months

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We can be your family

masterlist part 2

summary: having been in the foster system all your life, you don't expect much when your case worker tells you you're being moved again. what happens when the car suddenly stops in the most expensive neighborhood in all of New York…

pairing: Natasha x teen reader, Maria x teen reader, Blackhill

warnings: mentions of abusive foster families, vague mention of sexual assault

genre: fluff

words: 3542

a/n: this one was voted for the most, and I'm so happy it was. I was super excited to write this and I love the idea of foster parents Blackhill so much, I think they're adorable. I hope you like it and please let me know what you think and whether you'd want more foster family Blackhill :)

maybe I’ll make this a two parter or a series, seeing as I found this already pretty long but I do want to write more about it

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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It was late when the car came to a stop. It had been two days ago when you were told you were going to have a new foster family. You had been moving around all your life, having been left at the door of a police station merely days after you were born. You had never met your parents, and you were put into the foster system almost immediately.

No one had ever adopted you, which unfortunately for you meant that you were still going from foster family to foster family, sometimes even group homes when there were no foster families available.

In your life, you had learned it was best never to connect with your foster families. Usually, it didn't take very long until you were off to the next one anyway.

And so, two days ago when the service worker called, you had started mentally preparing for the next mess you were going to be thrown into. You had learned that most foster families were only in it for the money, and that was often very noticable, ever after the first day you'd be there. Often, they didn't care much for you, which was fine. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. It was the times they did care for you when you had to be careful.

When they did care, they'd usually have a long list of ridiculous rules, all of which you had to follow. When you failed to follow their ridiculous rules, there'd usually be some type of insane punishment, which more often than not ended up with you hurt, usually because you'd take a beating.

You were a little nervous to meet a new foster family, worried they'd be another collection of horrible people that called themselves a family, yet, you weren't quite fond of the family you were with now, so you didn't care much.

For now, you'd simply hold on to the hope that this new foster family would be better than the old one.

When your case worker came, you'd already packed. Seeing as you had never owned a lot of objects, you were done rather quickly. All your stuff easily fit in one trash bag, your valuable objects, such as your beloved stuffed bunny and your favorite book were all put in your school bag.

When you had gotten into the car, you definitely didn't expect much, but when the car drove through one of the most expensive neighborhoods in New York, you were definitely surprised that that is where the car stopped.

Either your case worker was gonna leave you at the dumpster, or your new foster family is rich rich.

Alice opened the door for you with a smile, and she got your (trash) bag from the trunk. You held onto your school bag tightly as Alice walked inside the huge apartment building, you following closely behind. When you were both inside, Alice walked to the large reception desk at the left side of the lobby. A man dressed in a neat suit sat behind it.

You had never ever been in an apartment complex fancy or rich enough to have a security guard in the lobby.

You were standing next to Alice as she told the security guard you were there for a Miss Romanoff and a Miss Hill. You were looking around the large and beautiful (and extremely fancy) lobby, too busy to even notice Alice mention two women.

The man typed some numbers on some device, then pointed Alice towards the elevator. Alice walked towards it, and you followed suit, too nervous to even spare a glance towards the security guard.

Even the elevator looked fancy, and to say you were surprised when Alice pressed the penthouse button would be an understatement.

When the elevator made it all the way to the top, Alice let you walk out first. There was only one door in front of the elevator, and you figured the penthouse was the only residence on the floor. You turned to Alice, who stood there waiting for you to knock on the door. You took a deep breath and took a few steps forward, pressing the fancy looking doorbell. How rich were these people if they even had a fancy looking doorbell?

The door opened soon enough, a brunette standing in the door frame with a smile on her face. She looked nice, but in your many years of experience you had learned that looks could be very deceiving.

“You must be y/n,” she said as she looked at you, and you were too nervous to do anything but nod. She gave you a kind smile before shifting her gaze to Alice, glancing at the trash bag with concern. Alice took a step forward, extending her hand to the woman.

“You must be Miss Hill. I'm Alice, we spoke on the phone,” she mentioned as she shook the hand of Miss Hill. “I am indeed, I'm so glad you could make it.”

Miss Hill stepped aside, allowing you to look into the penthouse.

“Please come in, my girlfriend will join us shortly,” she said, and you took small steps into the apartment. Girlfriend? You could've known. She looked too well dressed to be straight…

Alice followed you inside, and stood awkwardly in the little hallway as Miss Hill closed the door. She walked in front of you and went to the right, walking into an expensive looking kitchen. It had a kitchen island, and around it were a few high stools.

“You can sit down right here if you want. Would you like anything to drink?” Miss Hill asked, and you just shook your head. She then turned to Alice, who also shook her head with a smile. “No thank you, I'll be going shortly,” she stated as she set the trash bag next to the kitchen island, reaching into her own shoulder bag for a few papers.

She pulled out a map with documents, just as another woman joined you. “Oh, Miss Romanoff, so glad I got to see you too,” Alice stated as Miss Romanoff walked towards her, shaking her hand with a small but pleasant smile.

Miss Romanoff went to stand next to Miss Hill, both standing across from you as Alice handed the map to Miss Romanoff.

“Here are the last documents, and I will be going then. If you have any questions don't hesitate to let me know, my number is somewhere in there. Of course there will be some surprise inspections, and if you would like to get rid of the child please contact the number at the bottom,” Alice stated, and you grimaced at the words she used.

Natasha was uncomfortable with the use of words as well, but you missed the worried glance she sent you and she took the documents from Alice.

You just kept your gaze on your hands, picking at the skin around your fingers as Miss Hill walked Alice out. When she returned, she took a seat, Miss Romanoff now sitting as well.

“So, y/n, I am Natasha, and this here is my girlfriend Maria. It is so nice to meet you,” Natasha smiled, but you kept your gaze on your hands. When Natasha noticed you weren't going to reply, she continued speaking. “I know this must be very scary for you, but I just want you to know it's a little scary for us as well. This is our first time fostering anyone, so if we make any mistakes you just let us know okay?” Natasha asked, and you just nodded your head.

“So where are all your bags? Is someone bringing them over later or?...” Maria asked, and you glanced at her slightly before pointing towards the trash bag. “Those are my clothes…” you said in a quiet voice, and it took everything in Natasha to not say how ridiculous that was.

“Okay, we'll just have to get you a proper bag then, huh?” Maria said kindly, before standing up. “Would you like to see your room?” Maria then asked, and you nodded as you stood up too, going to grab the trash bag. “It's okay, I got it,” Natasha mentioned as she bent down, picking it up. “It's just this way,” Maria said as she led you through a hallway.

She opened a door that carried an empty name plate, pushing it open and standing aside.

“We didn't really know what you liked, but we tried our best. If you would like to change anything, maybe paint a wall or get some decorations you just let us know okay?” Natasha said, and you nodded as you put your school bag down by the bed, sitting on it.

“All this is for me?” you asked as you looked around the room, taking in all the objects already in it. The desk and cabinets were empty, so were the walls, but the room was massive.

Natasha nodded with a smile, walking into the room and turning to the door on the right. She opened it and stepped aside. “This is your bathroom, and right there is the closet,” she said as she pointed to another door next to the bathroom.

“I have my own bathroom?” you questioned in disbelief, and Natasha nodded with a smile.

“There is another closet right here,” she said as she opened another door, a small, undeep closet revealing itself. At the door hung a mat with little pockets, all filled with different snacks and treats.

“We didn't really know what you liked, so we just bought a little bit of everything. These are all yours and you can eat them whenever you like. If anything ever runs out or if you would like some other snack or treats, just let us know and we can get it for you,” she explained, and you nodded with a small smile as you stared at all the treats and snacks.

You had never really gotten any treats or snacks, and you didn't exactly have your own money to buy it.

Maria stayed at the door, wanting to give you your space while getting used to the new environment. “We'll just go and get started with dinner, so we'll leave you to settle in a little bit. Is there anything specific you'd like to eat? We can always order something, I'm never one to skip a good take-out meal,” Maria smiled, and Natasha walked to her side.

You shrugged, not really knowing what to say.

“We could order pizza? Or maybe sushi? Anything is okay,” Natasha pushed when she realized you weren't going to say anything yourself.

“Pizza?” you asked quietly, and Natasha smiled and nodded. “Pizza it is. Do you want a specific one?” Natasha asked as she pulled out her phone, and you shook your head softly.

“Just a margarita pizza please?” you asked, and Natasha nodded.

“We'll just be in the kitchen if you need us,” Maria told you, and she and Natasha left the room, closing the door behind them.

You dumped your clothes on the bed, throwing the trash bag aside and going through them. Most of them were old and worn, but they still fit so no one ever decided you needed new clothes. After you folded them all neatly you walked to the closet, surprised at how big it was. Your clothes didn't even fill 10% of the closet, and you wondered if rich people really needed that many clothes.

Natasha and Maria seemed like really nice people, and even though you'd never admit it, you were excited you got to be with them.

Of course you'd never trust some so fast, but until now they seemed nice and decent. The closet full of snacks definitely made you like them a little more, but you were still hesitant. You'd been in other families where they seemed nice at first, but the moment you'd make a mistake they'd beat you. You shuddered at the thoughts, grabbing a little bag of your favorite candy you found in the closet.

You sat on the bed and took out your stuffed bunny, sitting against the headboard and holding the bunny close.

You were scared and intimidated at this new place, but you were also happy you weren't at the other home anymore. Until now, this place seemed like a much better home to be.

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After dinner, where you had mainly kept quiet and tried to avoid the questions they asked you, you went to your room and went straight into your bed.

You didn't sleep the entire night. You didn't know these people, and you were afraid they'd come into your room and hurt you. That happened once, in a foster family you had about a year ago. The foster father had gone into your room and he had touched you, hurting you more than you ever thought was possible.

Since that foster home, you'd always stay awake the first night, wanting to be ready if one of the foster parents did come into your room.

Of course, tonight, nothing happened. Natasha and Maria had gone to bed shortly after you had, and the entire apartment was quiet. When the sun rose the next morning, you knew you had to ask either Natasha or Maria for some electronic device.

You didn't have a phone or computer, but you were homeschooled and followed an online program. With all the moving around and switching homes, it was always difficult to find a high school you could consistently go to. And so, you had gotten an online course and some data to login. However, you'd need an electronic device for that, and you didn't have that.

When you walked into the kitchen around 8 am, Natasha and Maria were already awake. Maria was sitting at the kitchen counter, doing something on her laptop as she ate some toasts. Natasha was scrambling some eggs at the stove.

When Maria noticed you, she smiled and closed her laptop. "Good morning. How'd you sleep?” she asked and you shrugged. “Fine,” you said even though you knew damn well you hadn't slept at all.

“How do you like your eggs?” Natasha then asked, turning to you shortly before focusing on the eggs in the pan again.

“Scrambled is good,” you said as you sat down at the counter as well, preparing yourself to ask your question. After you took a deep breath and Natasha put some toast with eggs in front of you, you looked up, not really facing anyone but the counter top.

“So I was wondering…” you started carefully, and both Maria and Natasha looked at you as they waited for you to continue.

“I am doing online school, and I was just wondering if there is maybe an electronic device I could use? I don't have a phone or anything, but I do kinda need it…” you finished, your eyes darting around to Natasha, Maria and then back to the counter top again.

“Of course. We can do some shopping today, to get you some essentials,” Maria said as she got up, opening the fridge and grabbing some orange juice.

Your eyes widened slightly. They couldn't possibly mean they'd buy you a phone, could they?

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After breakfast you, Maria and Natasha had gotten into their car. Their very expensive, very beautiful car. Natasha drove as Maria sat next to her. After about half an hour's drive, you arrived at a mall, and Maria opened the door for you. You thanked her and got out, following Natasha and Maria as they walked inside.

Once inside, the first place they headed for was an apple store. You were shocked to say the least, really hoping they weren't going to spend so much money on you.

When you entered the store, a worker came towards you three, asking if you needed help. Natasha said yes and asked him for the best phone they offered.

The worker led you there, and Natasha thanked him as she picked it up, examining it. You stared at the phone wide-eyed, but more so at the price. That phone was higher than 1.500 euros, and you didn't believe they'd actually buy that for you.

“Well, it looks great, what color would you like?” Natasha smiled as she went to pick up a box from the shelf.

You shook your head in shock, not believing they'd buy something like that for you. “I meant… like a device you have… that I could use… I didn't mean…” you stuttered out, and Natasha smiled as Maria laid a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Listen, sweetie, we just wanna get you everything you need. I promise you that we want to do this, okay? And you don't have to feel guilty that we're spending money on you, because we want to,” she told you.

Natasha looked at you too, smiling reassuringly. “We have plenty of money, and we can buy this for you easily. I promise you,” she explained.

“Okay…” you said quietly, still a bit unsure.

Natasha smiled and walked towards the phone cases, Maria, with her hand still on your shoulder followed her. “You can pick out any case you like,” Natasha explained, and you nodded as you picked out a clear case. Natasha smiled as she took it from you, putting it in her basket. Why did she need a basket?

After picking out the phone case, Natasha walked towards the ipads, looking over them and settling on the most expensive one, convinced that that would be the best.

You were about to protest, but before you could even open your mouth, Natasha turned to you. “You can't possibly do online school on a phone now, can you?”

“I really don't want you to spend so much money on me…” you told her, and she smiled at you before picking up the same color ipad the phone was. Then she turned to you, putting her hand on your shoulder.

“We want to get you whatever you need, and the money is not an issue for us, I promise you. Please let us get you what you need,” Natasha told you, and you simply nodded.

Natasha smiled and made you pick out a case, putting a keyboard case in her basket as well, claiming it was so you could use the ipad for school. You insisted you didn't need it, but Natasha just said they'd buy it just in case then.

After the most expensive trip to a store you had ever taken, resulting in an iphone, an ipad and airpods you really didn't expect them asking if you were okay to go to another store.

You said you were fine, and so you walked into another store where Natasha and Maria got you all kinds of things. All things for your bedroom, either to decorate or use. They had told you to pick out whatever you wanted, and after a lot of reassurance you had picked out several books, notebooks, some pens, markers and pencils, and some other stuff you liked.

They also let you pick out new covers for your bed, and after you told them you were fine with the cover that was on now, they told you that was one of their covers so you could pick some new ones out.

The cover currently on your bed was a new one Natasha and Maria had bought especially for your arrival, but you didn't need to know that. They wanted you to pick something you liked, and soon enough you left the store with some pillows, stuffed animals and new covers.

Everytime you came out of a store, you three had to take a trip to the car to dump the stuff you bought before you could continue your shopping spree, but at the end of the day you really had fun.

You felt a little bad that they spent so much money on you, but with their constant reassurance that they wanted to do it and that they had plenty of money, you felt a little better about it.

After you had gotten back home, Natasha and Maria both helped you put all your new stuff away, and you think you thanked them at least a thousand times for everything they bought you. After everything was put away, you went to the kitchen, sitting on the stool as the apple store bag was still on the counter.

Maria started dinner as Natasha sat down with you.

You opened the bag and took out the iphone first, opening it carefully and setting it up. Natasha helped unpack the case and handed it to you when you had set the iphone up.

You couldn't help but smile at your very first phone. You weren't old or anything, but you were definitely at an age where it was odd you still didn't have a phone. When you unpacked the ipad it was the same. You unpacked it and set it up, while Natasha took the cases out of the packaging and handed them to you.

After everything was taken care of, you thanked them once again, and they once again told you it was their absolute pleasure.

Maybe this foster home would be different…

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incorrectwandanat · 5 months

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nat: hey, y/n, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?

reader: what would it be like? inconvenient, mostly.

nat: no, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? you ever think about it?

reader: can’t really say I have.

nat: you know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.

reader: sorry, nat. for what it's worth, i’m picturing them now. a boy and a girl. two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

#natasha romanoff x reader #sfw #parent natasha #marvel incorrect quotes

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xenocorner · 1 year

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Small sketch page of some of my marvel blorbos ;; Couldn't fit all of them in it nor had the time but hey I got the itch scratched kinda

#I AM a Howard Stark simp in spite of his horrible parenting #Just look at that man MH Tony had to get his looks from somewhere godamn #Also I just now realised that the way I laid them out makes Stephen seemed annoyed at the two hot af men staring at him #or Loki n Stark having a stare down to see who keeps the wizard #that was actually unintentional #My hand probably knows what I want better than I do myself #also Wanda my fierce momma plz I love her so much I wanna hug and cuddle her she deserved so much better my bby #so did Nat UGH my heart broke when drawing her I miss her ;;#WHY ARE MOST OF MY FAVES DEAD NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT LIKE??? FUCK OFF ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;#anyway #tony stark #iron man #stephen strange #doctor strange #loki laufeyson #loki #howard stark #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #natasha romanoff #black widow #mcu #marvel #marvel fanart

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urdepressedslut · 11 months

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Not By Blood

♡ Pairing: Platonic!BuckyNat x Enhanced!Teen!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: After a mission gone wrong, Natasha returns with an injury. Steve of course blames you.

♡ Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of gunfire/gunshot, injuries, vomiting, dissociation, anxiety attacks, steve being an asshole

You sat on the edge of your bed, having a staring contest with the wall. Seeing as the color of the paint was doing an okay job at distracting you from your thoughts. But it didn’t matter anyway, Steve’s words rang in your head.

It should’ve been you.

You tried to play it off as Steve just being concerned for his dear friend Nat. But you couldn’t brush off the hostility laced into his words.

It was a typical mission gone wrong, mistakes were made. People ended up getting hurt. But it was all an accident. Although Steve, didn’t see it that way.

Most of the time, you were seen as a helpful addition to the team. The power of invisibility making you stealthy, being able to retrieve important information without ever being seen. You had quite the advantage of taking down enemies when you weren’t visible.

While you were actively unseen, light and objects could pass through you. Explaining why the bullet passed through you, into Nat’s side.

You had been spooked by the gunshot, instincts swift as you vanished, leaving Nat exposed. Bucky had acted fast, downing the hidden sniper as you reappeared. Immediately being sent into panic, shakily applying your hands over her wound.

Bucky had immediately shoved you away, tending to his lovers wound. It was merely a push out of adrenaline, him needing space to help Nat. But you couldn’t help but feel the shove come off too strongly.

Many hours later, Nat was rushed back to the compound, into the medbay where she was taken immediately. The doctors, including Bruce had done their magic, announcing to everyone waiting, that she’d be okay after some rest.

The announcement eased your anxiety, the waves of nausea drifting finally. Standing up, you headed for Nat’s room.

That was until Steve’s strong arm blocked your path, nearly having you fall backwards in surprise.

“Steve! You scared m—”

“Where do you think you’re going?” He interrupted you, looking down at you with a quizzical glare, making you feel small.

“Um… To Nat’s room.” You told him, shrinking back a little more at his glare turning frustrated.

“Haven’t you done enough? She needs rest.” Steve scolded you, the nausea starting to make its return.

“I know, I just wanted to see her.” You begged, needing to see for your own eyes that Nat was okay.

“You think you should be allowed to? After what happened? She trusted you (Y/n), but not after you used her as a human shield!” Steve raised his voice, crossing his arms. His stance made it clear you weren’t allowed to pass.

“She doesn’t deserve to be in there…” He paused, looking at you up and down in disgust, “It should’ve been you.”

You were taken aback at his accusation, like you would ever purposely hurt any of your teammates, especially Nat and Bucky. Steve’s words cut deep, leaving you speechless. The sob bubbling up in your throat leaving you unable to defend yourself.

But it was the lowly muttered last words that had you wanting to crawl into a hole and hide away from everyone. You looked up to Steve, he had belived in you. What had changed?

Steve just shook his head, a flash of guilt marking his features before his harsh glare returned.

“Go to your room and clean yourself up.” He commanded.

You didn’t have any energy, nor did you trust you voice enough to respond. If you did, you would’ve scolded Steve for speaking to you like a child. You were the youngest in the whole facility, but you weren’t a child.

That’s how you found yourself sitting in your room, staring at the wall, in hopes you’d disappear if you sat still long enough.

The guilt was consuming you completely, maybe Steve was right. Nat had done more than enough to prove herself worthy, she was a valuable teammate. You were… You were just additional baggage. Not necessarily needed.

The thought that you had gotten Nat injured was making you sick, dizzy with guilt. Before you knew what was happening, you were sprinting to the bathroom, sliding just in time to empty your stomach in the toilet.

After a few more moments of dry heaving, you leaned back against the wall next to the porcelain, using the coolness from the wall behind you to calm your clammy skin.

It should’ve been you. It should’ve been you.

The words shouldn’t of bounced around in your head as much as they are, but you couldn’t help but feel they were true. You didn’t belong. They were a family, they had each other. What gave you the right to walk in and mess everything up?

Tears started trailing down your cheeks, shamefully wishing for Nat’s forgiveness, knowing you didn’t deserve it. You hoped Bucky didn’t hate you as much as he should, you don’t think you could live knowing he didn’t like you. You weren’t sure there would be a chance to win Steve’s trust back, you hoped he’d forgive you eventually.

The compound had started feeling like home, with the help of Nat and Bucky. But now, as you sit balled up in the corner— You’ve never felt more out of place.

Nat had woken up hours ago, getting through a bunch of hello’s, and appreciating everyone’s concern. Besides Bucky, there was someone who she hadn’t seen greet her yet.

“Where do you think she scurried off to?” Nat asked out loud, Bucky muting the TV and facing her.

“I don’t know. I can’t stop feeling bad for pushing her.” Bucky muttered, remembering the shock on your face after the action.

“James, you didn’t mean it. You were just in mama bear mode.” Nat teased, watching some light return to his face.

“Of course I didn’t mean it, I would never do anything like that to her on purpose… I just— you should’ve seen her face. She looked upset.” He admitted.

“It was a stressful situation, I’m sure she was upset. Just not at you. Stop being so hard on yourself, and go find her and bring her here.” Nat told him, watching him nod and smile.

“Yes ma’am.” He said teasingly, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

“Now go! I want my girl!” Nat scolded playfully, making Bucky chuckle at her goofiness.

Bucky had searched the whole compound, not finding you anywhere. He asked around, but nobody had seen you since Bruce gave everyone the okay on Nat’s condition.

The last place he’d yet to check was your room, but you hated being holed up in your room unless it was bedtime, so it seemed out of character for you to be there.

Making his way to your room, he knocked on your door, leaning his ear to the wood, not hearing any noise from inside. No music, movie, humming— nothing. But he knew you were in there because he could hear your heartbeat.

“Doll, it’s me! Can I come in?” He spoke loudly through the door.

After hearing nothing, he started to grow worried. Turning the knob and opening the door slowly, scanning the room for you. Your bed looked a little wrinkled but otherwise untouched, and everything was turned off, the only light coming from the bathroom.

“(Y/n)? You alright? I’m coming in if you don’t say anything.” He warned, trying to keep his tone lighthearted, but he was panicking internally.

Turning towards the doorway, he walked through the frame, spotting your curled up form next to the toilet. Immediately he squatted down to you, concerned at the way you were blankly staring at the wall.

“Hey, hey! (Y/n)? What’s wrong baby— are you hurt?” He rushed out, gently grabbing your arms, twisting you slightly so he could check for wounds, worried that the doctors had missed something.

“Baby what’s going on? You’re scaring me.” Bucky whispered softly, your state making him panic.

After finding no wounds, he relaxed slightly, fully sitting on the floor, cradling your face in his hands. Hoping the metal hand grounded you, like it usually does when you are having an attack.

“(Y/n), you need to talk to me.” Bucky tried again, getting no response, just your vacant stare that felt like it was going right through him.

Keeping his metal hand on your cheek, he reached into his pocket with his free hand, pulling out his phone and dialing.

After a few rings, Steve picked up.

“Steve, I need you to send—”

Bucky couldn’t even finish his sentence, feeling your jaw clench, finding your eyes wide with guilt.

“(Y/n)?” Bucky tried, watching your eyes dart all around the room, ending up on his phone.

“No…” You mumbled, barely audible if it weren’t for the super serum.

Bucky perked up, relieved to hear you talking, but his heart was breaking at how broken you sounded.

“No what baby?” Bucky asked you softly, hanging up on Steve and placing his hand back on your cheek, cradling your face.

“It should’ve been me… It should’ve been me…” You started mumbling in a chant, eyes clenching shut, tears escaping and trailing down your cheeks.

Bucky was concerned and confused, wondering what had happened to have you in this state.

“What do you mean?”

It was a simple question, gently asked by him. But it seemed to trigger you, fully bringing you back with him, but hysterical.

“It’s my fault Nat got shot— I’m sorry Bucky, I’m so sorry please don’t hate me, please! It should’ve been me… It should’ve been…” You sobbed, throwing yourself into Bucky’s arms, knowing you didn’t deserve his comfort, but desperately needing it.

It dawned on Bucky suddenly what had you acting like this, and he didn’t think it was possible for his heart to break anymore.

“Hey, it’s okay baby. It wasn’t your fault, okay? And I don’t hate you, you’re my girl.” He whispered into your hair, softly rubbing your back, holding you tight, letting you cling to him.

“It should’ve been me…” You mumbled into his chest again.

Bucky pulled you back from his chest, cradling your face, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“I don’t wanna hear you say that. It was a mistake, and mistakes happen. But don’t you dare say that. Nat’s okay— and i’m happy that you’re okay too.” Bucky told you, tone gentle.

You sniffled and nodded your head.

“Now, you wanna tell me why you are hiding in your bathroom? You always come to Nat and I.” Bucky asked, slightly offended that his girl found more comfort on the bathroom floor than with him.

You looked down shamefully, your head getting tilted back up by Bucky.

“I tried to visit Nat but… Steve said I shouldn’t.” You admitted quietly.

Bucky’s jaw tensed, leave it to Steve to makes things worse.

“He uh…” You started but got nervous, growing silent.

“He what baby? You can tell me.” Bucky urged, wiping his thumb under your eyes, drying the skin of moisture.

“Don’t get mad at him okay?” You told him, and Bucky rolled his eyes.

He was already mad. Steve messed with his girl.

“Promise?” You asked again.

He huffed in frustration, wishing he could just go yell at Steve. But otherwise nodded to you.

“He said that Nat didn’t deserve to be hurt… That it…” You paused, swallowing through the tightness in your throat, tears returning, “He said it should’ve been me.”

“That little punk, I’m gonna—”

“You promised!” You told him.

Bucky took a deep breath in, trying to let his anger melt away. But he couldn’t relax knowing Steve had said that to you, it was far from okay. You didn’t deserve that, you were the sweetest person to exist.

“Doll, he shouldn’t of said that to you. It’s not true. He sure as hell didn’t mean it, and I’m gonna have a talk with him about why he said it— but it’s not true.” Bucky told you, watching you relax at his words.

“Still hurt to hear though.” You whispered, burying yourself into his arms again.

“I know baby, I’m sorry you had to hear something like that.” Bucky uttered into your hair.

“So is… Is Natty okay?” You meekly asked, still feeling guilty from everything that had happened.

“She asked for you.” Bucky told you, watching you lean back, gazing into his eyes with happiness.

“Really?”

“Yes baby, she’s not mad at you, She just wants to see you. She loves you.” He told you, hating the way he had to convince you. “Wanna go see her?”

You nodded eagerly, needing to see Nat. See that she was okay.

The door to Nat’s room opened, she turned her head, smiling lovingly when she saw you standing with Bucky.

“There she is!” Nat called out, holding her arms open.

You ran over to her, jumping into her embrace. The guilt was still lingering and you couldn’t help the tears from falling again, dampening Nat’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry Nat, I’m so glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do without you —I”

“Calm down (Y/n), I’m okay. It wasn’t your fault.” Nat cooed, running her fingers through your hair as you cried into her shoulder. “Oh baby, don’t cry. It’s okay.”

You leaned back just enough to look Nat in the eyes, relieved to have her here with you, safe. You suddenly felt a much larger body press from behind you, caged in between Nat and Bucky.

They wrapped their arms around each other, circling you with their warmth. They weren’t related to you by blood, but sometimes they felt like they were your true family. The family you had been missing.

“I love you guys.” You whispered to them.

“We love you baby.” Bucky mumbled into your hair, “You’re our girl.”

#winterwidow #the black widow #the winter soldier #bucky barnes #beefy bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #marvel ships #reader insert #light angst #fluff #marvel cinematic universe #marvel imagines #buckybarnes #oneshot #imagine #platonic #adoptive parents

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smallblueandloud · 3 months

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honestly one of my biggest disappointments with the black widow movie was how they tried to make kiddo!natasha into this, like, ~quirky~ blue-haired kid with a fairly normal childhood before they had to go back to the red room. when like. aren't you guys interested in a natasha who has never once known a normal life and yet can parody it perfectly? don't you remember the horrified delight of seeing the red room girls learning american english from copying snow white? why are you so insistent on giving natasha "real parents" and an attachment to yelena based on a childhood in OHIO when you can instead talk about natasha living in ohio as just as much of an undercover agent as her "parents". don't you see that the best horror of natasha pointing a gun at her handlers is not that she's holding a gun but that she knows how to use it???

#mcu #black widow #natasha romanoff #black widow critical #mcu critical #the best spy in shield (auntie nat)#sb and l rambles #sb and l watches mcu #this movie just angered and disappointed me so much #for a movie that professed to be about natasha god it had NO undercover work #and for a movie that professed to be about the red room -- which is about the complete dissolution of the american nuclear family --#man was it about having a messy relationship with your parents who ''tried'' their ''best''.#like @marvel i the red room NOT about a situation where NO adults were actually sympathetic EVER?#i thought we had worked that out???

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twitt3rpate · 10 months

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"NOTHING LASTS FOREVER."

Several months have passed from the infamous fight at the airport in Germany. Since then, newly married Steve and Natasha have been reunited. They spend their days running secret op missions and pass the remainder of the time in musty hotels with Sam, Wanda, and occasionally Vision.

That is until Natasha is separated. Alone and pregnant, the Black Widow must navigate Eastern Europe with nothing but a gun and her skills on the side.

Or that is until she finds some old friends, family really. The past catches up with her and Natasha must choose who can she trust with her massive secret.

She now lives among killers, assassins, and spies. Old friends and potential allies threaten to slit her throat if she dares to fall asleep. The Black Widow must learn to evolve.

One things for certain though, she will stop at nothing to protect herself and the impossible life now growing within her.

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delulu-with-wandanat · 8 months

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The Romanoff-Maximoff family goes on a vacation.

‘Airport Dad’ Natasha x ‘Always forgets’ Wanda

Featuring, you, their eldest daughter (fem reader this time guys!) and the twins! (not Tommy and Billy I have my own hc👀)

“Tickets?”

“Yes.”

“Are these all the bags?”

“…yes.”

“Passport?”

“Christ, Nat! Can’t you trust your wife a little?”

“Detka, I love you. But you have a memory like Dory.”

Wanda offended, “I do NOT!”

Natasha simply kissed her cheeks and looked down at their 10 year old twin kids. “Are you two excited?” She asked while smiling.

Alianova and Pietro beamed at their mom and simultaneously said “Yeah!!”

It was then Natasha realized, “Detka… Where’s Y/n?” Their 15 year old daughter was not there.

“What are you talking about, honey? She’s right behind me.” Wanda turns around and saw that there was in fact no Y/n. “OH MY GOD-“

*Meanwhile*

Y/n enters the women’s bathroom to check on her mama. “Mama, what’s taking you so long?” No answers from Wanda.

“Mama??” Opens every stall to find it empty. “What the fuck-“

(So the idea is Y/n was supposed to wait for Wanda outside the toilet. Being a teenager she just plays with her phone while leaning against the wall, not paying attention to her surroundings. Wanda having the memory of a dory just up and left to the gate 😭)

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togrowoldinv · 9 months

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Y/n: Natasha, honey, I washed your earphones

Natasha, without skipping a beat: Thank you, babe!

Y/n, holding up the ruined earphones: Oh um…

Natasha, realizing what happened: Oh

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #incorrect marvel quotes #my parents did this tonight #it was so funny #source: me #soft natasha romanoff #incorrect quotes

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writerslittlelibrary · 2 months

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Hello! I hope you are fine :)

This thought just popped into my head. So we are blackhill’s daughter (and maybe wanda’s girlfriend) and we are deaf. So all the avengers are super supportive obviously. In one party we are having a good time with everyone until we go for a drink. While ordering a guy approaches (maybe shield agent or something) and wants to hit on us but we can’t hear him so we don’t pay attention. He notices our hearing aids and thinking that they are earplugs or earphones he takes them off and starts harassing us.

One of the avengers (or Wanda, Nat or Maria) notices and they come to our aid.

No rush or anything, take your time :DD 💚

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summary: when a guy approaches you at a Stark party, you are unable to hear him. what happens when he gets offended because he thinks he is being ignored?

pairing: Blackhill x deaf daughter reader

warnings: harassment, curse words, idiot guy, his nose gets broken so all is well in the end

genre: angst, fluff

words: 1589

a/n: I loved this request so much!! It is such an original and creative idea 🥰 (sorry it's a little short)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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You inability to hear had never been a problem. Your moms were blessed with you when you were two years old. You have been deaf since birth. Apparently it was too difficult for your biological parents to raise a deaf child, so they give you up for adoption. That, however, had never been easy.

There weren’t a lot of people that were ready for the responsibility of caring for a deaf child. However, after two years of foster care, Natasha and Maria finally came along.

It had been their dream for many years to adopt a little baby girl to add to their family.

You grew up in an incredibly loving home. Natasha already knew some sign language because of Clint, but after adopting you her and Maria, and all the other Avengers, started learning sign language. Everyone was eager to be able to communicate with you.

Everyone on the team simply adored you, and everyone spoiled you rotten.

Tony had insisted on sending you to some prestigious, expensive private school to ensure you would be able to learn to the best of your abilities. He claimed that your lack of hearing should never get in the way of living up to your potential.

And so, the class you went too was small, and the teachers all signed while they spoke. Only when you turned 9 did you realise you were different when you noticed some people stared when you signed instead of spoke.

In the end, you couldn’t have a more loving and supportive family.

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Tonight was one of Tony’s famous parties, and after a long talk with your parents, and lots of convincing and helping out around the apartment, you were finally allowed to go.

Natasha and Maria were hesitant with letting you go to these kind of parties. They knew there probably wasn’t a safer place to be, but they always preferred one of them stay home with you as the other made an appearance. It wasn’t personal, they just didn’t like to leave you alone.

However, you were now 17. You were older and stronger, and even if anything were to happen Maria and Natasha trusted that your girlfriend, Wanda, would 100 percent be able to protect you.

And so you got dressed. You had picked out your favourite dress and Wanda had helped you put on some light make-up.

Together with your moms and Wanda you had gone to the Stark party, quickly finding the other Avengers and catching up with them. It had been a few days since you had been in the tower. Sure, that might not sound like a lot, but you were used to seeing the other Avengers almost every day, so missing a few days made a bigger impact than others might think.

After an hour or two, you had gotten quite thirsty.

‘I’m getting a drink,’ you signed towards your moms and you got up. Natasha smiled and spoke as she signed. “Can you get me my favourite?” she asked, and you smiled as you nodded, turning around to head to the bar.

When you arrived at the bar you smiled as you saw your favourite bartender. Tony was a man who preferred to have a selected group of trusted staff, and so, at every party, event or gathering the same bartenders, security and servers could be found.

John smiled at you as he spoke and signed, asking you what you would like to drink.

That was an other thing Tony paid a lot of attention to. People were lined up for miles to join his staff, yet Tony had quite a list of requirements they all had to meet. One of those were that they had to know sign language. He wanted every Avenger to be able to communicate with his staff, even the small Avenger.

You gave John your order as you went to sit down on a barstool, sighing as you leaned your elbows on the bar, resting your head in your hands.

Because of your position you were unable to see a guy approaching you from your left.

“Hello there beautiful. What’s a pretty little girl like you doing alone at a party like this?” he asked. You, of course, ignored him, unable to hear what he was saying. You didn’t even realise there was someone standing next to you.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” he spoke as he raised his voice. Again, you didn’t reply.

The man took a step closer, taking a good look at your face before he noticed the hearing aids that were stuck in your ears. You didn’t use them often. Tony had made them for you when you were 14 because you wanted to know what it was like to hear, but to be honest, you didn’t like all the noise from the world in the slightest.

You were wearing your hearing aids tonight but you hadn’t even thought about turning them on. People always communicated with you through sign anyway.

John was busy making you and your moms’ drink while the guy was contemplating what to do.

After a second his frustration got the best of him and he reached towards you, ripping the hearing aid from your ear and throwing it on the ground, crushing it with his boot.

You, startled from the sudden movement and force you felt on your left ear, stumbled from the barstool, standing up to face the man.

“What the hell are you for spoiled brat! You think it’s okay to come to a party like this with earplugs?! Hey! I’m talking to you!”

You knew he was yelling. You could notice it from the vibrations the guy’s voice left as he stood across from you. The people around you starting to look was also a dead give away.

Your eyes filled with fear as the raging man took a step closer to you, reaching his hands out to try and grab you.

You took a step backwards quickly, ready to turn around and run to find your moms.

However, you didn’t have to do anything of the sorts as you spotted a metal hand grabbing the guy’s shoulder, spinning him around. The man was so taken off guard that he didn’t notice what was going on until a flesh hand collided with his left cheek.

The force of the punch was so big it made the man lose his balance. He stumbled into the bar as he grabbed his face, mumbling something before he slumped down to the floor.

“She’s deaf, asshole!” Bucky yelled at him before moving towards you, gently cupping your face in his large hands and directing your gaze towards him, away from the guy on the floor.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he signed.

It took you a moment before responding, softly nodding as Bucky laid his hand on your back, turning you around and leading you towards the couches.

Natasha had a concerned look on her face when she noticed you and Bucky coming back to join them. You had a disorientated and confused look, and besides, once of your hearing aids was missing.

“Are you okay, Malysh?” she hurriedly asked as she signed, walking towards you quickly and running her hand over your hair.

“There was some asshole at the bar. I took care of it,” Bucky explained. He leaned towards you to plant a kiss on the top of your head before he took off, leaving you and Natasha alone, figuring you wouldn’t want to be with anyone but your moms right now.

Natasha pulled you into a hug, softly stroking your back as realisation finally dawned upon you.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds before the tears started coming. You sobbed into Natasha’s shoulder, crying out all the confusion and shock from the prior situation.

After a minute or two Natasha pulled away, cupping your face in her hands and wiping your tears with her thumbs.

‘What happened?’ Natasha signed.

‘I don’t know what I did wrong! I didn’t notice him there, I swear. And all of a sudden he ripped my hearing aid off and threw it on the ground. Then he just started yelling!’ You signed quickly, you signing a bit messy with the way you were breathing so heavily.

‘It’s okay. You did nothing wrong, I promise,’ Natasha signed back, reassuring you.

You hesitantly nodded, your tears finally stopping as you made your was back towards the other Avengers.

Natasha got Maria’s attention, signing as she spoke, “let’s go home.”

Maria immediately agreed after seeing your disorientated face, putting her drink down and excusing herself. Wanda noticed you as well, yet she figured she should just stay put. She figured you wouldn’t want to be with anyone but your moms right now.

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After arriving home you had immediately taken off your remaining hearing aid, putting it on its charger and letting yourself drop on the couch.

You moms, however, had other plans. Natasha went to pick you up, carrying you to their bedroom like you were a small child, settling you on their big bed as Natasha crawled under the covers beside you.

Maria soon joined. She carried all your favourite snacks and drinks, setting it all on her nightstand and joining you two in the bed, settling herself on the other side of you.

Natasha turned on your favourite show. It didn’t take long before your eyes started to fall close, your head falling onto Natasha’s shoulder as you fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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katethewriter · 1 year

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Just a Typical Morning

from the 25/8 series

Summary: Natasha and Wanda attempt to wrangle their 8 kids in the morning before school/work.

Pairing: Wanda x Natasha, mother!wandanat x daughter!reader

Words: 5k~

Warnings: civillian!AU, pregnant!WandaNat(briefly), angsty Natasha(briefly), childhood asthma, a lot of kids, I mean A LOT of kids, poorly proofread, I think that's it, pretty fluffy

A/N: I have gotten a bunch of asks about this one lately, so here you go! While yes, WandaNat have 8 children, the story is still pretty centered on reader and her relationship with her moms. Also, I am in no ways an expert when it comes to asthma. I have had several experiences with childhood asthma with kids I have nanny'd or friends. I am working with that knowledge. If I have things wrong, please send me a message to educate me!!!

If you’d like a little more background info, you can read about each family member in Meet the Fam!

Natasha groans in agitation, awoken by the blaring of an alarm. She reaches behind her to hit snooze on the offending machine before rolling back into her previous position, wrapped around her wife.

Wanda sighs. She pulls Natasha’s arms around her tighter, but her wife has other ideas. Natasha trails kisses from her shoulder up her neck until she is nibbling on her ear. Her hands go on a journey of their own, returning to all of the places they had been merely hours ago.

“What do you think you are doing?” Wanda asks playfully. “I’m sorry was last night not enough for you?”

Natasha chuckles, but never sways her attention from the body against hers.

When a hand dips below her sleep shorts, Wanda rolls to face her wife. “Watch it, Romanoff,” she smirks against the red head’s lips.

Natasha grabs her lips with her own. Pulling away she returns her wife’s smirk, “its Maximoff-Romanoff.”

“Well, Maximoff-Romanoff,” Wanda swats at Natasha’s hands that have found their way to her ass, “there’s no way we have time for activities and for both of us to shower before we have to get the army moving.”

The redhead relents, pulling the brunette fully into her arms. Wanda nestles against Natasha and releases an exhausted sigh, despite having just woken up.

“You ok?”

Wanda shrugs.

“Thinking about the interviews?”

“Yeah, they rescheduled three and tacked them onto the end of today’s schedule. Who knows how long we’re gonna be there tonight,” Wanda releases a long sigh, sinking deeper into her wife.

Natasha runs her hands up and down Wanda’s back gently, “I can help you relax. Let me take care of you.”

“As much as I would love that, we don’t have time,” the brunette parrots her earlier statement.

“Come on,” Natasha gets out of bed, grabbing the other woman’s hand to coax her to follow, “take a shower with me. You know how good I am at multitasking.” She raises a suggestive eyebrow.

Wanda can only giggle while she allows herself to be led into the adjoining bathroom.

After a very satisfying shower, getting dressed and a speedy light makeup application, Wanda exits the bedroom to begin the day, starting with waking the little humans.

Walking through the living room, Wanda stops to knock on the door to the basement. She opens it to call down the stairs, “Y/n, time to get moving. Breakfast in an hour.” She continues on her mission, traveling upstairs next.

“Good morning, everyone,” the mother knocks on each door calling for those inside. “Boys, time to wake up. Lena, you too.”

She makes her way into the last room, lightly tapping on the door. “Good morning, princess,” she makes her way over to the toddler’s bed and sits on the edge. “Anastasia,” she sings lightly, gently rubbing the girl’s tiny back to rouse her, “time to wake up, my love.”

The three year old rolls over and sleepily peers up at her, “mommy?”

Wanda smiles and places a kiss to the girl’s forehead, “good morning, my sweet girl. Come on, lets get you ready for daycare.” She pulls away the covers and lifts the child out of bed. The mother changes her into the outfit she laid out last night. After some quick pigtails, Wanda settles the girl on her hip for the trip downstairs.

When she steps outside the toddler’s bedroom, Wanda is confronted by one of her younger twins.

“How come you bang on our door to wake us up, but she gets whispers and hugs,” Tommy asks, tooth brush in hand, but still in his pajamas.

The mother can’t help but chuckle, “well when you were 3, I woke you up with whispers too, but then you outgrew that and slept through the whispering.” She ruffles his hair then pulls him into a side hug, “you can still get hugs though.”

The boy manages to squirm out of the hug and turn back to the bathroom. “Nooo mom! You messed up my hair,” the 7 year old grumbles.

“Sorry,” Wanda chuckles bouncing the girl on her hip. “Everybody get moving. Breakfast in 45 minutes ok?” She waits for the array of ‘ok’, ‘yes mam’, ‘already on it’. After she is confident everyone is in fact working on it, she treks back downstairs to start breakfast.

She sits the still sleepy toddler on the couch with a sippy cup of milk to watch some cartoons while she makes breakfast. As she scrambles some eggs and gets some biscuits in the oven, the entire house comes to life around her.

This is one part of her life that Wanda wouldn’t change for the world. With her family moving around her, interacting and joking with each other, even when she has to break up some bickering, she loves her children with everything she has and can’t really figure out what she did to deserve them.

“Boys,” she calls in a warning tone, “Billy, you better not be finishing your brother’s homework.” The 2 boys look up from the table guiltily. “Pack up your backpacks. If it didn’t get done last night, then it’s not getting done.”

A look of fear covers Tommy’s features, “but I’ll get in trouble!”

Wanda turns to face her son, “I’m sorry, but you should have thought about that last night. There are consequences to your actions buddy. Next time, you’ll do all of your homework the night before and before you pick up a video game.”

The boy hangs his head in defeat, sulking while he gathers his books into his bag.

“Then, go pack your bag for track practice, too.”

Lena walks into the kitchen carrying a very worn pair of pointe shoes and her dance bag, “mom I need new pointe shoes. These are almost worse than my back up pair.”

The mother turns to look at her oldest daughter and the pair of shoes she presents to her. She nods, “we can go Saturday after the swim meet. Do you think they can last the rest of the week?”

The teen nods, tucking the shoes away in her bag.

“Good. Now, are you ready for school?” the mother asks.

“Yes mam,” Lena sets her bag to the side and looks back to her mother.

Wanda smiles, “perfect, could you help me cut up some fruit for breakfast?” The teen happily nods, pulling out the cutting board and whichever fruit her mother instructs her to grab.

Natasha and Alex walk into the kitchen one after the other. They’re laughing about something, most likely something that Alex said.

“Alright jokester, grab some plates and set the table for everybody please,” the redhead pats him on the back. She kisses her wife’s cheek on the way to pour herself a cup of much needed coffee.

While the liquid slips from the coffee pot to the mug, Wanda’s eyes rake up and down her body. She’s seen Natasha in her uniform practically everyday for the past 20 years, but the sight still does something to make her knees weak. Even despite this morning’s activities.

The brunette pulls the other woman close to her, “good morning officer.”

“Good morning to you,” Natasha smirks and leans in for a kiss. A kiss that is cut short-

“Gross, can you guys not please?” PJ groans as he enters the kitchen.

The two mothers break the kiss and laugh together. “Go help your brother set the table,” Wanda points her head in the direction of the table.

The chef turns to plate the food, while the officer calls for their youngest.

“Anastasia, guess what time it is,” Natasha prepares a small glass of water while she waits, although she doesn’t have to wait long.

“Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff,” the toddler repeats with each quick little step she takes.

The officer picks her up and sits her on the counter, “that’s right. It’s puff puff time.” Natasha slides the basket containing all of the materials closer. She picks up the preventative puffer and removes the cap, “step one: shake, shake, shake, shake.” She shakes the puffer while the toddler giggles and shakes her shoulders.

Of course, the mothers would much rather their daughter did not have asthma. However, they are prepared, willing and dedicated to do everything possible to help her control the condition and live as a typical 3-year-old. That includes breathing treatments that are not typically labeled as fun, but they do whatever they can to make it as enjoyable for Anastasia as possible.

“Alright, last shakes,” the redhead lets the girl shake a few more times while she attaches the puffer to the spacer, “next-“

“Mask!” Anastasia says happily.

Natasha holds the mask flush to the girl’s face, “and now…”

“…puff,” they say at the same time.

Natasha squeezes the canister releasing the medicine into the spacer, which bleeds into the mask. “Deep breaths,” she says as she exaggerates her breathing as an example for her daughter, “one deep breath, two deep breaths, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Good girl one more time, are you ready?”

Anastasia nods, and Natasha squeezes the canister again. The mother counts as her daughter takes deep breaths as instructed.

“… eight, nine, ten. Very good girl,” Natasha removes the mask from her face and sets it to the side. She grabs the glass of water set off to the side, “here, water.” The girl takes a swig into her mouth, and her mother instructs, “swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, spit!”

Anastasia leans over the cup to spit it in without spilling. Natasha sets the cup in the sink and lifts the girl off the counter, “all done!” She sets the toddler back on her feet.

The officer spots her oldest daughter walk out of the kitchen to place a plate of cut fruit on the table. Leaning down to Anastasia’s level, she whispers, “I bet if you ask nicely, Lena will help you get into your booster seat.”

The young girl happily skips out of the kitchen after her older sister.

Natasha smiles at her little crew all moving around the kitchen/dining area. She notices a couple are missing and turns to go searching.

First, she checks the back porch and finds one of the two in question. She steps out onto the porch to join him, “good morning, Max.”

The twelve-year-old turns with a grin, “morning Mama!”

“All done watering, buddy?”

“Yes mam… Hey, come check this out!” he excitedly waves her over to the garden him and Wanda have been working on for the past few months. “I got a bud!” he points.

Natasha walks closer to take a look, “that’s awesome, buddy!” She wraps an arm around her son’s shoulder. “Ready to come in? I think breakfast is almost done. Plus you should go tell Mom about the bud!”

“Ok,” he smiles, setting the squirt bottle back in its place and running inside. His mother follows, but instead of heading to the kitchen, she turns the opposite direction in search of one more straggler.

Wanda turns with a large plate of eggs in one hand and a plate of biscuits in the other. “Breakfast is ready!” she calls through the house. Setting the plates on the table, she has to swat the hands of her oldest boys away from the plate of biscuits, “only one each, until everyone gets one.”

As she is making Anastasia’s plate, she looks around the table for a headcount. Including the toddler, she counts four already sitting around the table. She looks up as the little twins are making their way to their seats.

‘One, two, three, four, five, six…’ Wanda counts in her head, ‘six?’

Max comes bounding into the room, “Mom, I found a bud on the tomato plant!”

‘Seven.’

“That’s great, Max!” she loves that she has a buddy in her gardening endeavor, and for her, his pure excitement is better than any fruit they would yield. He takes his seat, and Wanda takes a look around the room to find who is missing.

The last empty chair, beside Natasha’s, tells her exactly who she is missing.

“I’ll be right back. Y’all start eating,” Wanda makes her way out of the room, looking over her shoulder to add, “Lena’s in charge.”

The mother makes her way through the house to the living room. She tilts her head when she finds her wife standing at the basement door with her ear pressed into the narrow gap between the door and the frame.

“What are you doing?” she asks amused.

Natasha pulls a finger up to her lips, “shhhh.” She motions for Wanda to come closer. “She’s practicing,” she whispers and pulls her wife to listen for herself.

The brunette leans her ear towards the cracked door as well and can’t help but smile. The most beautiful music floats up the steps. Her daughter’s skill and talent still amaze her.

They both listen to Y/n play for another minute, before they know they have to interrupt if they want everyone to be on time today. They both quietly make their way down the stairs as the music continues.

Y/n is so focused on playing the piece, perfecting it, that she doesn’t even notice her mothers have entered the room until one of them clears their throat.

The music ends abruptly as the teen looks up guiltily, “sorry.” She cracks the small smile that she knows will have them break, “good morning?”

Natasha and Wanda laugh. “Good morning,” they say in unison.

The officer checks the outfit Y/n has on and is satisfied that she is at least dressed for the day. “Are you ready for school?”

Her daughter nods, “my homework is all done, my backpack is packed. I just have to pack this up too.” She holds up the violin in her hand.

“Thank you for being ready,” Wanda nods, “but now you need to eat breakfast.”

“I already ate,” the teen counters.

Wanda raises an eyebrow, “I’ve been in the kitchen all morning, and I’m pretty sure I never saw you…”

Y/n blushes and smiles guiltily again, “I woke up earlier than you this morning. I was in the kitchen while you were upstairs.”

Wanda squints her eyes trying to detect if the girl is lying, but she can tell she is not.

Natasha chuckles and shakes her head. Making eye contact with her wife, she shrugs, “Secret Agent.”

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Wanda stops, leaning on the counter to take a deep breath. She tries to just breathe until the nausea passes. She’s barely 8 weeks along in her pregnancy, and the morning sickness is so much worse than it was with the twins.

“Come on kiddo, work with me,” she whispers placing a hand over her stomach.

The twins are finally down for a nap, and Wanda needs to use every available moment to tidy around the house. Natasha should be back from her doctor’s appointment soon, and she wants to have at least the kitchen finished by then.

Her wife actually should have been home a while ago. Every minute that ticks by gathers more worry in her stomach, so she cleans to keep her hands busy and her mind distracted.

With another deep breath, she continues wiping down the counters. While she does so, all kinds of scenarios run through Wanda’s head of what the doctor could have or could be telling to her wife.

The officer was forced more or less to go to the doctor by the chief. She’s repeatedly called in sick over the past couple months, and before she can go back to full active duty, she has to be cleared by a doctor.

Wanda moves on to washing bottles, checking the baby monitor every now and again.

The bottles are clean and drying on the rack when the door to the garage opens and closes. Wanda turns to greet her wife who stands stiffly just inside the kitchen entrance.

“Hi love,” the brunette smiles, drying her hands. “Did they clear you for active duty?”

The red head shakes her head no. She keeps her eyes low, unable to look at her wife.

Wanda’s shoulders drop. She knows that her wife was very much hoping to be cleared. “Well, what did they say?”

Natasha doesn’t answer, looking at the ground intently. Her hands fiddle nervously with a small piece of paper she carried in.

“Baby, what did they say?”

Silence stretches between them, and its eating Wanda alive.

The younger woman crosses the room taking her wife’s face into her hands, lifting it so they are looking in each other’s eyes. The glossy redness of the red head’s eyes ignites a further panic in her.

“Natasha, you’re scaring me. What is it?”

She doesn’t speak. She only looks down to the paper in her hands and raises it to display to her wife.

Wanda follows Natasha’s gaze down to her hands. She gasps and swears her heart stopped beating. Her mind is running away without her as she tries to comprehend what she is looking at.

It’s an ultrasound image of an unborn baby. A baby who looks pretty far along.

Wanda can clearly find the head, a torso of sorts, what looks to be the start of some arms and legs. There’s still a lot of development to happen, but this baby is much farther along than the one Wanda has inside of her. This baby is about the size Natasha’s would have been.

Wanda looks up; her eyes wide and dazed in shock, “this is from today?”

Natasha nods.

“…of you?”

She nods again.

The brunette stares back down to the image, “…but all of the tests…”

“False negatives,” the redhead speaks for the first time since she walked in the door.

“… and your period?” the younger woman takes the sonogram from her to examine closer.

“Spotting that is apparently very common.”

Wanda can’t take her eyes off the image, “how far along?”

“15 weeks,” Natasha holds her breath waiting for a response, but she gets none. The quiet is too much in her anxious state.

They had been trying for their third child for months, and this time Natasha wanted to carry the child.

The first attempt ended in tears when the red head got her period and the tests came back negative. It was hard for them both, but it was almost nothing compared to the second try a month later.

After the implantation, her period was late. She even got a positive test. They were so happy, ecstatic even, until it was all ripped away a week later.

Natasha began bleeding and every test after that was negative. They were both devastated beyond belief, Natasha most of all.

It was decided Wanda would try next, and she became pregnant after the first try.

They had believed both of Natasha’s attempts had failed. However, if Natasha is already 15 weeks along, the first attempt had to of been successful.

Now here they are both pregnant. That wasn’t the plan, and it had Natasha wallowing in worry of what her wife would think of the news.

“Please say something,” she begs.

Wanda doesn’t answer her directly, instead she drops to one knee and smiles happily, eye level with her wife’s stomach.

“You sneaky little thing,” she giddily addresses the very tiny human tucked away inside Natasha. “You’re gonna keep us on our toes, aren’t you?”

She presses a kiss to her wife’s stomach before standing to cup her cheeks and bring her in for a joyful kiss. She pulls away with a grin, “what else did they say?”

Natasha answers shakily, “that she’s due in y/b/m.”

Wanda melts instantly, “she? It’s a girl?” She couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face if she wanted to. That is until she sees that Natasha doesn’t seem to share in her joy, “what’s wrong? She’s healthy right?” She searches her wife’s eyes for an answer, “Is she ok? Are you ok?”

“We’re fine, we’re ok,” the redhead cuts off her wife’s worry spiral, “…its just… you’re ok… with this?”

“Ok?” Wanda asks incredulously, “what do you mean? Natasha, we mourned this baby. We grieved for her twice, and she came back to us. I am so much more than ok.” She strokes Natasha’s cheek and still finds hesitation, “what is it, love?”

The red head opens her mouth but struggles to find words, “…you’re pregnant, and I’m pregnant. We’re gonna have two babies.”

Wanda chuckles, “we have two babies. We’re about to have four. They’re gonna be only a couple months apart. They might as well be twins, and I think we handled that pretty well the last time, if I do say so myself.”

“Yeah, we did,” Natasha smiles. Her worry is beginning to morph into relief and joy. “… but we can’t both be on maternity leave. What are we gonna do?”

The brunette shushes her softly, “hey, it’ll be ok. You can work desk duty for as long as you can. If we need to pull from savings, we will. Plus, we still have the restaurant, and its doing well. We’ll make it work like we always do.” She pulls her wife into her arms.

Natasha returns the hug, holding Wanda as close as possible. She wonders how long they will be able to do this before baby bumps make it impossible. Bumps… plural. It sounds surreal.

Wanda pulls back to kiss her soundly. “Now, can we put aside the worry, and just celebrate this precious girl?”

Her wife grins and nods.

“Thank you,” she presses her forehead to Natasha’s, “and thank you for this gift.” She kneels again and slides a hand across her wife’s stomach, “even if you did hide her in there for almost 4 months.”

The red head laughs, “I hid nothing! All of the hiding was done by her, like she’s training to be a little secret agent.”

The pair share a content smile, then Wanda looks back to Natasha’s stomach.

“Our secret agent.”

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Amused, Wanda rolls her eyes, “well little miss Secret Agent, you still have to sit at the table while we discuss the game plan for the day.”

After Y/n packs her violin back in its case, the brunette throws an arm around her daughter’s shoulder and walks her upstairs with Natasha following close behind.

When the three of them enter the dining room, the majority of the food is already claimed or eaten.

“I made them save some for you, Y/n,” Max says happily.

The mothers sit in the chairs in faux offense. “… and what about us?” Natasha asks playfully.

He blushes and looks at them sheepishly, “you too, moms.” They both send him a playful wink.

Y/n takes her spot between PJ and Anastasia. “Thanks bud, but I ate breakfast early today,” she smiles to her little brother.

“So, time for the game plan,” Wanda announces from her seat on the other side of Anastasia. “I’m working a bit later tonight than normal, so that will mix things up a little bit. Lena, Aunt Pepper is going to pick you up from school and take you to ballet with Morgan and drop you off at home after.”

The teen nods in between bites of her breakfast.

Natasha looks across the table, “P, no soccer today, right?”

“Nope, coach is on vacation, so we have the rest of the week off.”

“Ok, we need you to pick up Max from the middle school, then drop him and Alex off at swim practice. Those are your first marching orders,” she chuckles when he gives her a little salute. “Second, you need to go to the grade school to pick up the little twins.”

She then turns to the twin boys, “Billy, after chess club, wait for Tommy to finish track practice. He shouldn’t finish much after you. PJ should be there by the time you finish.”

Wanda eats the last few bites off her plate, then continues the plan for the afternoon. “Mama will get Anastasia from daycare, then pick up Alex and Max. Y/n, think you can walk to your lesson after school?”

Y/n looks up with a furrowed brow.

It isn’t a bad walk. Her coach lives in the neighborhood right next to the high school. It takes 15, max 20 minutes to walk there. The weather is supposed to be great all day long.

So why is she looking at her mothers like they’ve forgotten something?

The girl releases a breath and nods, deciding not to say anything.

“Alright, then we just need someone to pick her up after,” Wanda looks between the big twins, “you should both be home by then. I don’t care who, you can decide amongst yourselves.”

“I’ll do it,” Lena volunteers. She knows the second her brother gets home, 9 times out of 10, he starts some video game and doesn’t stop until moms make him.

“Thank you Lena,” Natasha smiles proudly.

Wanda looks around the table, “questions?”

Alex raises his hand slowly, “where do babies come from?”

PJ nearly spits out his water from laughing. The older children are either trying to hold in their laughter or staring at him in shock. The three youngest turn to their mothers with expressions of genuine curiosity.

Wanda squints her eyes in her son’s direction, “any real questions?”

“Mommy, where do babies come from?” the question is repeated in the innocent voice of her three year old.

Natasha steps in, picking up the toddler from her booster seat, “we will talk about that when you are bigger.” She sets the girl on her hip wiping her face with a napkin. She turns back to the table and addresses the rest of her family, “alright team, lets go. Everyone put their dishes in the dishwasher and help clean up the rest. Grab your backpacks and bags, and get to the door. I want everyone in a car in 15 minutes. Ok?”

A chorus of “ok” and “yes mam” bounces off the walls, and they all get moving to do as they were told.

She sets the toddler down to run and grab her daycare bag. She gathers Anastasia’s and her own dishes to take care of.

Wanda checks Ana’s daycare bag one last time, before sending the girl out to her car with Max. “You two wait for me by the car. I’ll be right there.”

The morning carpool arrangement is a delicate balance. Wanda takes Anastasia to daycare and Max to the middle school because they are both closer to her campus. Natasha can easily drop off the little twins at the grade school on her way to the station. While the four big kids pile into a car and drive themselves to the high school.

“It’s my turn.”

Wanda can hear footsteps along with the bickering of her oldest children approaching from behind.

“No, its not,” PJ counters, “I have the keys, so I’m driving.”

Their mother turns to face them, quickly plucking the car keys from her son’s hand. She holds them up for them both to see.

She looks to PJ, “did you finish all of your homework?”

“Of course.”

Wanda turns to Lena, “ballet bag?” The girl holds up the bag as a confirmation. “Good,” her mother nods and then looks between the two of them. “Now, who drove yesterday?”

Their reactions are simultaneous, almost like they are twins or something. Lena points to her brother while he shakes his head and tries to playfully smile his way out of this one.

“Well then,” Wanda hands the keys to her daughter, “be safe, no texting while you’re driving. Do you hear me?”

Lena smirks victoriously in her brother’s direction. “Yes mam,” she takes the keys and starts walking out of the house.

“Sorry bud,” Wanda pats PJ on the cheek before nudging him towards the door. “Have a good day, I love you,” she calls to them both, and they repeat it back to her, ‘love you too, 25/8.’

Natasha then approaches the door with the little twins hot on her trail.

“Can we ride with the blue lights?” Billy asks excitedly.

She stops in front of her wife, but continues to look to the boys, “you two ask me every morning, and what is the answer every morning?”

They both fold their hands together and put on their best pout faces. “Pleeeaaassse,” they beg in unison.

The officer tries to stand her ground, but their cuteness cracks her resolve. She smiles, “fine, but you get 20 seconds in the driveway before we leave.”

The boys jump in victory, bounding out the front door without another look back.

“I love you too,” Wanda playfully calls after them.

“Well, I love you,” Natasha pulls her wife close and leans in to press their lips together.

“Gross,” a voice sounds from behind them.

They chuckle at their second interrupted kiss for the morning. In the direction of the voice, they see Alex at the bottom of the stairs carrying his backpack and swim bag. Y/n comes in from the living room, and they both make their way to the door.

“Everything in your swim bag?” Natasha asks Alex as he passes.

“Everything,” he taps the duffel hanging from his shoulder. Y/n is right behind him.

Wanda asks, “Y/n baby, you have your violin?”

The girl holds up the case, but before she can say anything, her brother is chiming in.

“Of course, she has the violin,” he smirks in the doorway, “its surgically attached to her arm.”

Y/n rolls her eyes and pushes him through the doorframe, “ha, ha, ha, everybody’s got jokes.” She throws a “bye moms” over her shoulder.

“We love you,” Natasha and Wanda both say at the same time.

Both teens stop and turn in unison, “25/8.”

The mothers smile and nod, “25/8.”

“Now where were we?” the officer turns back to her wife.

Wanda leans in, “I think it was a little like this.” Their lips meet in the middle, and they savor the short moment as long as they can. When they break the kiss, they rest their foreheads together. “Please be safe,” the brunette asks quietly.

It’s a dangerous job. One that keeps Wanda constantly dreading that call.

“I will,” Natasha reassures her with a stroke of her cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They share one more, quick kiss, before they depart, going separate ways to officially begin the day.

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A/N: thank you so much for reading! I really hope you enjoy! ❤️ let me know what you think!

Much love -k❤️

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