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I need some more Yelena and Nat fluff I like the idea of 6 year old Yelena getting bullied at school and 11 year old Nat being a protective big sis and helping Yelena by scaring her bullies away

A/N: Thank you so, so much for this request!!! 🥰💖💖💖 I absolutely loved writing this one! It was super fun to finally have a request for this idea since it had been one circulating in my head for a long while now 💗

I hope y’all enjoy! 😊💕

Word Count: 2620

Warning: Some Violence

Natasha peacefully lounged at the top of the tree, reading a book as she remained watchful over her baby sister where she was sitting at the base of the tree.

It was recess at their elementary school, and Natasha had chosen to climb a tree to escape the loudness of the children around them and take a sort of break from it. She had hard days sometimes where it was difficult to be around a ton of other people, and in those times, she preferred to seclude herself.

Normally, she would have been fighting and training constantly to let off the steam and to find some manner of peace within herself. However, there was no real way to find relief here given the fact that they had to maintain their cover, so fights with the other children were completely out of the question.

Not to mention the fact that she was well-aware that she could kill them all in the blink of an eye with little to no effort on her part.

As soon as recess had been called, Yelena had come running to meet up with her as she always did, and Natasha had taken her hand softly in her own, never feeling too angry or too frustrated to greet Yelena as she always did. However, in that manner that Yelena had that sometimes utterly surprised Natasha with the sheer intuition of it, she had started asking her what was wrong, sensing it.

“I’m fine, little one,” Natasha had reassured, and Yelena had furrowed her little brow, shaking her head.

“You don’t seem fine.”

“I’m just… Tired,” Natasha had finally settled for explaining, knowing that she could not tell Yelena the true reason and honestly not even wanting to burden the happy-go-lucky girl with her own troubles anyway even if she could tell her. Yelena had nodded in recognition, that adorable concern still shining in her eyes as she practically dragged Natasha over to a tree.

“You go sleep and I’ll sit here and protect you,” Yelena had explained, and Natasha had looked at her with a deep awe and adoration.

It still positively shocked Natasha how intuitive and intelligent that Yelena truly was. Most children her age would not have even thought of such things, but her baby sister most certainly did.

Natasha had huffed, figuring that she would humor the little girl since it seemed that it actually would help to spend some time alone. She had pulled Yelena into a soft hug before climbing up the tree with the book that she had brought with her in her backpack.

Yelena had wandered off to go get some cars from the sandpile to play with there at the base of the tree, and since then, Natasha had been watching over her from her perch, enjoying the relative peacefulness and the sound of her baby sister going on about something as she made the cars talk to one another.

“No, Blue! I can’t go with you! I have to stay here and be with my friends!” Yelena spoke, talking for the purple car in her grasp. She then raised up the blue car and started to speak in a slightly deeper voice.

“But I’m your friend, too, Purple! I want to go to the grocery store with you!” Natasha raised an eyebrow as she huffed and finally looked down at the situation unfolding with the toy cars.

It was extremely silly and juvenile, but since Natasha had been on this mission, she had come to find joy in the childish, kid things that Yelena participated in. Something in her grew warm every time she saw Yelena’s innocence shining through.

And true, it was a little insane that two cars named after their paintjobs were talking to each other and wanting to go to the grocery store of all places, but Natasha found that she loved to hear Yelena’s imagination in action.

It was better than her own imagination that simply came up with scenarios with the most murderous of happenstances and the ugliest of circumstances within them.

“Why don’t you bring your friends, too? We can all go!”

“Yay! Let’s go!” Yelena cried, driving the cars along on the grass in front of her as she made car noises, and Natasha smiled gently, her heart warming and her eyes softening. She had never really thought that she would ever be capable of being anything but a heartless killer, and she had most certainly never entertained thoughts that there might actually be a place for her in this world, but with Yelena, that mindset actually started to shift a little.

However, the sweetness of the moment was suddenly interrupted by a few boys from Natasha’s fifth grade history class.

“There’s the toy cars!” they yelled, and Yelena paused in the middle of playing, looking at them uncertainly as she glanced down at the cars.

Natasha furrowed her brow, watching them carefully as they approached Yelena. She was not sure what was about to happen, but if they dared even try to do anything to Yelena, she was not about to hesitate in taking care of the situation regardless of the need to maintain cover.

Quite simply, no one was going to put their hands on Yelena. Not now and not ever.

“What are you doing with the cars? Those are for the boys to play with!” the leader, a red-headed boy with a terrible attitude, declared.

He was known as Knuckles by pretty much all the students. This was primarily because he was the biggest boy in elementary school with the meanest temper, and he had no problem getting physical as a result of said temper.

Natasha had been dying to knock him down a few pegs, but she had been holding back all this time for the sake of her cover.

But if he kept bothering her baby sister, his comeuppance was about to come up quicker than he expected.

“Go play with your stupid Barbie dolls. Those are for stupid girls,” he told her, and the other boys laughed along with him, the entire lot of them just yes-men to their carrot top leader.

“Stupid isn’t a nice word,” Yelena pointed out, looking very unsure of herself and on the edge of getting really upset as her bottom lip trembled just a little. As soon as Natasha spotted the trembling of her lip, Natasha gritted her teeth, her nostrils flaring as she started to climb down the tree from the backside.

“Give me those cars! They’re ours!” he yelled, and Yelena immediately protested. Just as Natasha came around the tree, she spotted the boy snatching both of the cars from her grasp, and Natasha growled under her breath, speaking up.

“Hey!” Natasha raised her voice, finding herself slipping back into the girl that she had been forced to leave behind at the Red Room. They immediately looked at her uncertainly, and Natasha narrowed her eyes, angling her head toward the cars.

“Give those back to her right now,” Natasha warned, and Knuckles stared at her as if she had completely lost her mind, that arrogance just emanating from him in every way.

“Oooh,” the other boys chorused, and Knuckles just looked back at them, scoffing before looking at Natasha.

“And what are you going to do about it, Chicken Legs?” he questioned. Chicken legs had very frustratingly come to be Natasha’s name around the school since Knuckles had so ceremoniously coined it upon his first meeting with her at the beginning of the school year.

“If you don’t stop, I will break your nose,” Natasha warned, every word coming out dead serious as she eyed them. Knuckles just laughed at her, and the rest of his group, while a little shaken at the threat, still laughed with him. Natasha just eyed them carefully, preparing to take action.

It was at that moment that Yelena chose to get up and start trying to reach for the cars. After all, Natasha had said that they were supposed to give her back the cars.

However, it was directly after that attempt that Knuckles reached out, shoving her down to the ground after her attempt. Natasha’s eyes widened a little, and a snarl left her lips before she could control herself.

She stalked toward him as he sneered at Yelena, and as soon as he was within arms-length, he happened to look in her direction. She slammed her fist into his face, a sickening crack resounding as she made contact. He crumpled to the ground, howling painedly as he nursed his broken nose.

One of the boys immediately took off to go get the teacher in response to this development. Natasha could not help but feel what could perhaps be considered a sick sense of joy at the revenge that she had gained on the behalf of not only her sister but so many other children as well.

Yelena got to her feet, sniffling a little after having been pushed down, and she hurried over to Natasha, hiding behind her as she placed her small hands on Natasha’s back. She gripped the fabric of Natasha’s shirt as she peered out from behind her somewhat tearfully, and Natasha just glared down at the boy.

“What is wrong with you?!” one of the other boys cried, and Natasha just bared her teeth at him in an almost feral manner.

“I told him that I’d break his nose if he didn’t quit! And I did!” Natasha warned, and the boy came back with the teacher swiftly. She gasped as she took in the sight of Knuckles, and she looked at Natasha in nothing short of horror and intense lividness.

“Natasha Shaw!” Natasha could not help but feel the urge to cringe at the fake last name that they had been using for the last three years as a “family.” She did not particularly love it, and she really wished that there was some other derivative of Shostakov that could have been picked instead.

“To the principal’s office! Right now!” she demanded, and Natasha let out a deep sigh, starting to head in that direction. However, Yelena remained holding onto her tightly, and Natasha stopped, turning toward her, and Yelena looked like she was going to burst into tears.

“No, no, Natty! Don’t go to the office!” Yelena sniveled pitifully, her eyes big and sad as she looked at Natasha, and Natasha shook her head, kneeling down to her level as the teacher’s critical, evil eye was following her every movement as she helped Knuckles to his feet.

“Don’t worry, little one,” Natasha told her softly. “I’ll be okay. Just have fun at recess, okay?”

“Oh, no, she’s not having any fun. We’re calling your parents!” the teacher proclaimed, and Natasha set her jaw, flicking her eyes in the woman’s direction.

That was a major problem. She had really preferred that they kept this entire incident a secret. Especially considering the fact that when they went home that Natasha was liable to be in deep and very real trouble in consideration to the mission. Natasha let out a sigh, and Yelena immediately started to cry, hugging Natasha’s middle tightly, and Natasha straightened as she held her close.

“Just stay here, okay? Mom’s going to come get us,” Natasha explained, the more affectionate name for her mother slipping out far more easily nowadays than it had in past. Yelena sniffed hard, hugging her still.

“Be a brave girl and let me go, okay?” Natasha told her, and Yelena hugged her tighter for just a moment before finally releasing her. Natasha smiled down at her, wiping her tears away, and she stroked her cheek before leaving her to go to the principal’s office.

This was going to be fun…

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Yelena sat outside the principal’s office, a deep fear and nervousness in her. All she could think about was Natasha and how much terrible trouble that she was going to be in.

Their mother had arrived at the school a little while ago, and picking up Yelena with soft words of reassurance, she had headed to the office and placed her on the little couch outside of it, assuring her that she would only be there for a few minutes.

Yelena honestly felt that it had been more than a few minutes by now. To her, it was taking absolute ages.

In the midst of her fear and worry for her big sister, she had tried listening in at the door a couple of times, but she could not hear anything of real consequence. It just sounded like mumbling voices, and in dejection, she had headed back to her seat. Her only comfort from the experience was that she had heard the sound of her sister’s voice.

Yelena never really knew what happened when kids went to the office. She had always been a good girl and had never been sent there, so she had no reason to really know. All she understood was that the office was bad and it was where all the bad kids who did bad things went.

However, despite this, it was her belief that her Natty was a good girl. She did not need to be sent to the office at all, because she was just trying to protect Yelena. She was trying to keep those boys from being mean to Yelena, and even though Natasha had hit one of them, she was not trying to be mean. It was protecting.

Yelena did not understand why Natasha had to get sent to the office for protecting her. Was that the wrong thing to do?

Suddenly, the door opened all the way, and out stepped Natasha. Yelena’s eyes went wide, and she grinned widely and happily as she practically jumped from her seat and rushed over to her big sister, locking her arms around her as she buried her face in Natasha’s shirt. Natasha laughed a little, kissing her head as she moved the both of them out of the way of the door so that Melina could come out.

“Yes, you have a good day, sir,” their mother smiled kindly, shutting the door behind her as she reached out for the girls’ hands. Yelena moved to her right side as she always did, and Natasha remained at her left, and they started out.

“Mommy?” Yelena questioned after a moment, looking back at the principal’s office uncertainly before looking up at their mother.

“Yes, dear?”

“Why did Natty get in trouble?” Yelena asked her, knowing her mother would be straightforward with her. Melina shook her head, humming as she smiled down at Yelena.

“Honey, it was just a big misunderstanding. Don’t worry. Your sister is not going to be getting in any trouble any time soon,” Melina assured her, keeping that same loving look on her face that she always had when dealing with her girls. She leaned forward a little in an attempt to see Natasha’s face around their mother.

She quickly spotted her big sister’s surprisingly soft smile, and after that, Yelena herself smiled, nodding her head and accepting the answer. If all was okay with her big sister, then all was okay with her.

“What do you say we get some ice cream?” Melina offered, and Yelena immediately completely forgot what happened earlier in favor of grinning widely and hopping a little as they walked.

“Yay!!!” Yelena excitedly cried, and Melina chuckled warmly. Natasha grinned, looking as excited as Natasha ever seemed about anything in her typical manner of calmness.

And as the three of them headed for the ice cream shop down the road from the school, all was perfect in their perfect world as it should be.

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shieldagentnatasharomanoff · 2 years

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A dance for life

October 4th, 2022

Prompt: Dead on your feet (Hidden Injury / can’t pass out)

Summary: Ballet is a daily routine for the students of the Red Room. Imperfection is something they can’t afford, but when Natalia is hurt shortly before the session a simple dance becomes a battle for her life.

Readers: @strxngemxgick @cherryfinolahobbes @supremestrangeness @muffinmiri

The piano music played in the background, a steady staccato of tones, usually soothing, now they made her ears ring. A cool lower-case tune encased her like a prison when the higher pitched, main melody came crashing through, ending in a c-accord, only shortly accented, until it started again, from the top. Steady it went on, pacing round and round in a never-ending circle.

Twenty-six girls of varying ages stood next to a bar hooked to a mirrored wall, wearing black skirts and pointed shoes. They used to be twenty-eight. The youngest noticed. Bright red hair sticking out from the brunettes and blondes. She was one of them, yet didn’t exactly belong. Twelve years of age, most of the others at least two years her elder.

Assemblé

Natalia Romanova moved her feet inwards, toes pointed out, a perfect parallel, but her legs shook slightly as she bent downwards, her arm following an elegant bow, lifting her up gracefully onto the points of her shoes.

She could still see the glint of steel in the mirror behind her, but she had been distracted, too slow. It was her own fault. Inessa and Ekatherina had talked about it during the night when Natalia willed her breath to still and simply listened as she lay under her too thin sheet in the too cold sleeping hall they shared.

“Madame favors her.” They had said. “She’s a runt, shouldn’t even be here with us… She thinks she is better than us.” They were wrong. Natalia didn’t think she was better than them. The simple fact was that they were inferior to her skill. And yet. The two older girls had cornered her. One of them left with a broken nose, the other one with a dislocated shoulder and Natalia bore a stab wound in her side.

Arabesque

She touches her feet back to the ground just as the melody picks back up again only to lift herself onto one tip, stretching her other leg upwards in a curved position, one arm reaching up as well, the other holding on to the bar for support. A short flinch as pain shot through her side.

After her fight Natalia sat on the bathroom floor, bleeding. Crimson collected against her side and slowly pooled down, staining her top and leggings and, eventually, the marbled floor below. There was no time. She couldn’t be late…

So, she pressed tissue paper into clumps, pressing them to the wound in hope of stopping the bleeding, secured it as best as she could with tape. The young girl hissed as the paper touched the cut, soaking the red liquid successfully. The bell rang. Her sign to go. She was late. More tape, more paper, until the wound was covered by an ugly clump. The work wasn’t great, but it had to do. Tardiness was not permitted under any circumstance.

Echappé

Her feet hit the ground, hard, and she hissed painfully, bringing them back into a parallel stance, the fifth position, then pushed herself up onto the tips of her toes bending her feet into a round shape only to set them back down, harder than she should. Another jolt of muscle to push back up. The melody became a rush in her ear, bleeding together into a distorted mess. Another hiss left her lungs as pain pulsed outward from the stab.

“Natalia! Hold form, you’re lacking behind.”

“Yes, Madame!”

She had barely made it to the ballet session in time, as the last, but at least there was no punishment waiting for her today. Not more then there had already been.

Emboité

Her feet hit the ground again and dark spots started dancing in front of her eyes. Cold sweat started to break out on her forehead as the red haired girl pushed her right leg into a point, rotating her left one outwards, leaning her torso slightly into the opposite direction and angling the lifted leg into a triangle, tip of her shoe touching her knee, as her arms lifted into a parallel, one arm raising higher while the other dipped down, finger softly spread.

Her form was off. She could feel it. Feel the people looking at her, less then perfect. Her hand brushed against her side as she tried to gracefully release her position, but only ended stumbling into the girl beside her, who pushed her back. Natalia’s vision blurred too much as to see who was pushing her away.

Madame Helena’s gaze bore into her side. She could feel it… It terrified her. Another deep breath and Natalia regathered her composure. Warm liquid sticking to her fingers. She was bleeding through her bandages and her leotard.

Pirouette

There was no time left. Fear occupied her mind and made her heart beat faster. She could feel the warm liquid sticking the fabric to her side. Her body operated on autopilot, years of repetition, one routine after the other, practiced until tendrils of dawn set the room aglow.

Natalia folded her arms against her chest, then whipped them out to gain momentum, turning, spinning, her head too slow too follow. It made her dizzy, even dizzier then she had been before. She could taste copper on her tongue. Darkness starting to rim into her vision as she spun once, twice, thrice around herself, only to heavily lean against the beam.

She had to hide, to stay awake, only a little longer. Her heart fluttered against her ribcage like a bird terrified it would never see the sky again. The last girl who collapsed had been number twenty-seven. They used to be twenty- eight, now they were only twenty-six. Natalia couldn’t, wouldn’t be the next.

Ciseaux

The command sent panic crashing through the darkness. Her breath and heart working overtime. It felt like hyperventilating. Her gaze flickered in and out between her own mind and a dissaciotive stare into the distance. She could do this, had to do this. The thud next to her signaled that it was her turn.

Natalia moved two quick steps, then jumped, stretching one leg forward, lifting the other into the air. Crimson droplets fell from her side, followed her through the air and impacted on the floor. Her legs buckled as blood streamed down her leg now, coloring the cream colored tights red, then caved, tossing her to the ground.

She looked up, head lolling to the side, hard eyes meeting hers as Madame Helena pulled her lips into an unhappy frown. “Again, Natalia.” Was all she ever said.

And Natalia complied, rising to her feet. They were looking for perfection, anything less would get you killed.

And she was made of marble. She wouldn’t break here.

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esouliie · 3 months

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hello, this is forever scarlett’s best look! :33

#this movie altered my brain chemistry at such a young age.#scarlett johansson #— 🎀 : scarlett johansson #natasha romanoff x reader #: @ 4ngel1v

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writerslittlelibrary · 7 months

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Were you expecting someone?

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summary: thinking it’s a day like any other, you simply busy yourself with some homework and your hobbies, until there’s suddenly a gun pointed at your head

pairing: Natasha x daughter reader, Yelena x niece reader, Melina & Alexei x granddaughter reader

warnings: a gun?

genre: fluff

words: 1265

a/n: I thought there should be way more content about the Widow family. I love to see more of the concept of Melina and Alexei with a grandchild

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When you woke up this morning, you were not expecting the situation you were currently in. Because you were wearing your headphones, you had not heard anyone enter the house. Your mom told you she would be gone until late afternoon, and while you were busying yourself with some drawings, you had completely forgotten the time.

Not that it mattered, really. Usually, when your mom comes home she’d always let you know, whether she’d send you a text or simply come into your room and say hi.

This situation however, was slightly different. One moment you were peacefully sketching some ideas you were working on, and the next moment you could feel the cold metal of a gun pressed against your temple. You slowly looked up from your sketchbook, not making any sudden movements.

You thought the woman in the room was simply another Widow from the Red Room, sent to assassinate you. You’d been dealing with those ever since you escaped two years ago.

When you didn’t feel the woman relax her grip on the gun, nor feeling a bullet piercing your skull, you decided to handle the situation yourself. You turned around swiftly, grabbing the gun and pulling it towards yourself, managing to yank the woman forward and knee her in the gut. You pushed her to the side, holding the gun tightly as she let it go in surprise.

She made a move quickly, hitting you across the face. You replied by swiping her legs from under her, letting her fall to the ground as you ran out the room.

You made a run to the stairs, moving to get down as fast as possible. When you did, you saw two other people standing in the living room. It was a man and a younger woman. She couldn’t have been older than 25.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you made a move to run to the front door. You could hear the woman from upstairs making her way down as well. Once you reached the door however, it opened, revealing your mom standing in the doorway holding some groceries.

She smiled at you, then frowned when she saw blood on your face.

“We have to go,” you said quickly, grabbing her hand and trying to run away. She however, didn’t move. You turned around to see her stifling a laugh.

“Were you expecting someone?” you asked her, letting go of her hand and looking at her. “I’m sorry,” she just told you, letting a laugh escape.

She grabbed your arm and dragged you into the living room, setting her bags down before pushing you onto a chair, making a move to grab the first aid kit. “Natasha, Who is that?” you heard the woman from before ask in a strong Russian accent. “I should have warned you,” she said, sitting next to you and carefully cleaning up the blood from your face.

“Yeah, you really should have,” you told, wincing slightly when she pressed the alcohol cloth onto the wound.

“I’m not too pleased you injured her though,” Natasha told the woman. “She attacked first,” the woman replied. You frowned and looked at the woman. “You held a gun to my head!” you told her. The younger woman grinned, clearly finding the situation amusing.

“Y/N, meet my family, guys, meet my daughter,” Natasha said, putting a band-aid on your forehead before cleaning up the things she used, stashing the first aid kit back into the cupboard it came from.

“How?” the younger woman simply asked, sitting down on the other side of you. “Dreykov created her using my eggs after I was sterilized. I didn’t know about her until two years ago,” Natasha explained, grabbing you a glass of water to help with the headache she knew was going to form.

You thanked her for the water and looked at the other two people standing in the room. They hadn’t made a move to sit down yet.

“Y/N, meet Melina, Alexei and Yelena,” Natasha introduced, motioning to the person she meant when she said their name. “Yelena’s my sister-” “And now an aunt too,” Yelena interrupted, also having a heavy Russian accent. She seemed ecstatic by that fact. You smiled at her and simply drank some of your water. “Are you going to stand and glare or…” you said slowly, referring to Melina and Alexei.

Slowly they sat down. The moment they did, Alexei smiled. “Welcome to the family!” he said excitedly, motioning his hands up a little.

Melina now smiled too, getting up and moving towards the fridge. “We need to celebrate,” she simply said as she opened it and reached for a bottle of vodka. She opened some cupboards until she found the one holding the glasses, and grabbed some shot glasses.

She put them on the table and filled them. There were five of them, but you decided not too say anything. Natasha would never let you drink it anyway.

Melina put a glass in front of everyone, you included.

She lifted her glass, as if to make a little toast. “Welcome to the family,” she said as she drank the vodka. Yelena and Alexei did the same, while you just looked at Natasha and smiled awkwardly.

She returned your smile, grabbing her own shot of vodka and drinking it. You didn’t touch yours. “You are not drinking?” Melina asked, stating the obvious. You smiled at her and shook your head. “I’m 16,” you told her, and Melina frowned.

“So?”

“We’re in the United States… It's illegal here. Besides, it's like three pm…” you told her, glancing at the clock. “It is always good time for a drink,” Melina simply replied, pouring herself another glass. You smiled and grabbed your water, finishing the glass. Of course you drank vodka before. You were a Russian after all, but your mother didn’t need to know that.

After Yelena swiped your glass and drank it herself, you turned to your mother. “Can I go now?” you asked, wanting to get out of the awkward family get together.

Natasha smiled and nodded. You got up from your chair and made your way upstairs, immediately jumping onto your bed and grabbing your phone, wanting to tell Wanda everything that just happened.

You talked with Wanda on the phone for a while, explaining how Melina had you at gunpoint and about how bad you felt you threw her on the ground. Wanda laughed at certain things you told her, feeling as though it was a situation you could both laugh about, and you didn’t actually feel bad about something. You two talked for a few hours, simply enjoying hearing the other talk. Then Wanda had to go, saying her dinner she ordered had arrived.

A few minutes after hanging up the phone, you heard a knock on your door. When it opened Yelena walked inside.

“So this is your room huh?” Yelena said as she looked around your room, picking up some stuff and flipping through your sketchbook. “Cool,” she said, sitting down on your desk chair. “Natasha told me to come get you because the food is here.”

“Thanks,” you told her, rolling from the middle of the bed to the side, so you could plug your phone into its charger and get up.

“I think we’ll be good friends,” Yelena said, getting up herself and exiting your room, followed by you. You smiled. This definitely wasn’t how you expected meeting Natasha’s family, had you known about them, but you couldn’t deny you were excited to get to know them better.

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olsenmyolsen · 5 months

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You're Not Alone

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Post Age of Ultron (WandaNat)

Summary: Wanda discovers a secret about The Black Widow after a mission.

Word Count: 4.5K

Content: Talks of Hydra, The Red Room, Feelings, Tramua and flashbacks.

Wanda was still learning a lot since moving to America and becoming an Avenger.

Much to the dismay of Clint Barton, she discovered how much more trashy American reality TV is compared to other countries. Choosing to watch two toxic people argue while shitfacrd was a late-night pleasure for Wanda.

She also found her niche of new sitcoms to enjoy. Ones like The Office and Parks and Rec. She tried Always Sunny, but Wanda COULD NOT get into it. That disappointed Maria Hill, who liked that one. But not as much as How I Met Your Mother.

Regardless, Malcom in the Middle was a new favorite for Wanda Maximoff.

She also found new oddities about her teammates. Like Sams love of naming his little gadgets. Steve's late-night ballroom dancing practices. Vision curiosity over his humanoid teeth and Thor's love of all things Pop-Tarts and sugary sweets before heading off-world.

Lastly, Wanda most recently discovered something about Natasha Romanoff that almost no one knew.

Natasha Romanoff had a tattoo.

Wanda couldn't believe it when she saw it. But then again, Wanda was never supposed to see it. She only happened to see it because a mission went wonky...

Since joining the team, Wanda had one goal in mind aside from the obvious for the greater good hero crap. Wanda wanted to eliminate Hydra and their bases.

Joining Hydra was a mistake. It gave her, her powers but at the cost of her young adult years. At the expense of her sanity. She lost herself and then her brother.

Now, she was slowly discovering who Wanda was. Who Wanda Maximoff wanted to be. One of the first things on that list was to take down Hydra.

So that's what led Steve, Sam, Wanda, and Natasha in route to the snowy mountains of France. It wasn't the first mission Wanda was cleared to go on. But it was the first time she was on with Natasha Romanoff.

The Black Widow.

To say Natasha intimidated the Sokovain would be an understatement. Wanda was frightened of Natasha. Even if Wanda could clearly use her powers to her advantage, she didn't want to do that anymore.

At least not to her teammates and friends.

Besides, the pair had barely spoken since the fall of Wanda's home country, but yet Natasha's red jacket still hung in Wanda's closet.

They shared the same floor and went to movie nights at the same time, but aside from a look over and a tight-lipped smile. Natasha never gave Wanda anything more.

Not even when Wanda gave everyone on the team a handwritten apology for her actions in the rise and fall of Ultron.

She never received anything back from Natasha.

And yet.

Natasha chose to sit next to Wanda on the flight to France.

Wanda smiled as the redhead looked over the younger woman. Wanda did the same as her eyes traveled over Natasha's face. She couldn't deny how beautiful the Widow was. Her green eyes and striking features were hard to look away from. But that's what benefitted Natasha when she was in the Red Room. Use any and everything to your advantage.

Natasha wasn't doing that now.

She was just being herself. She wanted to talk to Wanda.

So when she saw Wanda's eyes leave her lips and get visibly nervous, Natasha decided to speak up.

"Hi." She started. Simple enough.

"Hi." Wanda softly spoke back.

Natasha took a second before speaking.

"I want you to know that I know this isn't your first mission. But it's your first one with me since..." Wanda nodded as Natasha steadied herself. "I just want you to know that you can count on me to have your back." Wanda smiled at that. "I know you'll have mine." Natasha ended that with a reassuring nod and a look away before looking back when the witch spoke up.

"Thank you, Natasha."

"Of course."

With that, Natasha cleared her throat and started looking at her widow bites. Double-checking them. Even though they had been thoroughly looked over by the Widow herself before the team even left the compound.

Wanda didn't know what to say anyways. Everything that had just happened was shocking to her.

The most shocking part might have been when Natasha didn't leave when she got done with her gadgets; instead, she remained sat in her seat next to Wanda.

Wanda racked her brain, thinking of anything else to say, but nothing came out when she opened her mouth.

But finally, when she was about push the words "have you ever seen the Dick Van Dyke show?" through her lips, Steve called the team up to go over the mission one last time.

The mission? Infiltrate the located Hydra Base. Save prisoners, if any. Capture the goons inside and try not to kill anyone. However, if it comes to it, do what you have to.

Steve made a better speech, but you get the jist.

When the wheels touched down, the group decided to split off. Through the coms, Wanda could hear Steve and Sam finding guys left and right. But that wasn't the case for her and Natasha.

Their side of the base was empty. Cells and rooms had been cleared out, long left abandoned. Dust and dirt had gathered. Flashbacks came to the front of Wanda's mind, but she pushed down the screaming and the trauma that came with it just in time for Natasha's thoughts to be loud.

Begging for Wanda to read them.

The Black Widow tried to focus on the mission, but for the last couple of months, Natasha had been silently struggling.

After mouthing off to Capitol Hill, Natasha came to Avengers Tower under Fury's orders. She stayed and made herself useful to the cause at hand, however, before and in between Ultron happening. Natasha had thought she found solace in someone after her and Maria split. But even after Natasha begged for them to go with her. It wouldn't work.

Nothing Natasha did worked.

So when a little witch made Natasha relive her nightmares, it didn't anger Natasha. It made her feel weak and small, like she deserved it.

So all this time when, Wanda felt like Natasha wasn't making an effort or ignoring her. Wanda technically wasn't wrong. It, however, wasn't because Natasha hated Wanda she was just dealing with her own shit.

"Natasha?" Wanda whispered when she noticed that the Widow wasn't walking next to her anymore. Instead, she was severely feet back looking into a cell.

Wanda walked back and saw what Natasha was staring at. A stuffed pink bear laid face down in the middle room. Covered in dirt and dried blood.

Wanda didn't say anything. She and Natasha had lived something similar. She just forced her eyes to pull away from the bear and look at Natasha, rubbing the left side of her ribs with her right hand, mumbling something to herself before remembering where she was, and what she was supposed to be doing. She cleared her throat and looked at Wanda.

"We should get moving."

Again, Natasha's thoughts were begging to be viewed, but Wanda ignored them and followed Natasha.

"Did you find it yet?" Sams voice came over coms. "We're almost at the drives now. If there's no one to save or take, prepare to evac in five." Natasha said as she and Wanda stopped before a room storing this base's secrets.

Wanda lit up the room with her magic before deeming it safe for Natasha to flick the switch on. "Is that new?" She asked when Wanda lowered her hands. "Steve, Vision, and I have been trying to come up with inventive ways to use my powers."

Natasha nodded as she put the thumb drive into the computer in the corner of the room.

"That's right," Natasha said. "I can see you lifting him from my window." That surprised Wanda. She had no idea Natasha had been watching them after team training ended. "You're doing good." Natasha offered a genuine smile to the Sokovian, who tried her best to hide the red on her cheeks.

Natasha noticed but didn't comment on it.

Instead, she turned to look at the files loading up on the monitor. Folders and folders full of information on this Hydra bases dealings.

What test they ran. Who they tested it on. What bodies were traded for and to whom.

It was all horrible.

Natasha's eyes watched each document and picture flick by her. The progress bar at the bottom of the screen was getting closer and closer to 100% when a picture of a young blonde girl flew by.

Natasha leaned forward.

No.. It couldn't be..

Wanda saw how Natasha's whole body language changed. She saw how her green eyes changed from focused to scared. Before Wanda could comment on it. A loud bang was heard from outside the door down the hall.

Instantly, Natasha rose to her feet, gun drawn. She looked over at Wanda with raised hands. Ready to fight. Natasha nodded to Wanda and then back to the computer and whispered. "Stay here. Make sure it gets to 100% and then take it with you to the quinjet. I'll be there."

Wanda felt like she should stop Natasha. Or that they should go together, but the words never left her mouth as Natasha rounded the doorframe, disappearing from sight.

As Wanda waited, Natasha quietly stalked her way to where the noise had came from. Her breathing was slow and calculated as she kept her gun in front of her. She listened for any voices or footsteps that might give away whoever was around. But no noise was made.

Natasha turned around and was about to head back when a woman wearing a grey Hydra outfit emerged from the shadows with a gun in their hand—firing two rounds at Natasha before they took off running.

Natasha used her quick reflexes to get up onto her feet and immediately started chasing after the person who just shot at her. "I got one running west," Natasha yelled in the coms. "Heading your way, Wanda."

Wanda's head shot up at learning that piece of information, and stood up from the computer to rush out the doorway. Without thinking about Wanda used her magic to stop the Hydra agent. Immobilizing their body, sending them crashing to the floor. The gun sliding away from their hand.

Natasha stopped next to the fallen body and bent down to turn the woman's body over. Natasha saw how the woman's eyes were red. Wanda had her under. "She's scared," Wanda spoke up for the woman.

That's why she ran. Natasha thought as she looked over the woman's blonde hair and at the features on that dawned her face.

Memories came to the front of her mind as her fingers itched to touch the side of her ribs again.

Natasha shook them away and swallowed before standing back up with a groan. The sharp pain rushed through her body as the adrenaline started coming down. Natasha winced and placed her hand on her side where the pain was coming from.

"You're bleeding."

Natasha looked into Wanda's concerned green eyes and didn't move as Wanda stepped closer to her. Walking right over the now incapacitated Hydra goon. Natasha wanted to take a step back away from Wanda but froze when Wanda's soft hands placed themselves on Natasha's body. Her hands gripped Natasha's hips as she bent down to take a closer look at the wound.

"It looks like the bullet just grazed you. Did you not feel it?" Wanda looked up at Natasha, who just shrugged. "I didn't even realize."

Wanda accepted the answer because she could start to see that pushing Natasha would push her away. So, instead, Wanda nodded to herself and raised her hand to Natasha's wound.

"I've been working on something.. Do you trust me?" Wanda asked the one person whom most people could never see Natasha trusting. "Yes," Natasha said without hesitation. Wanda hid a blush at that before continuing.

She raised her hand higher and brought it closer to Natasha's bleeding side. "It won't hurt."

Natasha watched as red wisps extended themselves from Wanda's hand and landed on the marking of the bullet. Before her eyes, Natasha watched as Wanda started patching the wound as if she were stitching her body. "Oh my.. Wanda..." Natasha couldn't believe it, and yet her wound was now sown shut with a red glow around it.

Wanda looked at what she did and smiled. She was proud of herself. So when she looked up, and saw Natasha smiling back down. Wanda smiled brighter. "That's amazing," Natasha said as Wanda stood up. Her hands were still on the Widow's body. "Thank you!" Natasha looked at Wanda with newfound respect and admiration.

And before she knew it, Natasha's eyes traveled from Wanda's green eyes to her pink lips. She started scanning every inch of the Sokovain's face in a new way.

Wanda wasn't sure if what she was seeing was actually happening, so it was best not to comment on it. However, she did notice that slight fall from Natasha's lips when Wanda removed her hands from her.

"When we get back, you'll have to get it checked out. My magic won't hold it forever... At least not that I know of." Wanda chuckled at that last part, making Natasha crack a laugh for the first time in a long time.

The nice eye-darting moment between the two had to come to an end when the prisoner groaned from the floor. They were still unconscious, thanks to Wanda. But needing to be moved.

"I'll check the hard drive if you want to..." Natasha didn't need to say anymore as Wanda effortlessly lifted the prisoner with her powers. Natasha smiled at the easy use of her powers and subconsciously rubbed the side of her ribs above the area where she had been shot once again—an action Wanda had picked up on.

Perhaps it was a nervous habit of Natasha's?

Maybe a tic?

Wanda didn't know, but when she saw Natasha do it again, she sat back down in the chair in front of the monitor. The screen sitting on an image of an experiment being ran on a young kid.

The progress bar below sitting at 100%.

Wanda watched as Natasha's body tensed, followed by her thoughts becoming louder and louder.

The flight went by quicker than Wanda thought it would.

She wanted to sit and talk with Natasha but couldn't when Natasha landed herself in the pilot seat. Wanda was sure she wouldn't have been if the Widow told the team about her getting shot, but Natasha didn't.

Instead, when Wanda and Natasha arrived with the unconscious Hydra goon, Steve and Sam had no idea that Natasha was in a fight. Something about the coms failing right after the download started. Steve asked Natasha if she was fine, and Wanda watched her teammate lie and put on a brave face.

So Natasha flew the team back.

When they landed, Sam went to start a report on the mission while Wanda went with Steve to take the prisoner to holding. Natasha went to the medical unit to get her wound looked over.

At least, that's what Wanda thought.

To no surprise but Wandas, Natasha headed straight to her room. She locked the door and went to her bathroom. She opened a cabinet and pulled out her own med kit. She rested it on the counter as her nerves began to calm down. The pain worked its way through her soft and battered body as her suit was slowly peeled off, hitting the floor.

There, Natasha stood in her private bathroom, scanning over her semi-naked body. What's been done to it by others. What's been done is by her own hands. Scars and wounds healed but still leave a mark.

She brings her fingers up over her newest wound and lets the bit of undried blood drip onto her middle finger before she rubs it into her skin.

The red staining her.

Natasha brings her face up from her fingers to look back at the mirror. Natasha realizes just how close the bullet was. Had it been appropriately aimed and higher, it would've gone right through the middle of Natasha's first and only tattoo.

On the side of Natasha's ribs were two incredibly detailed fireflies. One was slightly bigger than the other.

"Look, forest stars!"

"Yeah! You know what? Those are actually part of the Lampyridae family. And the glow that you see, that comes from a chemical reaction called... bioluminescence... Come on time for dinner!"

"I want Mac and Cheese."

"Natasha..?"

Natasha, startled, jumped back and away from the shut bathroom door. Covering herself before, she immediately closed her eyes and got upset at her actions once she realized it was Wanda on the other side.

Had she not heard the witch enter her room?

"I was calling your name over and over, but you didn't hear me." The witch answered. "I came to check on you. I went to the medical wing and... and you never made it. So I knocked on your door before letting... myself.. in..." Wanda tried to laugh to cover the light criminal work she had done. Even then, she opened and closed her mouth, but before Natasha could do anything, Wanda asked: "Are you okay? Do you need help?"

Natasha stood with her bodysuit held in her right hand. A part of her was yelling at her to put it on and send Wanda away. Fix yourself up alone and get back to training. But there was the other half. The one who was exhausted and hurt. The one who needed help.

That voice won out.

"Wa-Wanda..." Natasha's voice was cracked before she cleared it. "Yes?" Wanda answered with a voice of surprise and concern. But then Natasha didn't speak. Instead, there was a click of the door as Natasha removed her hand from the lock. "Come in.." She quietly called out to the Sokovian, who now wore a set of grey sweats, gingerly placed her hand on the knob before turning it slowly, opening the door.

"Natasha..." Wanda hitched her breath as her eyes became focused on the woman standing before her. Only wearing a black sports bra and black shorts. Riddled with scars and bruising. A bullet wound below a black and white marking that Natashas was hiding with her hand.

Wanda took her gaze off Natasha's body and found her eyes. Taking a step forward, Natasha didn't look away from the younger woman. She didn't move. She kept her grip on her suit and waited. "Natasha?" Wanda spoke.

"Hmm?"

Wanda looked away from the Widow and picked up the Avengers-level first-aid kit. "Take a seat.." She gestured over to the edge of the counter. Natasha looked at the spot before nodding.

Cautious, she dropped the suit from her grip but kept her hand covering the tattoo.

Wanda caught onto it and wasn't sure what Natasha could possibly be hiding; after all, SHEILDS secrets had been public knowledge for the last year and a half. But Wanda wasn't going to bug her about. Right now, she just wanted to care for her teammate and friend.

So, as Wanda got closer to Natasha, Natasha sat straight up and lifted her arm up to give Wanda enough space to work. Wanda sent the older woman a flat smile and bent down slightly before starting to clean the grazed area of the bullet.

Natasha did her best not to wince or show much emotion as Wanda cleaned her up and tossed the bloodied pieces of tissues to the side. Wanda knew Natasha wouldn't, but still, she was in such close proximity to THE BLACK WIDOW, and yet she could tell something was wrong. "Natasha?" Wanda finally said when she went to stitch her up without using her powers.

"Yes?" Natasha brought her eyes to Wanda as her loud thoughts of a young blonde child slowed. "Are you okay?" Wanda asked the question that had been begging to be asked.

Natasha wasn't sure what it was, but she easily could've lied to Wanda. She could've nodded, put on a brave face, and shut down any remaining questions, but when the green eyes of the Sokovian looked up at her, she broke. She closed her eyes and squeezed them tight as tears threatened to spill.

Wanda quickly put down the medicinal supplies in her hand and placed her hands on the shoulders of the redhead before they moved down to Natasha's side. Her hand sitting inches above the still-covered tattoo. "Tas-Natasha?"

Natasha shook her head and used her one free hand to wipe at her face. A tear slipped past her mouth as she opened to speak. "I'm tired." She spoke through her rough throat. Wanda nodded. She knew. "So tired."

Wanda rubbed her hands up and down Natasha's side. It seemed like it was still a safe thing to do, considering Natasha hadn't stopped her, and they were both enjoying the touch of each other on their skin.

Wanda was going to let the silence linger. She didn't know what to say to help Natasha that the Widow didn't know, and she was focusing really hard not to read her thoughts. But luckily for Wanda, Natasha very quietly looked up and said: "I miss her."

Wanda saw the soft sadness in the eyes of her friend and felt hurt. She didn't like seeing Natasha like this. It didn't feel right, and someone this pretty should never be sad.

"Who?" Wanda asked, genuinely curious.

"Yelena. My sister."

Natasha saw the confused look on the witches face, but instead of elaborating, Natasha leaned closer to Wanda and lifted her hand off of her tattoo. "Here." She placed her hands on top of Wanda. Moving one just in front of her forehead and the other hand, she moved down the side of her body.

The feeling of their fingers resting on top of one another sent a warmth wave throughout each woman as Natasha finally placed Wanda's hand on the tattoo.

"I got this a year after my deflection to SHIELD."

Wanda rubbed her thumb over the larger firefly before tracing her fingers over the delicate linework. The action making Natasha smile. "Do you know where she is?" Wanda gingerly asked when she took her eyes off the piece of art.

"No."

"Do you wish you did?"

Natasha didn't waste another thought on a lie. She answered truthfully while looking into Wanda's eyes.

"Yes."

Wanda's eyes stayed on Natashas before dropping to her lips and back up. "Can.. I..?" Wanda asked, awaiting consent before earning a nod. With that, Wanda lowered her hand and began looking into Natasba's mind. Looking at what Natasha wanted her to see.

A young blonde child and a girl with dyed blue hair. The two are playing in a backyard near a swing set. The younger girl is laughing and having fun before she falls over.

"Yelena," Natasha repeated her name. "My sister." Wanda smiles at the memory and then raises her hand up and leaves Natasha's mind. "Before she was taken. She didn't know..." When she opens her eyes, Natasha is looking at her. "Thank you for showing me that." Wanda once again looks down at Natasha's watery smile—her lips.

Natasha nods and notices the look on Wanda's face. "Wanda.." Natasha starts as her hands move to Wanda's waist, tugging her closer to her sitting on the bathroom counter.

"We shouldn't..." Wanda already knows what the older woman is thinking, but Natasha wants this. She needs this. It's been a while since she's felt the care from someone else. The touch of another. She also has shared something with Wanda that no one else knows.

So, as she pulls Wanda closer, Wanda knows that they shouldn't, but she can't say no. The words fail to get past her throat. She wants to feel the lips of the other on her... So she leans into Natasha, and the moment between them is soft. Slow and careful. But the sparks fly.

Something happens.

Natasha's hand moves around to Wanda's lower back, pulling her closer, causing Wanda to fall more into her without a fight as their lips collide again and again.

A whimper makes Natasha smile as she bites and pulls the witches bottom lip between her teeth. "You sound so good for me," Natasha whispers, earning another moan. "Natasha..." Wanda tries to speak again but fails when Natasha's right hand begins pulling at Wanda's grey sweatpants. "Shhh.. It's okay.. I want this.." Natasha reassures Wanda to only earn a shake of the head. The younger woman is doing her best to tell Natasha that she's...

"Tasha.." Wanda moans when Natasha's hand brushes past her bare pussy. "Come on. Tell me you want this, Wanda..." Wanda gasps and moans when a finger touches her clit. "Tasha, please..." Natasha smirks and kisses the lips of the scarlet woman with passion.

"Please, what baby..." Wanda loves the kisses being planted by Natasha, but she has never done anything past this moment with someone. She's feeling lost, and the feeling of passion is morphing into nervousness. And she doesn't want to do this with Natasha when she knows and can feel the thoughts coming from Natasha.

Natasha is looking for an escape.

Wanda moans again in pleasure. "Please stop." She says, surprising Natasha. Immediately, Natasha pulls her hands out of Wanda's sweatpants, placing them on her sides taking her lips off of the Sokovian. Looking into her eyes with concern. "What- what's wrong?" Wanda bites her bottom lip before returning them to Natashas, still keeping her confused. "Wanda?" Natasha looks at her friend with soft eyes.

"I've never..." Wanda says, making Natasha feel guilty for pushing her. "Oh Wanda..." Natasha starts, but Wanda stops her again with a kiss, moving their bodies closer together. "Stop. I want to, but..." Wanda bites her lips again. "I don't want to be used." She takes a careful breath before saying: "You and I both know what that's like."

Natasha doesn't realize a tear has fallen from her face until Wanda drags a finger up her cheek. Wiping it away with tenderness. "I'm so-" "Don't." Wanda cups Natasha's chin. "It's okay." Natasha wants to yell at her that it's not, but all she does is collapse as Wanda runs her hand over the tattoo of a distant memory.

Wanda doesn't speak about what almost happened between them. Instead, she leaves Natasha on the bathroom counter as she brings her some clothes to rest in later tonight. She finishes wrapping the wound around Natasha before leading her out to her bed.

Both women are tired but don't let go of one another hand. Wanda smiles when Natasha asks her to stay.

They don't talk about what is new between them. But the two feel closer as Wanda keeps her hand on the tattoo, and with permission, she is allowed to relive the happiest memories from Natasha's childhood. A majority of them involving Yelena. Natasha thanked her as she laid in the Sokovian's arms.

In return, Wanda made her remember that she's not alone.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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captaindanvers89 · 5 months

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Why Carol and Yelena would be best friends after Yelena expresses her displeasure about Kate joining the Avengers…

1. Yelena loves her alcohol especially vodka and Carol cannot get drunk.

2. They were both held captive and brainwashed

3. They both lost someone close to them

4. They would do anything to protect those they love.

Imagine a possible convo between them:

Yelena: I do not like Kate Bishop with the baby Avengers. She jumped off a building again and without a proper safety harness. At least when I threw off her the building, she was attached to one.

Carol: at least she had a harness on, Kamala didn’t. This has to be karma because Maria said I gave her a lot of grief for something like this before the accident

Yelena: Well, at least you have powers to punch your way through a spaceship now. I once jammed a bo staff into a helicopter engine and when it exploded, it launched me from the floating platform to the ground but luckily, Natasha managed to save me

Carol: …

Yelena: Yeah, this is karma

#carol danvers #kate x yelena #kate bishop #young avengers #kamala khan #ms marvel #yelena belova #black widow #natasha romanoff #maria rambeau #captain marvel #marvel mcu #the marvels #mcu #marvel cinematic universe

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kassies-take · 2 years

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If You Had To Pick

A/n: Age 5

Yelena: I think I’m their favorite

Peter: but that isn’t fair you’re their aunt and godmother

Yelena: I can’t help it I’m just the best

Kate: I actually think their favorite is me

Wanda: I don’t believe that their favorite would be any of you

Natasha, Bucky, and You: *enters room*

Natasha: *carrying you*

Peter: (Y/n) if mommy and daddy had to go on a mission tonight who would you stay with?

You: is mommy and daddy leaving? *looks at Natasha and Bucky*

Bucky: we’re not doll *kisses you head*

You: uncle Steve

Yelena and Kate: *groans*

Wanda: *giggles*

Peter: okay how about anyone here?

Natasha: *puts you down*

You: Lena! *runs to Yelena*

Yelena: I told you! *snuggles with you*

Bucky and Natasha: *heads to the kitchen to prepare snacks and meals*

Peter: if they weren’t related to you?

You: *grabs crayons and draws* Wanda

Wanda: yeah! *high fives you* We do all sorts of fun stuff like baking, cuddling, and coloring *moves a red crayon to you*

Peter: if you had to pick someone younger

You: Kate Bishop is funny

Yelena: she is isn’t she

Kate: HA

Peter: how how how come you don’t want me to watch you *crosses arms*

You: because Morgan would pick you first

Natasha and Bucky: *comes back with fruits, Turkey Roll Ups, and Carton Juices*

Natasha: Snack time

Yelena: Natasha we’re not babies!

Bucky: *asking you* do you want apple juice, cherry, grape, lemonade, or strawberry

Yelena: strawberry please!

Natasha: *smirks* you were saying?

Yelena: shut up

Kate and Peter: lemonade please!

Wanda: I’m good with my water

You: ummm grape no apple juice please

Bucky: *hands out juice*

Natasha: *puts the snacks down on the coffee table*

Bucky: *picks you up, sits down and puts you in his lap*

Everyone: *eating snacks and talking*

Yelena: *evil smirk* (Y/n)

You: yes

Natasha: whatever you’re doing don’t *glares*

Kate, Peter, and Wanda: but we want to know

Bucky: *siding with the “kids”* they want to know

Natasha: James! Don’t encourage her

Yelena: (Y/n) who do you love more mommy or daddy?

Kate, Peter, and Wanda: oooh

Natasha: *glares at Bucky* you had to encourage her

You: both

Bucky: is that so!

Yelena: imagine a piano is gonna fall on one of them. Which one do you want a piano to fall on

Kate, Peter, Wanda: *laughs*

Bucky: *bounces you on his leg* you gotta pick one

Yelena: you gotta pick one

Natasha: it’s mom or dad

You: Eh... dad

Bucky: *shocked*

Natasha: *laughs*

Yelena, Kate, Peter, Wanda: *dying of laughter*

Bucky: Wha- Why do you want the piano to fall on dad?

Natasha: *takes you into her arms*

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quietlyimplode · 7 months

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the language of flowers and silent things

Whumptober 2023: Day 9 - Polaroid

Warnings: alluded to child abuse and child neglect but nothing explicit.

Word Count: 1.2k (gif not mine)

Summary: Natasha holds hope for Christmas.

A/N: I wish I had the time to actually think this fic through but it just is what is it coming through. No beta, and a minimal read through. Mistakes are my own; I know.

Masterlist

Whumptober Masterlist

1994

OHIO

Christmas season seems to put them all on edge.

Alexei leaves and Melina growls at them at clean. It’s nothing new and Natasha doesn’t mind the monotony of cleaning the house.

From where she’s come from, cleaning is almost a luxury to the hits and bruises of hard labour to get her small muscles strong.

Melina even allows music as they do so.

Yelena fiddles with the radio and she gets up and does a dance whilst Natasha cleans around her.

Christmas music plays and Natasha doesn’t quite understand the sentiments behind it.

Melina is tolerant until she isn’t and it’s the variability that sets Natasha on edge.

The week before Christmas, Natasha hears Yelena asks about Santa.

Natasha knows there’s no such thing.

How could there be a magical man in the sky that delivers presents, or answer wishes.

She hears Melinda talk about it, and anger curls low at Yelena’s hope and optimism.

“We get presents?” Yelena asks.

Natasha rolls over.

She doesn’t hear the response.

There’s no way that Melina would get them gifts. Alexei wouldn’t allow it either.

Natasha dreams of a man coming into her room, but this time he leaves gifts of flowers and food.

Candy mostly, but fruit too, it drags her deeper into sleep and for the first time in a long time she sleeps soundly.

Boxes sit under a Christmas tree. Natasha eyes them suspiciously at first.

There’s lights set up around it. Not Christmas lights but large stage lights.

Yelena shakes boxes, and Melina tells her not to touch them.

It fills Natasha with hope.

Maybe in the boxes there is toys, maybe there’s some pencils to draw with, candy? maybe a book?

She eyes the boxes carefully, not really believing that’s the case but wanting to believe it with all her heart.

As Christmas crawls closer, her hope grows.

Melina leaves for a couple of days to meet with Alexei and leaves Natasha in charge of Yelena.

It’s peaceful and fun.

They dance and sing and watch the television.

Natasha teaches Yelena some Russian and they have ice cream for dinner.

They sleep in the same bed and Natasha reads to her the books that they have.

Yelena begs her to open the boxes.

It’s the only rule Natasha has.

She desperately wants to, but she wants to preserve the magic of Christmas Day.

Two days pass before Melina returns.

Yelena runs to hug her and Natasha holds back, jealous of her easy trust.

The night before Christmas, Melina makes them dress up.

It sets Natasha on edge.

The last time she had to dress up and stand in front of people, bad things happened.

They’re made to stand in front of the tree and pose, whilst Melina takes pictures.

Natasha flinches every time the flash goes off.

Melina berates her to stay still.

She tries to smile as ordered, but it feels like dread.

“Can we open the presents tomorrow?” Natasha asks, on a whim.

Melina shrugs.

“You can open them now, there’s nothing in them.”

In that moment, Natasha feels her heart break.

She had hope.

She thought….

She doesn’t know what she thought, maybe that someone cared enough about her that they would get her a gift.

Maybe that she was good enough to get one like all the tales of Santa.

She feels tears on her face as the disappointment floods her body.

Santa would never come here.

She is not good.

Backing away, she flees to the bedroom, hides under the bed and sobs quietly to herself.

Yelena finds her still under her bed on Christmas Day; a box in her hands.

She holds out her tiny hand and helps Natasha out, her body stuff and sore from being curled up all night.

“It wasn’t real,” Natasha whispers to her, gesturing to the box.

“There’s nothing inside.”

Yelena shakes her head.

“I know, this is from me,” she presents the box to Natasha.

Natasha’s heart skips and she takes the box from her sister.

“Aren’t you disappointed?” she asks, “aren’t you sad?”

Yelena looks up at her legs crossed and shakes her head.

“Santa didn’t come for us,” she sighs, looking to the sky “maybe it’s because we were bad like Alexei tells us we are; or maybe it because he didn’t know we were here. Maybe he thinks we are still in Russia and there’s presents waiting for us there.”

Natasha’s heart sinks further.

There is nothing good in Russia, despite what Melina and Alexei tell Yelena.

“This is for you,” Yelena taps the box.

“I wanted you to have it.”

Natasha opens it.

The picture of them together, side by side faces smiling. The row of four taken when Melina had taken the others to send back to Russia.

“Please don’t show her,” Yelena looks nervous. “I saw that you liked them and I took them for you.”

On a whim, Natasha hugs Yelena, a deep crushing hug that she tries to convey how much the pictures mean.

She hides her tears in her hair and then brings her forehead to Yelena’s. She doesn’t know why, just that it feels right.

“I… I got something for you too,” Natasha whispers, hastily wiping her eyes.

If they see her crying, she knows they’ll make her run laps.

She feels Yelena won’t tell on her.

Taking the little present wrapped in newspaper, from underneath her pillow, she presents it to Yelena.

She swallows hard, wondering if Yelena will understand or if she’s too young.

Yelena opens it carefully, the tiny blue ribbon peaks out and she touches it carefully.

“My mother left it for me,” Natasha whispers.

“It’s the only thing I have of her, and I want you to have it.”

Yelena must understand, because immediately she passes it back.

“I can’t have this,” she says.

Natasha take a breath.

“There was a wet nurse; in the Red Room, she was mean and kind and told me that my mother wanted me and couldn’t keep me. I don’t know if it was the truth. She showed me the things my mother sent with me, it was this and a picture.”

Natasha lifts her bed and pulls out a book, inside the book is the picture.

She shows Yelena.

“This is my mother.”

Yelena takes the picture carefully.

“She’s so pretty.”

Natasha nods.

“The nurse. She said I couldn’t have the the things my mother left me, but showed me where she kept it. Before… before I came here, I took them. I wanted them to be with me, wherever I was. I thought… maybe it was all she had to give. I want them with me.”

Natasha takes back the picture and tucks it carefully into the book, then takes the one that Yelena gave her and places them together.

“I want you to have it, because it’s a part of me.”

Yelena nods but doesn’t really understand.

What she does understand is the sentiment that Natasha is trying to convey, and she feels the pull towards her sister.

“Put it in my hair?”

Natasha smiles and nods.

“Okay.”

Gently she braids her hair, tying the ribbon in so it sits firmly in Yelena’s hair, they hear Melina calling and Natasha touches her arm.

“She can’t know,” Natasha says urgently, “just like the pictures.”

Yelena sees the seriousness and nods.

“I promise,” she nods, and holds out a pinky finger.

Natasha takes it in her own and nods too.

Bringing her in for another hug, she feels Yelena’s little hands pull her close.

“Thank you,” she whispers, and kisses the top of her head.

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