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strugglingatart · 3 months

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Jr year ep 2

This is me live blogging bc I need to get thoughts out also would love fandom friends full spoilers bellow the cut just so no one accidentally reads anything they don't want to this will be long

No shenanigans at the begining way lowkey sad I love our intrepid heroes being dumb

Siobhan and Zac kick it off with SUCH good turns straight away we love (also emily's cutting words? delicious)

Them all discussing more stuff mid battle is so nice I love but also not Ally forgetting they could try to heal lol

"playing with you all at level 10 has never convinced me more that this game is unplayable at level 20. fucking unplayable" Brennan the man who I 100% have seen play att level 20. But we HAVE to stan the complaing I love them so much Murph especially I always laugh so much

Siobhan please we cannot be confident before rolls they go bad then

we were doing so well like seconds ago and now everything feels terrible

ARMOR OF AYDA omg my loves

Kristen and Riz are me when my friends are being to sexual but also Kristen please remember you and tracker?

NOT FABIAN FALLING AGAIN, and his idea was real good as well, but Ally yeeting the dice also a big mood

Lou's sass was so good I love im so much

only one person saving out of everyone is brutal why do dice currenntly hate them

Murph loosing it at Ally's saving throws being empty is so funny, and poor them gatting so defensive (also have they been doing it wrong this whole time then? has it never been written down? was is just a mistake on their season prep?)

Zac and Lou killed that look at me bit I'm sorry they are geniuses

I truly thought Brennan was gonna make this fight SO much easier and in many ways I get why he didn't but I'm not over it

Listen Murph is looking SO GOOD this season it legit distracted me for a few seconds I had to go back to understand what Brenan said about the van flipping I am a disaster queer through and through

this is so intense all of a sudden omgggg

Poor hangvan ily and know Gorgug will fix you tho

Oh no Kristen, but also the die deadass turned on them, sad vibes (also I miss good rolling Murph I know we had him for one ep but I loved him)

once again yeeting the dice is a mood and then the whole if i hit anyone bit, art tbh

AHHHHH that nat 1 followed by a nat 20 was magical, also Em is wearing the naddpod live shirt 😍 I was 110% with her tho I wanted Gorgug to get it so bad so that deception roll was EVERYTHING TO ME, Ayda claming Gorgug as the greatest wizard is legit one of my favorite things whenever they bring it up and support that theory my heart is so happy

Brenan just being like yes these npcs i made up for the media res are just for that they will die even if they don't

Zac has what healing thing? again not knowing enough about DnD makes me bad at knowing who can do what

shoutout to the two crew

listen this theme of exaustion specifically with school will end me like i cannot it hits too close

Moggy the doggy! we stan Adaine the little guys guy(gal?)

Did Cassandra text you? Nonstop

this flourish lacks flourish (me giving the finishing touches to art projects for university)

LISTEN Fig asking about first day of school outfit was literally Emily choosing violence omg I felt that deeply

I still have jump and i haven't used it so I'm just gonna... I love Zac

They all LOOSE IT at two more guys and I know it was mostly the players but honestly having an absolute laughing fit out of exaustion is another big mood and I felt both seen and called out (I have STROIES about this) and like it just fit the theme so well

there's two nat 1's, Lou's full discociated, Murph's loosing it, it's pure chaos for a bit but whoever did the closed captions? A+++ job

Kristen taking ths ice cream sandwich out and going to the hangman is gold (also I remember the pouch of ice cream sandwiches existing like I fully remeber Kristen usinf it before but i don't remeber when/where she gets it despite having just rewatched both freshman and sophomore years and it's bothering me)

I want the so tactical so late t-shirt

Fabian passed so I legit thought that was gonna work but you know what? it's funnier that it didn't

"I was a turncoat the whole time" is so funny for no reason, also Fabian babe, ily but like why do you wanna kiss a mirror it will not be enjoyable (also at this point Lou is either feeding into all the comp-het queer theories or is like the queer whisperer)

The father the son and the balthazar made me cackle

I have said this before in a post somewhere but while I get where Kristen is coming from so much like truly I'm right there with her but also I kinda hate how she's avoiding Cassandra but also I get it baby but also pls do better (or at least change tactics in odrer to to it lowkey unhealthily)

Fabian I promise you you can do better LMAO Riz, you are correct

Again to me Fig's hypothetical is like fighting words I'd be pissed and depressed

But also high school me would have loved a dance camp tbh (also to be able to dance in general rip my dancing dreams, taken away by a chronic issue and over protective parents)

"I think I do a really half hearted prayer of healling just because I don't.. trust you" I love Ally so much

ah yes the silliness is back but they are so tired

wanna stay at our place? we have so many beds

The entire ecaf bit was so good i cannot deal

Hallariel is saying Fabian's name more like the elves or am I tripping?

Gillear is slightly less pathetic! he won a cruise! oh and they are engaged, full step sibblings Fig and Fabian

also poor Fabian like he needs his parental figures here... Cathilda better stay or I'm personally gonna have words with Brennan, stop making them suffer they fuck up things alone

ALSOOO there is no way Gillear would not want to talk to Fig omg I'm fighting brennan again

Gillear luck... did Fig uncurse him by taking that deal and is she about to get his bad luck?

SKLONDA we stan

Brennan I swear to god this tiny goblin has saved the world three times what do you mean he cannot go to college I will fight you, this scene hit me so hard omg we were promised silliness not heart wrenching reality in my fantasy

I think Zac legitimately forgot the mirror didn't run away for like a second which makes it funnier but Fig IS just that good. 32 decepetion fool the character and the player

BRENAN what do you mean Zelda gave back his stuff this is DURING the seven where they are still TOGETHER I swear I will riot

Frosty fair mentioned twice it's connected to or the big thing this season

The Thistlespring are SO PRECIOUS

Jawbone and Sandra Lynn made a cake I can't deal, and it's belated birthdays omg the way I would cry

THE RAGH AND LYDIA ART IS SO GOOD

the justaposition of Emily's cackle and Ally's face to the dangers Fig and Kristen are dangerously and/or wildly close to being expell is so good

Lou choking on water at "we're allowed to fail a certain number of classes each semester" also real good treiler editing bc I thought that was 10000% connected to the you let your god die line that comes right before it on there

Fig's been multiclass since start of sophmore year, does she do warlock classes sometimes I wonder

I like that Jawbone is not judging here he's just like facts: you are failing and this is why, now we can see what we do about it

ouch that whole im swimming my head is liquid kristen thing felt dangerously close to me... I usually relate to gorgug and riz like i adore kristen but she's never me what is happening (this is not bad just me having like my 10th identity mini crisis this year)

THE AYDA ART she looks so bummed but so pretty.. but also Brenan I feel like I said I'll fight you a couple of times here but if we get no ayda I will fly to LA and fight you

I reached text limit will do a part two

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fhjr #riz gukgak #fabian aramais seacaster #kristen applebees #adaine o'shaughnessey #gorgug thistlespring #fig faeth

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gxrlcinema · 2 years

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𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

SUMMARY: Natasha commits atrocities. You turn the stories of them into her sweetest sins.

A/N: I didn't proofread this but @foreverindreamlandd and @aphrogeneias did so massive shoutout to them. Inspired by "Queen" by Perfume Genius, covered by Sizzy Rocket. Happy pride to the WLWs, here's some angst.

WARNINGS: 18+ minors please dni, foreplay (almost but not quite sex), semi-graphic discussions of death and violence, morally dubious reader

MASTERLIST

Natasha returns from her mission a minute into an episode of House Hunters. She drops her bag by the front door and heads straight for the bathroom without looking at you.

This is the way she handles all of her missions. She won’t touch you until she’s clean. It’s not the whole truth - with Natasha it rarely is - but in this case you’re glad for it. (If she waited until she truly felt clean, you think she’d never have touched you at all).

You wait until you can hear the low hum of running water, and then deliberately focus in on the episode of House Hunters.

Vijay is a devoted recreational soccer player, Meghan is pregnant with twins, they want a place in the suburbs that’s walkable to local businesses. It is imperative to them that they have room to run around out back, even if it means the future twins will have to share a room.

Natasha emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, just as they begin to deliberate their choice. She doesn’t smile, she doesn’t make a joke, just wordlessly comes to sit next to you on the couch. Her thigh is centimeters from yours. (She doesn’t touch you).

House number one was perfect, but listed about $4,000 over budget. Vijay-and-Meghan’s offer would probably have to be significantly more than that just to be competitive. House number two is a fixer-upper, which they doubt they can commit to given how soon the twins are coming. House number three is a great location but Vijay has his heart set on a massive backyard where he can train his two future Beckhams.

You almost want to laugh at all of it, watching daytime mom TV at 2 AM with a nearly-naked g-ddess of death so close you can feel the heat from her shower. Of all of Natasha’s performances, it’s this one, (pretending to be average), that she's never managed to pull off.

“The mission was a success,” Natasha says over Meghan’s giddy reveal that they’re going with House number one.

You turn to look at her and purse your lips. The definition of “success” is a fight you’ve had before, and you’re tempted to challenge her as you watch the end credits of House Hunters glisten in her eyes. If she were anyone else you’d think she was about to start shaking.

Instead, you keep your tone even and ask, “What do you need?”

Natasha turns towards you, a thread snagging and beginning to unravel. There’s a long moment during which she closes off her face and you allow her to see into yours. When her response comes, it’s just a whisper.

“You.”

Relief sings in your veins. That, at least, you can give her.

You move slowly, afraid to spook the divine creature beside you. You mute the TV. You rise from the couch. You bring your hands up gently against her shoulders, pushing backwards until you get her lying on the couch. Nat’s eyes track these movements closely, landing back on your face once you’re situated above her, your hands pressed into the cushion on either side of her neck.

You look straight at her. She nods. Her towel slips off her torso.

“Tell me what happened,” you command.

She nods. Your fingers find the knot of her towel and release it, as Natasha begins talking.

“We were in this small town, Eastern Europe but I’ve stopped paying attention to exactly where. It was supposed to be a There was this team of soldiers…”

You kiss her first at the fleshy part of her throat, where you can feel the vibration of her voice against your lips. Then, a little lower, in the gap between her collarbones.

“They were Russian. I could tell by the training, before I even heard them speak. One of them called me a bitch to my face, like I couldn’t understand him.”

You can’t help but smile a little.

“You know I can feel you smiling, right?”

You bite back a laugh. “Keep going.”

“There’s not much to tell, really. My intel told me that they’d be less loyal to the cause than they were. Guess the KGB really hates a traitor. Anyways, there were these kids…”

You continue your trail of kisses, adding little bites here and there when you can hear her spirit leave her voice. She gasps and arches against you when your lips touch her skin, right under her belly button.

“You were doing so well Natalya,” you say, mock disappointment dripping from each word.

When you’re met with silence, you look up. Natasha’s eyes are glazed over. She jerks her lips into a wry, wretched smile.

“I put a bullet in someone today, right there. The guy that called me a bitch. Heard a little girl scream when he went down.”

There’s a painful squeeze in your chest, but you return to your kisses. It won’t do for you to shatter the illusion now.

“She was yelling, screaming really. ‘Папочка! папочка!’ And then she ran out into the street and cried right there, over his body.”

Natasha pauses, swallows. You wait for her to start again.

“I didn’t even check for kids. I didn’t sweep the area, I just assumed that STRIKE had it handled. I should’ve looked. I should’ve-”

“That isn’t story, любовь моя.”

You can hear her swallow. You start your kisses again.

“When I saw her, I didn’t even think about any of it. How it’d affect her, how to get her to safety. I just thought about how bad it’d be for the Avengers if it got out that I’d shot a kid.”

You’re almost done with your trail, your lips below her stomach.

“It took someone from STRIKE asking me if I thought she was a threat to realize nobody was going to make me kill her. If I’d acted on instinct- stop. Stop, Y/n, just- stop it.”

You push yourself up and away from her completely, resting on your knees, just over her calves. Natasha’s eyes are wet and wide and trained on you. You both take a minute to catch your breath.

“I love you,” you say.

(You know that she is scared of what it means, your ability to love her. She wonders what’s broken inside you. She wonders if she broke it.)

She swallows. “I know.”

There’s another pause.

“I’m terrible,” she says.

You nod. It’s the truth.

There are parts of Natalya Romanova that are disgusting. There are parts of her that you literally can’t stomach sometimes, atrocities you never want to know about. There are stories that make you flinch, stories you wish you’d never been told, stories that make you wonder how awful you are for ignoring them, for turning them into sex and passion and soft, aching memories that keep you company when Natasha is away.

But the atrocities do not stop you. Natasha is a g-ddess. She is as awful and wonderful as any other holy thing. The atrocity is part of her, same as the secrets or the red hair or the coy smiles. They do not make it harder to crawl back home to her at the end of every day. They don’t stop you from gripping her thighs and diving headfirst into the most intimate parts of her.

“Okay,” you shrug. “You’re terrible.”

You position yourself back where you were before, your lips now inches from her sex.

“All g-desses are terrible,” you tell her. “It makes them no less entitled to worship.”

A thousand emotions flash in Natasha’s eyes: shock, horror, love, terror, disgust, and then a grim sort of acceptance. She nods, almost smiles. And then she stretches one of her signature coy smiles across her face.

“Worship me, then.”

You let a grin stretch across your face. And then worship her you do.

Папочка - "papa"

любовь моя - "my love"

thank you so much for reading! <3

#natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanov x reader #black widow x y/n #natasha romanoff x y/n #black widow x reader #natasha x you #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff x reader

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uraveragelonelygay · 3 years

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When They Remembered

Pairing: WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everyone forgot your birthday. But will they remember and make it up to you before it’s too late?

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending I promise

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: lol so i know this wasn’t a request but i like REALLY wanted to write it. and its currently 4am here so idk if this is actually good or not because i’m very tired. but pls enjoy! shoutout to @wandaromanova for giving me motivation to write this lmao

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Birthdays were a big ordeal with the Avengers. The group truly was each other’s family, so they tended to go all out in expressing their love for one another on their respective birthdays. Wanda would cook a special birthday breakfast, Steve would decorate the compound, Tony would throw a huge birthday party, even Nat and Bucky (who typically were fairly closed-off and stoic) would join in with the festivities. Needless to say, the highlight of living in the compound was celebrating birthdays.

So when Steve announced the team would be going on a mission the week of your birthday, you were confused. When he announced you wouldn’t be joining them on that mission, you were shocked. And then, when nobody objected, not even Nat or Wanda, you were hurt. Hurt and disappointed. Because it had hit you. They had forgotten about your birthday.

You tried to reason with yourself. Things had been incredibly busy with the team recently. It seemed that every time you all had eliminated a Hydra base, three more appeared. So celebrations probably just weren’t on the forefront of anyone’s minds recently. Plus, it made sense for you to not go on the mission with them. The last mission you had gone on, you had significantly injured your leg, getting shot in your thigh and damaging some muscle there. And while you felt you could still be of use to the team on the mission, maybe they just wanted you to take it easy.

But on the other hand, you had been with the team for five years. Five. Fucking. Years. And for over three of those years, you had been in a relationship with none other than Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff. At the very least, you had hoped that your girlfriends would remember your special day.

You blinked back your tears at the thought of being forgotten, and cleared your throat. Maybe they just needed a little push!

“Are you sure you aren’t forgetting anything you might want to be here for that week? Anything important?” You asked.

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. “Am I?”

The remaining Avengers simply looked around the room at each other before shrugging and shaking their heads.

Your shoulders slumped. That hurt a little bit.

“I can’t think of anything happening that week that could possibly be more important than this mission,” Nat spoke up.

Okay. That fucking stung.

So maybe ‘a little push’ wasn’t the best course of action.

You plastered a smile on your face and nodded. “Of course, good point, Nat,” you said, and she smiled gently at you, blissfully unaware of what she was forgetting.

“So, if that’s all, Agent Y/L/N, we need to discuss the game plan for this mission,” Steve said, giving you a pointed look.

You nodded, ignoring the tears fighting their way into your eyes.

“Right. I’ll leave you to it!” You said cheerily before quickly exiting the meeting room, tears falling down your face.

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It was the day before your birthday, and the day that the team would be departing for their week-long mission. So here you were, trying your hand at a final attempt to get your girlfriends to remember your birthday, as they packed their bags for the mission.

“I just think maybe you two would want to do something together tomorrow?” You said, wincing when you heard Natasha sigh.

“Y/N, you have been at this for the past week. We have to go on this mission. Do you understand how important it is for us to take Hydra down?”

“I do, it’s just-”

Wanda cut in. “I know maybe you don’t want to be alone here at the compound, and we don’t want you to be alone either, but this is necessary, lyubov,” she said, flashing you an apologetic glance before turning back to her bags.

You nod. “I know. I really do. Just please hear me out-”

It was Wanda’s turn to sigh deeply, annoyance clear in her next words. “Y/N, please.” She said.

“If you would just-”

“Could you just stop being so fucking clingy? You got hurt. Not us. We are not paying the price for your mistake. We need to go. You’ll survive a week without us, Y/N.” Nat said harshly.

It felt as though she had punched you in the gut. Clingy? She thought you were clingy? And bringing up your injury was a low blow. She knew that. But she still said it. Great. So now not only were they forgetting your birthday, they also thought you were clingy and reckless. Lovely. Happy birthday to me, you thought.

You faked a smile for what felt like the millionth time of the week. “Right. Good luck on your mission, I love-”

But they had grabbed their bags, kissed your cheeks, and left the room hastily before you could even finish. Ouch.

You didn’t bother to hide your hurt anymore as you crawled into your bed and hoped the covers would swallow you whole. You wished you could fall asleep and not wake up until your birthday was over.

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You fell asleep, alright. But unfortunately for you, you did not miss your birthday.

“Happy birthday, Miss Y/N,” FRIDAY spoke, effectively waking you up.

You groaned. “You’re sure I didn’t miss it?” You tried your luck.

“No, ma’am. The date is Y/B/D. This is your birthday, correct?”

You sighed. “That it is, Fri. Thanks.”

“Of course.”

You reached over for your phone and turned it on, a part of you hoping maybe it was all a joke and they had remembered.

But you quickly found that to be false, as there were no new notifications.

You laughed bitterly, tears coming to your eyes easily, as you threw your phone across the room in anger. It hit the floor with a crack and you rolled your eyes. Just what you needed. A broken phone. Perfect.

You let yourself mope for a few more minutes before deciding to get your ass out of bed. Maybe nobody else gave a shit about what today was, but you were going to celebrate it if it was the last thing you did.

You danced your way to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast. You were in the middle of making strawberry pancakes for yourself when you remembered: you needed to call Nat and Wanda!

It was a little thing the three of you did. Whenever any of you had to be left behind for missions, the person at home would call whoever was on the mission every morning to check in.

And while you knew they had no idea it was your birthday, you really just wanted to talk to the loves of your life.

You called Nat and were mid-ring when you remembered what she had said yesterday about you being clingy. Your heart instantly dropped to your stomach. You didn’t want them to think you were desperate to talk to them, or that they needed to drop everything for you.

You were about to hang up, when-

“Hello?” Nat’s voice sounded through the kitchen. And she did not sound happy. But it was your birthday. You didn’t want to let this get you down, either.

“Hey, Nat! Just wanted to check in and see how you and Wanda are doing! I miss you, but I hope the mission is going well! I’m actually making Wanda’s favorite for breakfast right now, so that’s-”

“Y/N.” Nat said. Uh oh.

“Yes?”

“We are flying to the base right now, and we are trying to go over the plan,” She said.

“Y/N again?” You heard Wanda ask Nat.

“Right. Sorry,” You said quietly.

Not a word more was said before you heard the tell-tale beeping that meant she had hung up on you.

You quickly wiped away the tears starting to fall and set your phone down, only to notice the horrific smell of smoke filling the kitchen.

“It appears that your pancakes are on fire, Miss,” FRIDAY said.

“Shit,” you cursed to yourself before dousing the pan with water.

No breakfast for me, you thought.

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After a decently shitty morning, you almost gave up on trying to stay positive, but then you remembered the outfit you had planned for today. You had picked it out a few weeks back, and even though you knew nobody but you would see it, you figured that maybe a nice outfit would help brighten up your day.

“FRIDAY, play a playlist of my favorite songs, please.”

“Of course, Miss Y/N.”

You danced around your room as you took your time getting ready. You were nearly finished when you stepped backwards, slipping on a shirt you had left on the bathroom floor. You landed on your bad leg, and a sickening crack sounded through the bathroom.

Well, shit.

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Meanwhile, the rest of the Avengers had just finished Day One of their mission and were headed back to the safehouse to rest, when a call rang through the Quinjet.

“It’s Dr. Cho,” Steve said with a frown.

Everyone looked around at each other in confusion. Why would she be calling?

“Hello, Doctor,” Steve said once accepting the call.

“Good evening, Captain. Avengers,” She greeted, and the rest of the team muttered various greetings.

“I’m just calling to let you know the surgery went well. We also stitched her right back up,” she continued.

Now the team was beyond confused.

Wanda spoke up cautiously. “Surgery? What surgery?”

“She didn’t tell you? I would’ve thought at least you and Nat would know,” Helen said.

“We have no idea what you’re talking about,” Nat chimed in.

“Well, Y/N had a little bit of an accident at the compound today. She slipped and fell, landing on her bad leg,” Helen said, causing Nat and Wanda to tense.

“Is she okay? Do we need to come back? We can be back in 3 hours if we really hurry,” Natasha rambled.

“She is doing fine. She had a bad break of her leg, thus the surgery, and she reopened her stitches, but she’s okay now. Just recovering in the med-wing for a while.”

“That’s good to hear. Please let her know to reach out if she needs anything,” Steve said.

“Of course. Poor thing, and on her birthday, too,” Helen muttered before ending the call.

The team sat in complete shock.

“FRIDAY, what’s the date today?” Tony asked, breaking the silence.

“It is Y/B/D, more specifically, as you all know, Miss Y/N’s birthday.”

“FRIDAY, turn this jet around. Take us back to the compound. Now.” Natasha spoke firmly.

Not one person objected.

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It was 10pm when Helen released you to go back to your room, lending you a pair of crutches for your now extra lengthy recovery time.

You were done trying to be positive. The day had been a shit show.

Your girlfriends didn’t want anything to do with you, you burnt breakfast, your girlfriends didn’t want anything to do with you, you broke your leg, and, oh yeah, your girlfriends didn’t want anything to do with you.

You finally made it to your room, slipped on one of Nat’s oversized hoodies, and got under the covers (as best as you could with your leg in a chunky cast). You curled in on yourself, your body racking with sobs. Slowly, your sobs died down, and you fell asleep, your face wet with tears.

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That was where Nat and Wanda found you when the team returned. Their heart broke at the sight of you. You looked so small. So sad. And it was their doing.

They sat down on the bed, on either side of you.

“Lyubov?” Nat prompted, trying her best to gently wake you up.

Eventually, your eyes fluttered open, only to squint at the sight of Natasha and Wanda in your room.

“My birthday has been shitty enough, I don’t need to dream about what could’ve been,” you said quietly, more tears escaping your eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re not dreaming. We’re here, now, malyshka,” Wanda said softly, tucking some stray hairs behind your ear.

“Oh,” was all you said.

“We are so sorry, Detka,” Natasha said, remorse filling her eyes.

“That’s why you came back early? It’s not a big deal, it’s just a birthday,” you said, your shaky voice betraying you.

The two women shook their heads.

“It’s not ‘just a birthday’. It’s the birthday of the kindest, strongest, bravest woman we’ve ever met. It’s the day the love of our lives was born,” Wanda said, taking your hand.

“It’s okay, it happens,” you said, your eyes downcast.

“It’s not okay. We should’ve remembered. There’s no excuse,” Natasha began, taking your other hand, “We love you so much, sweetheart. We are so sorry that we forgot.”

“And we’re sorry that we were so harsh towards you. You don’t deserve that. You were just trying to help us remember.”

You sniffled and shrugged. “I forgive you. I know you both were probably really stressed. I didn’t mean to add to that, I’m sorry.”

The two redheads shook their heads frantically.

“Don’t apologize,” Nat said, gentle and stern at the same time. “You didn’t do a thing wrong, moya lyubov.”

You gave them a small smile.

“So, how’d you find out?”

“Helen called and told us all about the big day you had,” Natasha said, smiling sadly at you. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Didn’t wanna seem clingy,” you shrugged.

“You could never. I never should’ve said any of that. Believe me when I tell you that I didn’t mean a word of those awful things I said to you the other day, okay? Wanda and I love you so, so much. You’re not clingy. Not in the slightest,” Nat said, squeezing your hand gently.

“How can we make it up to you?” Wanda asked softly.

You thought for a moment.

“Cuddles?”

They smiled at you before settling in bed on either side of you. Wanda caressed your hair softly, while Nat held you tight.

“You know,” Nat began, “The others feel awful, too. They’re downstairs ready to celebrate, if you’re interested.”

You shook your head. “If it’s okay, I just want to stay here with you two.”

Wanda kissed your temple gently. “Of course it’s okay. We can stay here as long as you’d like.”

“Thank you, both of you,” You said after a while.

“For what, malyshka?” Natasha asked.

“For coming back when you remembered. You may have forgotten, but it’s what you did when you remembered that really counts in my eyes. So thank you. For being here. For coming home.”

“Of course, love,” Wanda said. “We may be idiots sometimes, but we’ll always come home. That’s a promise. As long as you want us.”

You pondered this. “So...forever?”

Nat and Wanda chuckled at that.

Nat turned your face to her and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“Forever it is, sweetheart.”

You hummed in content as Wanda reciprocated Nat’s actions. The two snuggled closer to you, and as the night went on, the three of you talked quietly to each other, nothing but love for each other shining on your faces.

Soon enough, you felt yourself drifting off to sleep. But before you fully let sleep take over, you heard two voices, the loves of your life, Nat and wanda, softly singing Happy Birthday to you, before kissing your cheeks gently. You smiled contentedly as you dozed off, feeling at peace for the first time all day.

Happy birthday indeed.

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nothoughtsonlynat · 3 years

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Resurrect Me: Part 2 (N.R.)

Part One

Huge shoutout to @confusinggemini612 who requested this a loooong time ago and I’m just now getting to it (I am so sorry for the wait). I hope this is what you had in mind :)

Warnings: swearing; PTSD; mentions of suicide/self-sacrifice

Word count: 2.6k

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

The cool breeze blows through my hair, the hand in mine being the only source of warmth in the chill of the Russian countryside. As we walk closer, a chorus of pigs snorting fills my ears. Natasha had given me a brief rundown and a quick pep talk before taking me to meet her family. Now, it was game time.

“Are you ready?”

“Not in the slightest,” I respond to the redhead.

“Let’s do it then,” she says with a smirk, to which I reply with a scoff.

We walk through the gate and enter the small house, immediately hearing three distinct voices, each laced with a thick Russian accent. The voices hush as the door closes behind us, and a blonde woman is the first to greet us.

“Ah, сестра! Mom and Dad are flirting again, let’s make a run for it,” Yelena whisper-yells.

“So put a sedative in their vodka or something, I don’t know,” Natasha replies. I’m not sure if I should introduce myself or not, so I just stand there awkwardly.

“They are both spies, they’re not going to fall for- actually, Alexei would, but Mom would never fall for that,” Yelena pauses as she notices me. She looks me from head to toe and squints before her lips quirk into a smirk. “And who might this be? Is this your little girlfriend?”

“Yelena, don’t be an ass,” Nat grumbles with a scowl.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

Yelena hums before turning back to Natasha. “She’s definitely your girlfriend.”

“Oh shut up,” Natasha whines, walking further into the house. I look at Yelena and nod in confirmation before following Nat. I hear her whisper “I knew it” from behind me, causing me to laugh. Natasha turns to give me a questioning look, but I just brush it off with a shrug and a smirk. She narrows her eyes and opens her mouth to say something, but is cut off by a deep, booming voice.

“Natasha! Welcome home! Look at this, all my girls back together again! It is so nice to see you,” Alexei says, moving forward to pinch Natasha’s cheeks. She gently pushes him away with a scowl, and I can’t tell if she’s really uncomfortable or not. Either way, it brings my guard up, ready to defend her.

“And who might this be?” Alexei questions, turning to face me.

“Dad, this is Y/N,” she says before I can answer. I offer a kind smile.

Yelena, who had made her way to the kitchen table with a bottle of vodka, says “She’s Natasha’s girlfriend.”

“Thank you for the input, Yelena,” Natasha says with a tight-lipped smile.

“Girlfriend, huh? When did that happen? Natasha, I was not aware that you, uh, how do you say? Swing that way?” A dark-haired woman slaps his arm for his comment and he exclaims, “Ow!”

“Pay him no mind, Natasha. He is a bit slow, but Mama always knew. You were not very discreet about the way you looked at that Hannah girl in Ohio. And as for you, it is nice to meet you. I’m Melina, what is your name?” Her demeanor is friendly, but her gaze is skeptical. She’s probably already planning how to kill me if she decides that I’m not good enough for her daughter.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, too,” I say with a nervous smile.

“Alright, guys, that’s enough. Please stop harassing my girlfriend,” Natasha says with a sigh.

“Come, sit,” Yelena commands with a wave, still sitting at the kitchen table.

I sit across from her and Natasha sits next to me. Melina and Alexei follow soon after, with Alexei sitting at the head of the table and Melina sitting next to Yelena.

“Here you go,” Yelena says as she slides me a shot glass full of vodka. I clink it against hers in the air and down it in one go, grimacing at the burn. “Are you alright?” Yelena asks with a smirk, clearly enjoying my agony.

“Oh, yeah, I’m great. Just not used to Russian vodka, that’s all.” Yelena nods, satisfied with my answer, before going to pour me another shot.

Natasha stops her by saying, “Yelena, no more vodka. You’re going to kill her.”

“You’re no fun,” the younger sister says, but complies, nonetheless.

“Natasha, you are slouching again. Sit up straight,” Melina interjects.

“Mom, I’m not slouching. I told you I don’t slouch,” Nat protests.

“So how did you two meet?” Yelena asks, interrupting the banter.

“Oh, we met in New York during the invasion, when the Avengers were formed,” I answer.

“You are an Avenger! I knew you looked familiar. Tell me, does Captain America ever mention me, the great Red Guardian? I could kick his ass, you know. I’ve done it before,” Alexei says, causing the three Russian women to groan and complain.

“That never happened, Dad,” Yelena mumbles at the same time Natasha says, “He doesn’t talk about you because you guys have never met.”

I raise my eyebrows at them. They seem awfully familiar with this conversation; how often does Alexei say this crap?

“So, Y/N. What happened when you guys brought everyone back? How did you do it? Natasha won't tell me,” Yelena questions. I chuckle nervously, glancing at Natasha, who is clearly uncomfortable with this topic of discussion.

“Um, I don’t know if I should… It’s complicated, really,” I say, trailing off.

“Yelena, stop. It doesn’t matter. And don’t put her in the middle of things,” Natasha responds, defending me. An awkward silence fills the room until Alexei speaks up again.

“He really hasn’t mentioned me? Have you even asked him about me?”

<//>

“Why won’t you tell them what happened?” I ask quietly. It’s nighttime now, and I’m lying in bed next to Nat in the guest room. She seemed so uncomfortable, and it’s been worrying me since.

“They just don’t need to know,” she replies shortly

“But they got snapped away, Natty. Don’t you think they deserve more of an explanation than what they’ve seen on the news?”

“Don’t tell me what to do with my family, Y/N.” Her sharp tone feels like a blade to the heart, but I take a deep breath and soften my resolve, knowing that she’s only snapping at me because something else is upsetting her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push. I just, I can tell that something is upsetting you. You can’t just bottle stuff up, Nat. It doesn’t have to be me if you’re not comfortable, but you need to talk to someone about it.”

She doesn’t respond immediately. “I’ve told them. I gave them the basics: Thanos snapped people away, we time traveled, got magical stones, snapped people back, and then killed Thanos. That satisfied my parents, but Yelena wants to know the whole story.”

“And you’re not comfortable retelling it?”

“Parts of it are bearable, but… I can’t think about it. You almost killed yourself for me, Y/N. You did die for me. I can’t think about that day, let alone tell my baby sister about it,” she says. Her voice is quiet, breaking as the tears flood her eyes. I pull her head into my chest and run my fingers through her hair.

“I’m right here, Natty. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. You don’t have to tell anyone about what happened. I was terrified of losing you on Vormir. I hate talking about it, too.”

“Is that why you went to Dr. Garcia?”

“Partly. There were other reasons, too.” I hesitated before continuing. “I kept hearing the tortured screams. When I slept, in my head, everywhere I went. I heard them all the time. And I would get random whiffs of burning flesh. As you know, I went to the Underworld when I ‘died’ and I guess it just affected me more than I had originally thought.”

“Angel, why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped.”

“I didn’t want to worry you, or freak you out. The whole thing was pretty weird. For a while, I honestly thought I was haunted. It was probably pretty selfish, but I didn’t wanna scare you away.”

“You could never scare me away. But just to be clear, you aren’t haunted, right?”

I laugh quietly. “No, I am not haunted. A mild case of PTSD, but I’m doing better now. The therapy helped a lot.”

“Do you think it would help me? I still get nightmares sometimes...of you going over that cliff. I just, I close my eyes and you’re gone, and I hate it.”

“I’m so sorry, my love. I hate how much pain I’ve caused you. But I do think it would help. We can find someone when we get back home, yeah?”

“Yeah. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Natty.”

<//>

“Just do it! It will be fun! I will go easy, I swear,” Yelena begs.

“Okay, fi-”

“No! No way in Hell. You are not sparring with her,” Natasha argues.

“I’ll be fine. Worst case scenario, she kicks my ass,” I say.

“Actually, I’m pretty sure the worst case scenario would be if I accidentally killed you,” Yelena says flatly. “But that won’t happen! Please, Natasha. I want to see what she’s got,” she pleads with a pout.

Natasha sighs and rolls her eyes, muttering something under her breath about us being a bunch of children. “Fine, but if you so much as scratch her-”

“Y/N will be fine. Come on,” Yelena says, grabbing my hand and dragging me into the backyard.

Thirty minutes later, I’m flat on my back in the grass, wheezing. I groan as I attempt to sit up, the whole world spinning as I do.

“Yelena! What the hell did I say?! You literally threw her,” Natasha yells.

“No, no. I’m good,” I say weakly.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting her to be so...defenseless.”

“I am not defenseless,” I counter.

“You cannot even throw a punch,” the blonde deadpans.

“That doesn’t make her defenseless,” Nat says as she helps me to my feet. “She could take every single one of you out right now without even moving.”

From a few feet away, Melina quirks an eyebrow and Alexei mumbles “she could not take me out.”

“You are delusional, Natasha. How are we supposed to trust this woman to protect you when she cannot even protect herself?”

“She can protect both of us just fine, Yelena. Not that I need anyone’s protection.”

“Your sister has a point,” Melina tells Nat. “Sorry, Y/N,” she adds. I open my mouth to speak, but don’t even know what to say. This is my worst nightmare.

“You must be able to punch when you are in trouble! Much like I did to Captain America back in the day,” Alexei adds.

“Alright, enough. I’ll have you know that Y/N is one of the most powerful Avengers. Actually, she’s a literal goddess,” Natasha snaps.

“Well, of course you would think so. You are her girlfriend,” Melina says.

“Guys, I’m being serious!”

“Do not get snappy with us. We are just looking out for you,” Alexei says.

“I don’t need-”

“Somebody has to be there to keep you safe, and this girl could not bring harm to a plant,” Melina remarks.

“I’m literally standing right here,” I mumble under my breath.

“She literally saved my life! How is that not keeping me safe?!” My eyes widen; what happened to not revealing that tidbit of information?

“What do you mean? You saved her life?” Yelena asks as she turns to address me.

“If it wasn’t for her, I would be dead right now. And you guys never would’ve come back,” Natasha retorts, clenching her jaw.

“What? Why? What happened,” Yelena rambles. I can see the worry etched on her face, and it makes her look oddly childlike. It almost makes me want to pull her into a hug, but I’m fairly certain she’d throat punch me if I tried.

“On a planet called Vormir. A life needed to be sacrificed to get one of the Infinity Stones. It was me, Clint, or Y/N. I tried, but Y/N stopped me. That’s what I mean.” Natasha is seething. She clearly didn’t appreciate her family’s doubts.

“You tried to kill yourself?” Yelena addresses Natasha, but no one has the chance to answer her before Melina speaks up.

“If you sacrificed yourself, then how are you here?”

“It’s complicated,” I say with hesitance. “I am technically a goddess. I have many different powers, but most of them deal with death. When I died, I went to the Underworld, where I met my mother, Hecate, who is a goddess. Then, I came back. Resurrection is one of my powers. I know it’s a lot to take in, but that’s the truth.”

It’s silent for a minute as everyone processes my words. Everyone is staring at me with bewilderment, except for Yelena, who hasn’t taken her eyes off of her sister. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and a deep frown rests upon her lips.

“You tried to kill yourself?” Yelena repeats, this time only a whisper. Natasha finally turns to look at her younger sister and her mouth bobs open and closed, seemingly unsure of what to say.

“I didn’t have a choice, Yelena,” Natasha finally says.

“You saved her?” the blonde asks me.

I hesitantly nod my head. “Yes, I guess I did.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, giving a curt nod before turning and walking mechanically back into the house. I awkwardly clear my throat and turn my gaze to the ground.

“Will you show us?” I raise my head to look at Alexei, confusion crossing my features at his request. “Will you show us your powers, I mean.”

“Dad…” Natasha warns.

“No, it’s okay. I can show you a little bit,” I say, right before teleporting away. I watch from a hill in the distance as Alexei looks frantically around him. I can hear him asking where I went, which makes me laugh.

I teleport into the house and walk around, looking for Yelena. I walk into a bedroom and find her sitting on the floor with a bottle of vodka. “Hey, are you okay? We didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I’m fine. Because learning that your sister almost died and there was nothing you could’ve done to prevent it is so much fun,” she scoffs.

“I’m sorry. We probably could’ve broken the news a bit softer.” I sit on the ground next to her, leaving about a foot of space between us.

“It’s not your fault,” she murmurs. “I’m sorry for doubting you.”

“Don’t be. I am a horrible fighter,” I joke. She chuckles slightly, nodding in agreement.

“That you are. Can I see some of your magic, or whatever it is?” I hold out my hand and black mist dances above it with eerie elegance. I close my fist as it fades away, lowering my hand.

“Cool,” she says with a crooked smile. We hear the front door open and three sets of footsteps entering the house. I hear Nat calling my name.

“You okay?” I check one last time.

“I’m good. Thank you, Y/N, for saving my sister.”

“I’d do anything for her, Yelena. You don’t have to thank me for it.”

The bedroom door opens and Natasha’s head pokes in. “Y/N, we thought you’d completely left for a minute. Everything okay in here?”

Yelena and I look at each other and I look back to Natasha, overwhelmed with love for the redead. I smile and say, “Yeah, everything is just fine.”

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The Next Right Thing

Tracing Yelena’s grief about Natasha through the lyrics of Frozen II’s “The Next Right Thing.” Word Count: 2363

Shoutout to @the-widow-sisters for encouraging me to write! This is my first Marvel fanfic, and hopefully not my last.

I’ve seen dark before, but not like this…

Most of Yelena’s life has been filled with dark moments. After being torn from what she thought was a real family, she was forced into the Red Room. Natasha had held her as long as she possibly could, before Dreykov’s men ripped her away from Yelena.

Now, years later, Yelena is experiencing a similar feeling. The feeling of her sister being ripped away from her.

This is cold, this is empty, this is numb.

After the blip, Yelena had begged Ana, a former widow, to help her find Natasha; however, the hunt didn’t last long.

Natasha Romanoff did not survive the fight against Thanos.

Yelena collapsed to the ground once the dreadful news reached her ears. She didn’t care how vulnerable she looked at that moment. Nothing could console her. She screamed and sobbed for what felt like days.

When Yelena eventually stopped crying, everything felt numb.

The life I knew is over… the lights are out.

What felt like only days ago, Yelena had been discussing with other freed widows about how once she could free the rest of the widows, she could reunite with her older sister and live with her in New York City.

Natasha was the one who came up with the idea. She and Yelena tried to call each other as much as possible, though with Yelena on missions, and Natasha handling things with the Avengers, finding a moment to catch up was difficult.

“Where will you go once you’ve freed all of them?” Natasha asked, trying to keep her voice steady, avoiding the true concern behind her question.

“I don’t know… anywhere, I guess? I don’t want to live with Mama Melina and Alexei, not without you there,” Yelena answers, trying to push away the hope building in her chest.

“Why don’t you come to the city, and stay with me while you figure it out?”

“I would like that, poser.”

Hello, darkness, I’m ready to succumb.

That idea was destroyed after Yelena found out her sister was dead.

A few days after finding out about Natasha’s fate, Yelena finds herself driving to Mama Melina’s house.

She puts her truck in park as Melina runs out the door to meet her daughter.

Yelena spent the day being held by the only other woman in her world who could provide a small level of comfort. That night she locked herself in her room, not caring if she ever emerged again.

I follow you around, I always have.

Yelena’s nightmares plagued her tenfold now.

These night terrors would cause Yelena to wake up many nights in an awful panic. Melina would try to help her calm down, but she rarely succeeded in comforting the girl.

Some dreams consisted of a younger Yelena attempting to sneakily follow Natasha, who always knew her little sister was right around the corner. During these kinds of dreams, Yelena felt peace; they were only nightmares when Yelena would wake up.

But you’ve gone to a place I cannot find.

Yelena tried to get as much information about Natasha’s role in the fight against Thanos as she could, but to her avail, she could not find anything relating to how Natasha died. A couple other Avengers Nat had worked with had also been defeated during the fight against Thanos. Those who survived fell off the radar. She had no way of contacting them.

Yelena just wishes she could properly bury her sister. Alexei suggests that they pay for a headstone to be built in Nat’s honor. Yelena surprisingly agrees.

She may not be able to find Natasha, but Natasha would know where to find her grieving little sister.

This grief has a gravity— it pulls me down.

Yelena firmly presses her head against the concrete that reads: “Natasha Romanoff – Daughter, Sister, Avenger.”

She whistles their secret whistle. Her heart shatters when she does not receive a response.

Yelena’s grief causes her to lie by her sister’s grave for hours.

But a tiny voice whispers in my mind:

Yelena could stay here forever. It seems to be better than living a life without her hero.

You are lost, hope is gone,

If Nat were here, she would probably roll her eyes at her sister.

“Little one, I sacrificed myself in order to bring you back! Can’t you see that?” her voice rings in Yelena’s mind.

But you must go on.

Natasha would want Yelena to live.

Every time the sisters had a moment to catch up, Nat would remind her little sister to go out and live. She was free to do so now that they had taken down the Red Room.

Nat would want Yelena to keep going.

Just do the next right thing.

Yelena has used this mantra before. There were many times in the Red Room during training when Yelena got caught up in her opponent’s strength and size. “Just do the next right thing,” the voice in Yelena’s mind would say.

During missions when Yelena was sure she was going to die, she kept this mantra, this important reminder in her thoughts. Figure out what the next right thing is, and do it.

Can there be a day beyond this night?

Yelena finally walked back to Melina’s house. She was becoming a little more comfortable calling her Mama again, but of course, there were still some trust issues between Yelena and the family that was so real to her..

How could Nat expect Yelena to just move on and live her life?

I don’t know anymore what is true.

After the sisters were reunited, Yelena never envisioned her future without Natasha. Though she refused to admit it, Yelena always planned to eventually live with Natasha and live out their lives together.

I can’t find my direction, I’m all alone.

But now, what life does Yelena want to live?

She thinks about how she wanted to spend a real American Christmas with Natasha. They had actually planned for Yelena to visit NYC during the holidays, if Nat was able to get some time off work. Yelena knows that Nat would’ve done everything in her power to make that trip happen.

Yelena’s thoughts travel back to a conversation she had in-person with her sister.

“Did you ever wish for kids? I want a dog.” Nat had given her a smirk in response.

Maybe, Yelena should get a dog.

The only star that guided me was you.

“Well, what was I supposed to do? You’re the only superhero person that I know,” Yelena masks her hurt by putting on a front of being extremely annoyed.

The first person Yelena thought of when she was freed from mind control was Natasha.

The first thing Yelena thought to do after the blip was finding Natasha and letting her know she was okay.

Natasha was Yelena’s guiding star.

How to rise from the floor?

Yelena knows that she can not continue living like this forever. Robotically eating the food Melina brings to her bedroom, only getting out of bed to take a shower or walk to Natasha’s grave–itt was much too depressing for someone who barely had the chance to begin a happy life with her favorite person.

She should really get a dog.

But it’s not you, I’m rising for.

Yelena wakes up after another long night of terrors. She glances out her window to see that it is a perfect day. The sun was out and there was a slight breeze that blew some of the leaves off the trees.

Today, she was going to take her life back from the overwhelming grief that has possessed her for so long.

Just do the next right thing.

Get out of bed. Take a shower. Put clean clothes on. Eat the breakfast Melina made you. Inform your parents where you are going so they do not worry so much.

Take a step, step again.

Walking out of the door, Yelena is struck with reality once again. She was going to get a dog. A dog that her sister would never meet. It was a silly thought, really, but it was painful nonetheless.

It is all that I can to do: the next right thing.

She sucks in a shaky breath, letting the fresh air enter her lungs. Letting it out, Yelena walks across the gravel, her shoes crunching the fallen leaves. Yelena uses Alexei’s old truck to drive to the animal shelter.

I won’t look too far ahead,

Yelena does not know what her next step will be after adopting a dog. Obviously, she will have to take good care of it.

It was already early autumn. That meant winter was coming, along with a couple days Yelena dreaded most: Nat’s birthday, and Christmas. The idea that she would have to go through both of those days without her sister almost made Yelena turn the truck around and drive back home.

It’s too much for me to take

The grief clouds Yelena’s thoughts as she continues driving down the back road. Yelena knew how unfair life could be, but losing Natasha? That was more than she could take.

But break it down to this next breath, this next step

Too quickly, Yelena finds herself pulling into an open parking spot near the front door of the animal shelter. She lets out a breath she had been holding for god knows how long.

Her hands grip the steering wheel, an attempt to ground herself to reality. Widows are made of marble. Get out of the truck and go into the store. This was the next step she knew she had to do.

This next choice is one that I can make.

Her ears are immediately met with several barks and whines coming from the dogs in the kennels. A lady at the front desk asks if Yelena wants to take a look. Yelena forces a smile and nods.

They walk through the kennel, stopping at each one for a moment, just long enough for the lady to explain how long they have been in the shelter.

Yelena hears a loud bark coming from her left and she turns to get a look at the dog. It was a two year old American Akita whose ears stood up in alertness. The fluffy dog was large for its age.

“She would be the most loyal dog you could ever own. Her previous owner trained her to hunt. They said she is extremely strong and bold. They had another dog that took most of their attention, which is sadly why they gave her up.”

Yelena allows the dog to sniff her hand. The dog happily wags her tail. “This is the one,” Yelena finally speaks.

“Are you sure you don’t want to look at the rest of them? Just in case you change your mind-”

“I choose her,” Yelena says confidently.

So I’ll walk through this night,

A couple weeks later, Yelena wakes up from a nightmare to find her furry companion licking her tears away.

“Bleh, Fanny. That’s gross,” Yelena rubs her face with her sleeve. The dog happily ignores her owner’s comment and lays her head across Yelena’s lap. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” Yelena huffs as she scratches her dog’s head.

Stumbling blindly toward the light

Later that morning, Yelena gets out of bed to let Fanny outside to use the bathroom.

Melina and Alexei weren’t thrilled that Yelena chose to adopt a large dog, but they were grateful that Fanny gave Yelena purpose. The dog brought out Yelena’s younger side.

It had taken a couple weeks of mentally convincing herself, but Yelena decides she is finally ready to bring Fanny to Natasha’s grave.

Yelena opens the truck door, and Fanny leaps up to settle in the passenger seat. Starting the truck, Yelena rolls down Fanny’s window so she can stick her head out. Something she has noticed about her fluffy dog is that she is willing to go anywhere with Yelena. That lady wasn’t kidding when she said Fanny was loyal.

And do the next right thing,

“Come on, Fanny,” Yelena commands her dog to get out of the truck, before shutting the door. Fanny happily paces in front of Yelena, who slowly begins her walk to her sister’s grave.

Fanny gets distracted by something in the woods, but Yelena does not call out to her. Fanny never strays too far away.

Approaching the headstone, Yelena carefully kneels down and begins adjusting all of the gifts and flowers left by her and the public.

She gently runs her fingers over the rough headstone. “Hey, Nat,” Yelena blinks back a few tears, her voice breaking. “I have something really cool to show you. It’s way cooler than the vest.”

And, with it done, what comes then,

She doesn’t try to hold back the tears anymore.

“I had told you before that I really wanted a dog. You seemed to like the idea. I had wanted to pick one out with you,” Yelena sighs deeply.

She sadly blows her notes of their secret whistle.

When it’s clear that everything will never be the same again?

Before she had time to register the emptiness she was feeling, Yelena feels a weight against her leg. She opens her eyes to find Fanny licking her hand.

“This is Fanny. She looks all tough, but she really is a softie like you. I hope you like her name,” Yelena softly chuckles.

Then I’ll make the choice to hear that voice

Yelena spends another hour pouring her heart out to her sister. With Fanny by her side, she has more confidence to share these difficult feelings. She typically would never allow herself to be this vulnerable.

Fanny falls asleep right next to Nat’s grave. It is bittersweet for Yelena.

And do the next right thing.

She decides after another ten minutes that they should probably head back to Melina’s home. Her parents fuss about her more than she would like, but deep down she appreciates their concern.

Fanny jumps up to lick Yelena in the face, causing her to start laughing harder than she’s laughed in a long time.

Adopting Fanny was definitely the next right thing.

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plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms · 3 years

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There’s More Than One Way To Start An Apocalypse (8)

Summary: The Infinity War had happened and Thanos had won. 5 years later the Avengers try one last crazy idea to save everyone they lost, but a mysterious woman with a Supernatural background from Natasha’s past drops in unexpectedly derailing their plans. They soon find out that Thanos was now not the apocalypse they needed to stop.

Fandoms: Avengers, Supernatural

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader (previous), Natasha Romanoff x Reader (previous)

Warnings: Angst, The Damn Snap, mentions of depression and self-loathing, excessive and sometimes unnecessary violence, gore, mentions of death, copious amounts of blood, some profanity as per usual, mentions of past trauma, idiotic decision making, lots of slamming on God and angels in this chapter

A/N: I feel like I deserve a slice if cake for churning out 3 chapters the past few days. Yay me! You'll see in this chapter that I took a lot of liberties in terms of timelines, powers, and limitations. It's fanfiction just roll with it. LOL. I have a plan I swear! But also I didn't want to touch on the events of the final season. That will be a whole other mess that we will address in a different story. Enjoy! Masterlist is pinned post!

Sidenote: So that I don't get confused Sam Winchester will be referred to as Sam/Sammy while The Falcon will be referred to as Wilson.

Special shoutout: To my wonderful friend and beta reader extraordinaire. Hope you like your easter egg in this chapter.

Masterlist

8: Alliances

"So you're telling me that the Natalia you said you grew up with is Natasha Romanoff. This Natasha Romanoff," Sam said his brows impossibly high as he glanced between you and Natasha. The younger Winchester looked to be somewhere between confused and impressed. "THE Black Widow. The Avenger."

"Yup. That's her right there," you shrugged as if it was nothing. And it was really nothing to you. To you she was just Natalia, your oldest friend.

Castiel, Jack, Wilson, and Wanda had gone into town to grab dinner and go on a supply run after you had done introductions. It was surreal to you watching Dean fanboy over an awkward Steve, Bucky seriously asking Castiel about the different types of heavenly weapons, and Sam getting into an in depth discussion with Bruce and Tony on how ghosts can affect tech. It was nice and it felt the most normal you had ever felt in your life.

"To be fair we had no idea about Nat's guardian angel either," Wilson said as he unpacked dinner, sliding one container after another across the table to each one of them.

"Guardian angels don't exist. Angels have an inherrent disgust for humans because they are God's favored creations," Castiel deadpanned in his low and gravelly voice while placing the crate of beer at the middle of the table.

"Castiel is still learning about sass," you chuckled.

You were seated between Dean and Natasha with Steve in front of you. The Captain noticed how Dean automatically took your dinner container and opened it for you carefully placing a knife and fork beside it. He also took a couple of beers, opened one, wiped the lip with the end of his shirt, and placed it in front of you. The fluid way in which he did this and your easy acceptance told him that this was a common act between you two.

"Really, Sera? Pancakes for dinner?" Bucky teased as he bit into his burger.

"Nephilim have a wicked sweet tooth, dude. I'm telling you from experience to never take her cookies away from her. I still have the scar as a reminder," Dean grumbled as he placed a slice of pie on your plate. "Besides, Jack is much worse."

"What?" the other nephilim said through a mouthful of technicolored cereal making the group burst into friendly laughter. After a few more teasing remarks, the conversation segued into the current crisis.

Everyone's faces turned serious and the light playful ambience turned heavy with tension as you finished your meals. Sam decided it was best to start from the beginning. He saw an opportunity for them to actually have a fighting chance now that the Avengers were on their side. He hoped they were on their side.

"When Jack was born, it opened a rift to an alternate parallel reality," Sam started running a hand through his long brown locks.

"Apocalypse world," Jack added.

"Mad Max world," Dean quipped as he chewed the last of his burger.

"In this reality there is no, well, us," Sam continued looking around the room. "There were no Avengers who stopped alien invasions or Winchesters who battled the supernatural. In this world the angels succeeded in making the universe their dominion. Humans became the hunted and the supernatural basically decimated everything."

"Why would angels do that?" Steve asked. You could see that his faith was somehow being shaken by all that he was hearing. You couldn't blame him. Everything that was taught before said that God was good and angels were there to protect you.

"Because angels are dicks," Dean grunted. "Almost every single goddamn apocalypse we had to stop has been because of some asshole angel's daddy issues."

"Dean's anger is warranted," Castiel agreed which came as a surprise to the newcomers being an angel himself but they were beginning to understand that this particular angel was different. "God is the paragon of an absentee father and his absence tested the faith of all creation including angels. In our world, angels at least still somehow respect the fact that God favored humans even though they think they are lowly creatures. In this alternate world, God had abandoned them for so long that their hatred and jealousy for humans had festered. They began to believe that in God's absence they were entitled to rule over all creation as they saw fit."

"God sounds like a dick too," Bucky commented to which Sam and Dean raised their beers in agreement.

"When we crossed the rift, the angel army there in turn also found out about our world. They called our world paradise and they seek to destroy this one as they have theirs. Their leader believes that all worlds are just God's drafts and he moves on and creates a new one when he finds things unsatisfactory. He has decided that this world is unsatisfactory so in his twisted way he thinks he's justified and fulfilling God's will in obliterating this world," Castiel frowned.

"Who's leading them?" Natasha asked as she leaned her elbows on the table her full attention on Castiel.

"Michael," Castiel growled. "The Archangel Michael."

For the benefit of the Avengers, Sam explained the implications of having to face against an Archangel and particularly since it was Michael. He informed them that Michael was the first angel ever created and the commander of all heaven. A primordial being that held power close to God himself. The previous times the Winchesters has had to deal with an Archangel was with the help of another Archangel. Gabriel was dead, Lucifer was just recently killed, Raphael was long gone, and this world's Michael was locked up in The Cage. They had nothing to fight him with.

"What's he waiting for then?" Wanda piped up. "If he's so powerful why hasn't he conquered this world already?"

"He's alone in this world. He doesn't have his army here, but he's been knocking on doors recruiting creatures to his cause," Dean grimaced.

You noticed that he was fiddling with his beer bottle, his thumb scratching at the label. This was a sign that he was tormenting himself with his own guilt again for letting Michael escape. If Michael had not escaped then you would not have been attacked at the compound. If he had just been stronger then all of you would be safe or it could at least buy you some time to figure out how to kill him. You clasped his hand firmly to steady him.

"He's also looking for a new weapon," you said quietly as Dean's hand moved to lace fully with yours.

"Y/N," Natasha breathed and you nodded sadly at her. "Why does it have to be you?"

"Nephilim grace is the most potent kind of power and if he consumes mine in particular he will be unstoppable," you explained, your grip on Dean's hand growing tighter.

"Why?" Natasha asked even though deep down she already suspected the answer.

"Because he's my father."

"Technically it was this world's Michael that sired her, but the effect would be the same. He could go after Jack but it wouldn't be as powerful as if he went for Sera," Castiel clarified.

A pregnant pause covered the room as each one tried to absorb all the information. Bruce was the first one to break the silence, his face was creased in concentration as his mind processed.

"Does he know that you've lost your grace?" he asked.

"I don't think so," you shook your head. "Otherwise he wouldn't have gone after me at the compound. I think he just felt the power surge when I went for the stones and tracked me from there."

"That could work to our advantage, but it's also risky to keep you in your current state," Bruce uttered stroking his chin thoughtfully. "We have to find a way to accelerate your grace replenishment."

"Does that mean the Avengers will help us?" Jack asked his doe eyes shining with hope and excitement.

"Look, we know this isn't your normal sort of fight and you just kind of got roped into it unknowingly. We also know you all have your own lives and responsibilities. We wouldn't be asking for help if it wasn't life or death," Sam gulped as he ended his plea. His chest hammered in anticipation as he watched the superheroes look at each other silently making their decision.

"We're in," Steve finally said and Sam let out the breath he was holding. "And you're wrong, this sounds exactly like our sort of fight."

Smiles and low chuckles filled the room again as you all came to an understanding that you were all one team now. You were all feeling a renewed sense of purpose.

"Where do we start, Sammy?" you said with a soft encouraging smile.

"Well we need to find something that we can use to fight him with. We found a lead on a new prophet that emerged. We'll need him to read the demon tablet we got."

"Don't ask," Dean murmured when he saw that you were about to ask how the hell they got their hands on a demon tablet.

"How do we know he's really a prophet?" you asked instead.

"Well we did some digging after we saw him on the world news. Apparently he's a pretty famous manga artist in Japan who just suddenly lost it a few years ago. They say he just suddenly went on a rampage ripping up all his artwork and shouting at everyone that the characters in his art were real. They sent him to a rehab facility in California," Sam explained as he pulled up his laptop and began searching for the files on the supposed prophet.

"He could just be crazy or high on drugs, Sammy," you reasoned.

"Maybe, but his breakdown happened just as Donatello died and his latest comic book series was about a war between angels and demons," Sam said as he turned his laptop around to show everyone a picture of the prophet. There was a finite amount of prophets that were allowed on the Earth and when one dies the power gets awakened in another.

"The nurses at the center also say that he keeps saying the Archangel Michael is coming for him," Dean added.

"Okay. We're busting out the whackadoodle then," you nodded now fully convinced.

"There has also been an increasing amount of werewolf-related deaths in South Dakota. Jody called it in a couple of days ago and since we know werewolves have become Michael's number one followers, it would be pertinent to investigate," Castiel recounted.

"I'm almost afraid to ask, but how do you know if it's a werewolf-related death?" Wilson inquired raising his hand.

"Hole in their chest. Heart ripped out. Looks like a wild animal mauling," you said simply and you laughed at the instant regret on Wilson's face. "We should split into teams, but I think we should keep at least one hunter with the Avengers. They'll need someone with the knowledge when things go tits up. Everyone good with that?"

Everyone agreed easily. The Avengers were highly skilled but this was a whole other world with a different set of rules they weren't used to yet.

"I'll need to stay here to go through the archives and do more research," Sam started.

"We'll help with that. We'll have to make a tech run first though because I am not working on a laptop. We'll head out on the jet to meet with my guy," Tony offered and Sam looked absolutely giddy to be included in their group.

"I'll take the werewolves and Dean can break into the loony bin. Prophets tend to hate me," you shrugged. "Your best bet would be stealth so take Natasha and Wilson with you."

You missed the hardening of Dean's jaw when you suggested his teammates and the quick glare he tossed toward the redhead, but he did not verbally complain.

"Bucky and I will go with Sera. She'll need backup for the werewolves," Steve added. "There could be a pack of them and we can't take any chances. Do you want any of them captured and interrogated?"

"Yeah, bring back a couple of souvenirs," Dean answered. “They might know something useful.”

You were surprised at how well both teams seem to have adjusted with working together. Castiel announced that he would be going to Heaven the next day to see if the other angels had any useful information. He was not optimistic, but he would still try. Wanda, Bruce, and Jack would be staying in the bunker holding down the fort and getting a head start on research.

Having laid out the plans for the next day, you all decided to get some much needed sleep. There was a lot to do tomorrow and the butterflies in your stomach would not calm down. You were walking down the hallways with Natasha leading her to her room when you noticed the sly smirk on her face.

"What?" you sighed. "Spit it out."

"Nothing. Just noticed you and the Winchester boy are awfully cozy," she snickered as you rolled your eyes. "Calls you babe too in his sexy gruff voice. Not my type, but I can see the appeal."

"Yeah, I know you're more into the shy scientist with an enraged alter ego type of guy," you countered wiggling your brows at her shocked expression. "Come on, Nat. Doesn't take a super spy to catch onto that."

"Don't change the topic!" she huffed. "So are you dating Dean or not?"

"It's complicated," you hummed. "Why do you ask?"

"I don't think he likes me and I want him to because he's important to you. I saw how he hovers over you, Y/N. There's a genuine love there," she said. You both stopped and you turned to face her.

"You're probably just reading too much into it. Get to know Dean on the mission tomorrow. He's pretty chill when he's not shooting at a vampire," you chuckled. You walked for a bit more and opened a door to what would be her quarters here. "Why the sudden interest in my love life or lack thereof?"

She smiled cheekily at your suspicion as she entered the room and paused at the doorway.

"Because there's a certain soldier who might have also noticed how comfortable you are with Dean."

She abruptly slammed the door on your face leaving you with the sound of her teasing giggles and a bunch of questions floating in your mind. You were not going to get much sleep tonight. Damn Natasha and her cryptic insinuations.

You stomped your way to your own room not realizing that super soldiers had enhanced hearing and that one in particular was in the room next to Natasha’s.

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Arachnophobia

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Living in the Tower surrounded by superheroes can make you think your own fears don’t matter. Luckily, Loki is there to save you, both from yourself and the spiders invading your room. Warnings: one very disgusting run-in with a spider; fluff A/N: Shoutout to that one very weird looking spider in my backyard that inspired this.

“Aaaaaahhhhh!”

Peter was walking by your room when you screamed. He burst through the door, ready to web up whoever was attacking you.

“Where’s the bad guy, (y/n)?” he questioned frantically.

You pointed toward the wall opposite the bed you were standing on. He turned and quizzically raised an eyebrow. Finally, he saw the spider and walked over to it. He put his finger out and it crawled onto him. “You mean this little guy?” he chuckled. “But it’s so cute.”

“No. No, it most definitely is not,” you quickly countered. “And it’s, like, the fifth one this week. Please, just take it out of here.”

Peter shrugged and waved goodbye, walking out with the spider. You would have preferred he killed it, but you weren’t going to ask him to do that. He was Spiderman, after all. You were glad it was him who rescued you, though. Truth is, you were embarrassed of how terrified spiders made you. You would have been mortified if Tony or Nat or Thor walked in on you. And oh god, if it had been Loki you might have died. You didn’t want to appear weak or helpless to your crush. He teases you all the time as it is; you didn’t need to give him any more ammunition. Thankfully, he and most of the team were out, and you were able to avoid any questions. You hoped that that would be the last spider you saw for a while.

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One sleepless week later, you were about to cave and ask for help. The spider sightings were, unfortunately, becoming more frequent. You’d started having nightmares about spiders crawling all over your skin, leaving you with a disturbing tingly sensation when you woke up. If that wasn’t enough to keep you up at night, that old urban legend about swallowing eight spiders in your sleep each year kept finding it’s way to the forefront of your mind.

Determined to get some sleep, you made your way to one of the Tower’s numerous common areas. So far, the spiders were only in your room, but you hadn’t mentioned the problem to anyone yet. You spread the cozy blanket from your bed over yourself and got comfortable on the plushy couch. You’d brought a book too, just to have an excuse for why you were sleeping on the couch in case of a run-in with one of the team’s resident insomniacs.Not that you had to worry about that. You were so tired that you were out cold the second your head hit the cushion.

What could have been hours but felt like minutes later, you were awoken by a very familiar prickly sensation on your arm. Assuming it was just the product of one of your nightmares, you tried to ignore it and go back to sleep. Much to your dismay, the feeling only became more prominent the longer you were awake. Cracking an eye open, you barely managed to stifle a scream. Sure enough, there was a spider crawling up your arm, nearly under your sleeve now. In an adrenaline-induced rush of courage, you brushed it off and smashed it with your book. Unfortunately, the encounter unearthed the deeply repressed memory that was the reason you had arachnophobia in the first place.

You’d only been five years old at the time, but incredibly outgoing and brave for your age. Alone in your family room, you were playing with some dolls while your mom got you a snack. A large black dot on the floor caught your eye, and you walked up to it. You quickly identified the mystery spot as a spider. Some part of your brain told you to wait for your mother to come back, but it seemed dead. You’d figured it would do no harm to make sure, so you decided to squash it. You quickly grabbed your doll and brought its oversized head down on the arachnid. Then disaster struck.

You were rendered a screaming mess as baby spiders came rushing forth from the mother’s body. Your mom ran down in a panic and scooped you up, rushing away from the horrific scene. She quickly brushed any of the tiny arachnids off your small frame and hugged your sobbing body to her chest. After that incident, the house was fumigated, but you were left with a crippling case of arachnophobia. Not to mention you lost your interest in playing with dolls.

It was the strength of that memory, coupled with the fear of the moment, that left you a shaking wreck on the common room’s sofa. As salty tears trailed down your face, you heard a voice call your name, but it was distant as if you were underwater. The person called out to you a few more times, but you were still too shaken to say anything, let alone comprehend who’s voice it was.

They made their way to you in the dark and pressed your mess of a self to their body. A cold hand stroked your arm as their melodic voice whispered in your ear.

“It’s ok. I’m here now, darling,” they said. “Go back to sleep.”

You don’t know if it was from the crying or the sheer terror running through your veins, but somehow you managed to fall back into a dreamless slumber.

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The next morning, your mystery hero was gone and hadn’t left the slightest clue as to who they were. Sure, you technically could’ve asked around and figured it out, but you were too ashamed for that. Everyone had their own demons, and you were sure that comparatively yours would be nothing but childish fears. It wasn’t even that you necessarily thought anyone would be mean about it, but your mind always warped your thoughts until you believed your feelings were insignificant. You knew it was a bad way to be, but you couldn’t help it. Thus, you went about your day hoping your savior would reveal themself.

The rest of the day went by in a flash, and you were almost convinced that you’d dreamt the whole thing. No one had dropped any subtle hints that they were your shoulder to cry on, so you decided to make some passing remarks of your own. No one seemed to pick up on them, leaving you more confused than ever. At least you hadn’t seen any more spiders today, so that was good news. You even dared to hope you were done with the problem altogether.

Of course, nothing ever goes your way. You’d just finished your shower and there was another eight-legged menace waiting for you. This time, you weren’t able to stop the shriek from escaping your lips. Throwing on a robe, you walked backwards to where your shoes were, making sure the spider couldn’t run off. Unfortunately, a knock at the door drew your attention away, and when you looked back, the arachnid was nowhere to be found. Great, you thought, now there’s no way I’ll be able to sleep in this room tonight.

“(Y/n) are you alright,” the person at the door questioned, and you immediately recognized the voice as Loki’s. You stayed silent and debated the best course of action. Before you could say anything, he spoke again. “If you don’t respond I will have to come in to make sure you’re ok.”

You finally went over to the door and opened it a crack. “Hi Loki. Don’t worry, I’m fine. Just, uh, slipped a little.”

“I see,” he said, a slight blush crawling up his cheeks when he noticed your attire. Realizing this, you felt your face mirror his.

“Right. Well, thanks. I appreciate it.”

“No problem. You’re quite certain you’re fine? You didn’t injure yourself at all, did you?”

You figured it would be best if you just dealt with the spider on your own. Better than telling the god standing before you, right? You shook your head no, but jumped when you saw a dark spot scurrying across your peripheral vision. Alas, when you turned your head, it was already gone. Maybe you were just paranoid.

“(Y/n) what is it,” Loki said, concern lacing his voice. You tried to assure him you were fine and close the door, but he pushed it open all the way and stepped in. He gave you a stern look and said, “Don’t hide from me. Tell me what the problem is.”

Tears brimmed your eyes and your lower lip started trembling. You were determined to not look like a fool in front of Loki, though, so you put on the bravest face you could muster and once again said you were fine. Then you thought you saw another spider and your weak facade slipped completely. You were now fully crying from the stress of it all.

Loki hesitated a moment before capturing you in a gentle embrace. In a fit of embarrassment, you tried to pull away, but he was having none of that. He only held you tighter as he whispered calming words in your ear. After who knows how long, your tears subsided and you hiccoughed a few times, adding to the shame you felt.

“Darling, you needn’t keep it a secret from me any longer,” Loki said once you fully calmed down. “I already know.”

Then something clicked in your mind. Darling. It was what the person last night had called you. The cold hands still holding your body suddenly felt all too familiar. You hadn’t even entertained the idea for a second that Loki had been the one to comfort you last night. Though, it would make sense if some magic was involved in you falling back asleep so easily.

“You-you,” you stuttered, only to be cut off by a gentle shush from Loki.

“Yes, dear, it was me last night. I’m sorry I ignored your hints, but I didn’t think you actually wanted to discuss it. And, quite frankly, I don’t always now how to respond to gratitude.”

One thing still wasn’t adding up for you. You asked, “But how do you know what’s bothering me.”

“You kept saying ‘spiders’ last night. You were so shaken, it didn’t seem appropriate to press for more information,” he said, finally releasing you, but only enough to see your face.

“Oh,” was all you managed to reply, having been so out of it that you had no memory of speaking at all.

He fully let go of you and walked with purpose to one of your walls. He pressed his hands to it and they started to emit a greenish glow.

“Whatcha doing?” you questioned, still sniffling a little.

“Sensing for spiders. What, did you forget I have magic?” he teased, bringing a smile back to your face.

“What?” you questioned when his face fell. “What is it?”

Sensing his hesitation to fill you in, you reassured him that you could handle it. Deep down, you were aware that you probably didn’t want to know whatever news he felt pertinent to hide from you. The suspense was killing you, though, so you pestered Loki until he gave in.

“Darling, I’m sorry to tell you this,” he said, leading you to sit on the bed, “but there’s a spider nest in your walls.”

Your eyes widened in fear. No wonder you’d been seeing so many. Your mind threw you back into that moment from your youth. All you could imagine was the tiny spiders crawling all over your body. The way they felt on your arms, near your mouth, and in your hair. Shivers racked your body as Loki kneeled before you. He took your hands in his and moved his head so he could look into your eyes, which were currently locked on the floor.

“Stay with me now. It’s going to be ok. I’m right here.”

You couldn’t manage to choke out a response, so instead you focused on synching your breathing with the pace of his thumbs rubbing small circles on the back of your hand. You felt lightheaded, but Loki’s eyes kept you grounded in reality. Finally, you regained control of your senses.

“Th-thank you,” you said, shaking out the remaining bits of paralysis.

“You don’t need to thank me for this, dear.” Before you could protest, he continued, “Now, I can take care of the nest with my seidr, but any spiders that are scurrying about will escape my wrath. We can talk to Stark about getting an exterminator in here.”

You nodded meekly, still not able to do much else. A familiar green glow came from Loki as he worked his magic. Once he was done, he turned and smiled at you. With the threat mainly neutralized, you suddenly became very self-conscious of your attire, remembering you were still only in a robe. To be honest, you’d pictured a scenario like this before; you barely clothed and alone with Loki. Of course, it was never in a situation quite like this. You thanked him profusely and shepherded him towards the door before your mind could wander any further. Unfortunately, one of the remaining arachnids decided to make an appearance, sending you scrambling into Loki’s arms.

“There’s no way you can spend the night in here. Will you come to my room?”

Even though he’d phrased it like a question, you knew he wouldn’t let you refuse the offer. Even so, whatever scrap of pride you still possessed begged you to brave it out. Mainly though, you just wanted a good night’s sleep.

“Ok. Yeah. I think I’d like that. But, uh, do you think I could maybe change first?”

He let go of you again and nodded his head, obviously having also forgotten you were only dressed in a robe. Once you were in some more suitable sleepwear, Loki took your hand and led you to his bedroom. You’d hoped that he would cuddle you again like he had the night prior and were disappointed when he laid as far away as possible from you on the large mattress.

“Hey, Loki,” you said, bashfully. “Remember last night? Well I’m still kinda scared and was wondering if-”

“Say no more, darling.”

Loki wrapped you in his arms and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. As his melodic voice coaxed you to sleep, you decided that, spiders or not, this would not be the last time you got to snuggle with the god of mischief. Lucky for you, Loki was thinking the exact same thing.

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