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Masterlist
Angst*
Fulff^
Natasha Romanoff:
A Peaceful Death*
Pt 2 A Chance Encounter
Pt 3 An Unexpected Change
Pt 4 A Pitiful End (coming soon)
We’d Never Have Sex^
Just Say It
Into the Widow’s Nest*
Wanda Maximoff:
They Get That From You*
Ajak:
In Humanity’s Image*
Kara Danvers:
Dishonored*^
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Into the Widow’s Nest // N.R
Warning(s): minor sexual themes, cursing, angst
The morning sun filtered through your curtains, and you stifled your yawn in an attempt to not wake the other person who joined you in your bed. You rubbed your eye as you sat up, only to be met with a soft moan as the arms around your waist tightened.
You reached down to brush your fingers through your girlfriend’s hair as she nuzzled her face into your waist.
“Stay.” Natasha mumbled quietly, and you smiled at the warm feeling that surrounded both of you.
With a soft laugh, as your fingers continued to thread through her red hair you responded. “I deal with you disappearing for months on end, I think you can deal for a day without me.”
Finally releasing you, she rolled onto her back dramatically. Huffing, she said, “I can already feel myself going through withdrawal.”
“Some super spy you are.” You responded, noticing the playful glare she sent your way at your words. Pulling on your coat, you leaned across the bed to plant one final kiss upon her lips before your departure.
“Enjoy your day off, my love.” You whispered, and she smiled at your words.
“Have fun kissing ass.” She said, and you let out a laugh as you slapped her arm.
You worked as a diplomat, and as a result of your well known relationship with the Black Widow, a public relations expert for the Avengers to foreign nations. Natasha never failed to tease you about it.
Deciding you had time to humor your girlfriend a little longer, you circled the bed to grasp her wrists and place them above her head. Leaning in once again to hover over her, you could see the mischievous glint behind her eyes.
“I do it to keep the United Nations off your ass.” You said.
“They love to be on my ass.”
“Exactly.” You laughed, before pressing a soft kiss upon her cheek, then traveling down her neck. “You’re lucky I’m the jealous type, or I wouldn’t risk my career to fend them off so much.”
“How about you stay home, and I show you just how appreciative I am?” She asked. You released her hands, and Natasha used this opportunity to run them along your sides before reaching down to unbutton your coat. She captured your lips in a heated kiss, and before it had grown too intense, you pulled away.
You kicked your shoes off, before kneeling upon the bed to straddle her hips. You then captured her in a kiss much more intense than the one you had previously shared, causing her to arch her back in an attempt to gain more friction between you.
Pulling away again, you were breathless as you stared down at Natasha. She hadn’t faired much better against the effect you had on her, if her kiss swollen lips and red face were any indication.
You gripped her jaw between your fingers to turn her face, allowing yourself space to lay kisses upon her throat. Reaching that sweet spot upon her neck, you placed a kiss against it and didn’t fail to notice her begin to writhe beneath you.
“I could be a little late for work.” You hummed against her neck, and she sighed at the feeling. “I’ll just tell them it was a matter of national security that needed my immediate attention.”
Her hand began to make quick work of the buttons on your shirt, and relished at the feeling of your skin against her own. She was just about to strip you of your bra, until you were both interrupted by Natasha’s phone ringing.
You froze to stare at it, as if you could will the phone to stop ringing with your mind alone. Then you spoke up, “I swear, if that’s Fury calling you into work before I even get to-”
Natasha interrupted you by answering the call, and you glared at her from your position above her. She reached out a hand to caress her thumb against your exposed hip absentmindedly. “Yes, Director? I’m currently in the middle of something.”
“Tell your girlfriend to get off of you, then.” Fury’s voice spoke through the phone. “You two can fuck like bunnies after you complete your next mission.”
You huffed after overhearing bits of his statement, and Natasha was disappointed to watch as you began to button your shirt once again. Stepping off the bed, you leaned over to place a chaste kiss upon her lips.
“I’ll see you later. I love you.” You whispered just for her to hear, and she smiled.
“I love you too.” She said, sitting up in the bed to watch as you left the apartment. After hearing the door lock behind you, she decided to continue the conversation with the director.
“You know there are other Avengers who are able to complete missions? You don’t have to keep sending me.” Natasha told him.
“The Red Room is still operational.” He said, and he hummed at the sound of her almost inaudible gasp. “Knew that was going to change your tune.”
“That’s impossible.” She said quickly. “I killed Dreykov, there’s no way.”
Natasha remembered the mission in Budapest, it wasn’t hard to forget.
She met you there, after she and Clint had taken refuge at the embassy to await extraction. You came to them with charming smiles that enticed the foreign diplomats, and a warm demeanor. But you seemed exhausted, and below your facade lay a burnt out woman.
“This is the last time I’ll stick my neck out for you.” You had told Clint as you both marched down the pristine hallways with Natasha on your heels. “It’s hard to explain away a massive explosion in the center of the city.”
Clint patted your tense shoulder with a laugh, and you sighed. “Come on, we bring an excitement to this job that you’ve never had before!”
“I like when my job is unexciting.” You said with a dry laugh, and a shake of your head. “Usually, that means the world isn’t teetering on impending doom.”
Natasha finally made her presence known behind you, causing you both to stop and turn toward her.
“Your knuckles are raw, and your nail beds are tore.” Natasha observed, causing you to glance between her and Clint. “Why?”
“Recovering the bodies you left behind.” You said, your tone much more tense than before. “Cant just leave an obvious strike against a Russian dignitary that reeks of American influence out in the open.”
“He’s dead?” She asked, gripping your arm harshly to prevent you from continuing down the hallway. You turned quickly with a harsh glare upon your brow, and you slapped her hand away.
“Yes.” You answered, your voice even more tense then your posture. “I saw his corpse with my own eyes.”
Natasha watched as your back disappeared down the hallway, and Clint cleared his throat in an attempt to diffuse the tension surrounding his companion.
“Maybe keep in her good graces?” Clint said, tapping his shoulder against her own. “She’s saved my ass more than I could count, so she’s a good ally. Give her a chance.”
Apparently, Natasha had taken giving you a chance a bit too far, considering you both shared an apartment now and woke up in the same bed almost every morning. Clint was floored when Natasha shared the news, but was rather happy for the occasion.
She sighed once she pressed your contact, preparing herself to break the news to you. Natasha always hated telling you about her missions, not that you took it hard, but the disappointment in your voice always felt like it was tearing at her heartstrings.
“Hey Nat, what’s up?” You answered in a rather chipper tone, obviously still driving to work.
“I’m going to be headed out on a mission.” She said simply, and she heard you sigh. “It should only be a few weeks, well, at least I hope it is.”
“Yeah.. I wasn’t too confident you’d be home later after Fury’s call.” You said. “It sounded urgent.”
“It is.”
“Anything I need to be prepared for?”
“No..” Natasha trailed off, and you hummed in an obvious indication that you hadn’t believed her. You then wished each other goodbye before ending the call.
—
Natasha wasn’t particularly happy to find herself within the Red Room once again, but none of the widows had made any move to stop her as she snuck through the hallways. If they had spotted her, they simply stared at her like scared animals rather than deadly assassins. It caused an uncertain feeling to begin cooling around her stomach.
She tracked the hallways to Dreykov’s office, and her feeling of unease only continued to grow due to the lack of resistance she had been met with.
Entering the office, she trained her gun upon Dreykov the moment he had came within her eyesight. It caused him to sigh at the sight of her, but raised his hands in a mock surrender.
“Natalia.” He greeted as he stood, then motioned to the chair at the front of the desk. “Just the person I was looking for.”
Natasha scoffed at his words, but lowered her pistol once she noticed the man was unguarded, and unarmed. She did not take the seat he offered.“What’s this all about?”
“A favor.” Dreykov said, and held up an authoritative hand to prevent Natasha from interrupting. “I need someone killed.”
“Why not send a widow to do that for you?” Natasha quipped, and she could watch as a vein steadily began to bulge upon his forehead in anger.
“The widows no longer listen to me.” He answered as if such information was common knowledge, and she was silly for asking such a thing. She looked at him with confusion crossing her brow, but he continued. “There’s a new director. I’m simply a figurehead to take blame if the Red Room were to ever fall.”
Natasha stared at him with skepticism. She wasn’t exactly convinced Dreykov had been pulled from his position within the Red Room, and everything about this proposition seemed suspicious.
“I know this seems questionable.” He said, almost as if he could hear Natasha’s thoughts. “But, if you complete this for me, I will release Yelena Belova from the widow program.”
Natasha seemed to battle within herself for a moment, trying to decide if what she was going to accept was worth it. She could simply put a bullet into Dreykov, and break her sister out now. But that also meant risking, if Dreykov is speaking the truth, forcing the acting director into hiding.
“I’ll do it.” She finally muttered, and he seemed to excite at her words.
“It’s my oldest daughter.” Dreykov said, seemingly answer the question at the top of Natasha’s tongue. He was working at pulling various drawers within the desk open, and unlocking secret locks but he continued to explain. “After the explosion took Antonia’s life, something had broken within her. Her entire life’s purpose was to protect her younger sister, and she had failed.”
Natasha cringed at the mention of Dreykov’s younger daughter, and her mind had managed to memorize almost every feature of her face in those last moments before she instructed Clint to light the fuse. Sometimes that memory was triggered by everyday experiences, but she never realized what it was exactly stemming from.
“She manipulated the committee of foreign dignitaries that sponsor the Red Room into believing that I was no longer a proper fit for the job.” He said. “They instated her as director without question.”
“That’s great, and all, but I’ve never even met your oldest-” Natasha began, but was interrupted by Dreykov once again.
“Why don’t you see for yourself, Natalia?” He asked, motioning to the large glass panel behind her.
She had begun to grow annoyed at the interaction, but humored the man by turning toward where he had indicated. When she had seen the target Dreykov had been referring to, she felt as if her lungs had been squeezed of all their air.
Upon the large glass screen was a video of you, with Natasha in your shared apartment. You were both slow dancing in the kitchen, and Natasha remembered she accidentally burnt the dinner because she had been so lost in you.
Now she realized that maybe you had never gotten lost within your love for her, unlike what she had for you. You had simply clung to Natasha for the desperate need to keep her on a short leash, otherwise she might discover your true identity.
You were Dreykov’s daughter.
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Just Say It // N.R
Warning(s): cursing, brief mentions of blood & gore, angst w/ a happy ending, long post
You were an anomaly to the team, mostly when it pertained to your abilities and their usage.
When working, rarely was it around the rest of the group. Rather, you’d be sent in after missions for reasons undisclosed to them, or sent alone altogether. If you were along with the team for a mission, it was hard to even entice you to speak.
The team wasn’t complaining about your presence tho, they were rather relieved you’d been around most of the time. Your proficiency in hand to hand combat rivaled that of Natasha’s, so you weren’t a hinderance to their mission, wether with them or away.
But another issue that cloaked you in mystery, was the fact you didn’t live at the compound like the rest of them, and rarely showed to any functions, events, or parties. Tony always extended an olive branch, yet you always denied him with a soft shake of your head.
Somehow, throughout your silent treatment, you got along well with two members of the team in particular.
Wanda was one of them, if outwardly appearance showed correctly. Anytime you were around, whether it be pre-mission planning or taking up space in the common room, you had always had an affliction to Wanda.
You’d sit down next to her with the warm smile you seemed to always bare, and she’d go on to tell you her activities that had transpired the past week. Sometimes she’d discuss her interests, and tried to prod at your own, but you only brushed her off with a wave of your hand.
Next was Natasha, although you were not as friendly to her as much as you were with Wanda. You’d always spar with her, and somehow give her a worthy opponent every time. With your soft smile, and kind eyes, you always lifted her off the mat after putting her on her ass.
And when you both weren’t sparring, you’d sit across the couch from her as she rewatched some spy movie for the millionth time. You never spoke up, and you never ruined the silence that always seemed to befall you both. In the beginning, Natasha felt uncomfortable about your silent presence, but now it had grown to be a constant. The movies never felt the same without you.
It made her wonder what Clint found so terrifying about you.
Clint always paled in your presence, and outright refused missions when you were involved. He’d go so far as to make his exit known whenever you arrived in the same room, and you looked almost sad to see him leave every time.
Natasha asked about it one night, turning the volume down on the TV in hopes that, maybe, you’d speak to her this one time. But you only shook your head, and the apologetic smile upon your face didn’t meet your eyes. You looked sad, and Natasha swore she watched tears well up in your eyes. She felt bad for even asking.
You had been scarce around the compound after that, much more than you were before. You did not linger after missions, and you no longer trained with the team. You’d give them a smile that never reached your eyes, then made your leave every time you had come into contact with them.
The next time Natasha had been around you was relieving, but questionable, considering the rather classified mission Fury had conscripted you both to do.
You both sat in the briefing room, minus the rest of the team, as Director Fury discussed your next mission. It was a recovery mission of a rather dangerous asset, and Fury was adamant on the retrieval of said asset be as easy as possible.
Quirking a brow in Natasha’s direction, Fury seemed to pick up on the question that hid within your gaze.
“She’s only a precautionary measure to ensure the safety of yourself, and the asset.” He said, and you were quick to push yourself from your chair. The stony glare on your face showed that you were not happy with this idea, and Natasha felt offended at the change in your demeanor.
“I know you work alone.” Fury said, not daunted by your uncharacteristic outburst. “But I assure you, she’s there if anything goes south. If the asset steps out of line in anyway, she will prioritize your safety over anything else.”
Fury seemed to turn to Natasha in a silent plea for support, but you were having none of it.
I do not need a guard dog. You signed aggressively, and Natasha was almost shocked to see you communicate with anyone so openly. You’d never signed to the team, and hadn’t even shown any indication that you even knew how.
Another issue came with the fact Natasha had no idea what you were signing to Fury. She had a basic knowledge of sign from what Clint had taught her, but nothing as advanced as you were using.
She almost felt left out of this squabble between you, and the Director.
“She will wear ear plugs throughout the duration of the mission.” Fury said, rubbing his temples to show his growing frustration. “Does that make you happy?”
You aggressively pushed the chair you had been occupying under the table, before slamming the door of the briefing room as you walked out.
“Is she that upset that I’m joining her on the mission?” Natasha spoke up a few moments after they had both been staring at the door in silence.
Fury sighed.
“If she was that upset about you joining her, she would’ve said it.” He said, before pointing toward the door. “Now go get your shit ready for the mission, you’re leaving now.”
—
The entire ride to the extraction point of the asset was silent, and you barely even acknowledged Natasha’s presence besides a few glances from the corner of your eye.
You were obviously upset from the way you kept sighing every time you looked at her, or the hunched way you sat in the copilot seat on the quinjet.
Natasha desperately wanted to discuss what happened in the briefing room, but the ear plugs within her ears caused every sound around her to be silent. Not even the quinjet could be heard, and it was almost unnerving.
She knew better than to question Fury on a precaution like ear protection, but it still left her with questions. What was so worth losing one of her greatest senses for? Why did you not have to wear them?
Finally, the jet landed in an open lot with various warehouses lining the perimeter.
Seemingly knowing the exact one the asset was within, you waved Natasha in the direction you had began walking toward. She followed at a slower pace, allowing herself to gain situational awareness with her vision, rather than relying on her hearing, or lack thereof.
Approaching the warehouse, Natasha noticed blood covering almost the entirety of the concrete floor and littered with corpses. She recognized the uniforms upon the mutilated bodies, and realized they were belonging to SHEILD agents.
Her hand moved to the gun holstered upon her thigh, but you caught her wrist to stop her. You shook your head, before trudging deeper in the darkness of the warehouse.
As both your eyes adjusted to the lack of light, there was a girl standing alone among the bodies. Like a grotesque centerpiece to the carnage.
The girl noticed your presence but before she could advance on your position, you opened your mouth to speak, causing the girl to stop in her tracks.
Natasha could not hear a single word coming from your mouth, and couldn’t exactly read your lips from standing next to you, but she knew you were speaking. It was daunting to see such a thing, and it seemed so out of character.
What the hell was going on?
You approached the girl, and when Natasha moved to follow, your jutted out your palm as an indication for her to stay behind. She felt uneasy about it, but listened to your instruction.
You continued to speak to the girl as you approached, if your jaw moving was any indication as Natasha was forced to stare at your back.
Minutes ticked by that felt like hours as your approached the mutant girl, and once you were within arms reach of her, the girl seemed to collapse into your arms. You hoisted up her unconscious form easily, and began to make your way back to the jet.
Even as Natasha piloted the quinjet back to the compound, the uneasy feeling had yet to leave her gut.
—
Upon returning, the recovered mutant asset was met with armored SHEILD agents anticipating her arrival. They took her unconscious body from your grasp before restraining her in a multitude of ways, and you watched from the jet as the carted her away.
Once the asset was out of sight with her cavalry of agents, Natasha was quick to rip the plugs from her ears. You turned to her with that warm smile upon your face again, but it fell the moment you noticed how tense she had become.
“What the hell was that?” Natasha said, and you seemed bewildered as you held up your hands in silent defense. She quickly slapped your hands down. “Don’t give me that, I know you can speak.”
You took a defensive step back, and your eyes glanced toward the door into the compound. The cogs of your brain started to turn, and Natasha noticed you were thinking of making a break for it. She then took a step to the left, ultimately blocking your exit.
You glared at her.
“Are you not going to answer me?” Natasha said, her tone still aggressive. She realized frustration began to tense at your muscles too, and she decided to see how far she could push this until your resolve for silence finally broke.
“Why is that murderous girl so worthy of you to speak to her, but not even the team? Not even me?” She spoke. Your frustrated glare turned questionable when you had realized her words, until you remembered you were upset with her sudden outburst, and your gaze became hostile again.
Your eyes were still glancing toward the door, calculating your possible escape even as she grew more aggressive toward you. Natasha realized she was going to have to push your frustration harder as she stepped into your personal space, practically chest to chest with you now.
“Seriously?” Natasha scoffed. She noticed the muscles of your jaw begin to tighten, but you made no effort to regain your personal space. Your eyes screwed shut, and you refused to even look at her anymore as she continued to assault you with questions.
“Did you think I was just going to let this go?” Natasha continued to chastise you, and you shook your head as your eyes remained shut. “Why have you never spoke to us?”
Your lips twitched, and Natasha froze as she watched you. She was hoping to hear you say something, but realized she had pressed you too far the moment she noticed the tears slipping down your cheeks.
Using her shoulder to shove her away, you retreated toward the doorway as you aggressively wiped the tears from your eyes.
Natasha watched the door slam shut behind you once again, and she felt guilt replace that uneasy feeling inside her. She realizes now she shouldn’t have chastised you as hard as she did, considering your desperation to even try to speak to her.
Then, without a sound Clint approached from behind her as she watched your retreat.
“She’s as silent as ever, I see.” Clint said, with a slight resentment in his tone, and his sudden presence caused Natasha to jump. He glanced her over, with a question on his brow. “She mess’ you up that bad?”
“What is that suppose to mean?” Natasha said, but Clint didn’t fail to notice her grow defensive once again.
“You mean to tell me she didn’t speak to you?” He asked, and now Natasha was growing confused all over again. “That’s not what that whole ordeal was about?”
“Great. Now you’re both being cryptic.” Natasha sighed, with a roll of her eyes. She shook her head, before sighing. “Why do you even despise her so much?”
“I don’t despise her.” Clint said, in a matter of fact tone that furthered Natasha’s sour mood. “I actually owe her our friendship, but it cost the friendship I had with her.”
“If you’re going to keep speaking in riddles, you might as well just shut up.”
“Natasha, I was going to kill you.” Clint said, with a heavy sigh as if the weight of that mission still sat upon his shoulders. “She’s the reason I didn’t release the arrow.”
—
He remembered the mission briefing, and how hesitant you had been to even participate in such an endeavor. Clint could see it on your face, especially when you glanced his way to see if he agreed with your uncertainties.
“Clint will deliver the killing blow.” Fury spoke, and you cringed at the idea. You were always the passive one in the friendship between you, and Clint. “And if he somehow misses-”
You raised a hand to stop Fury’s tangent, already knowing where it was going to go.
Even after the briefing was over you remained behind in silence, even as Fury had vacated the room. Clint stared at you in silence, and you could feel his gaze burning into the side of your face.
“You don’t think we should do it.” Clint’s voice filled the air, and you sighed even hearing such words spoke aloud.
This is not right. You signed, and it was his turn to sigh.
“She’s dangerous.”
She’s a victim.
“We don’t know her intentions.”
Why not help her?
“Let’s just go, perform the mission, and leave it behind us.” He groaned, and rubbed his hand across his face. “That’s all we can do.”
Weeks passed from such conversation between you, and your closest friend. And now, you both sat atop a roof within a city you couldn’t pronounce to track the target you had been searching for.
She had only moved below the cover of night, and her head swiveled around herself as she walked through the alleyway. Clint pulled the string of his bow taught as he trained his aim upon her back, he released a steady breath in preparation to release the arrow.
That was, until you spoke up.
“Don’t shoot.” You said calmly, barely loud enough for him to hear you.
Clint’s body began to tingle with a warm feeling prickling at his skin, opposing the harsh cold air of the night upon the rooftop. He turned toward you with an absolute look of betrayal upon his face.
His body worked against every plea he had to complete the mission assigned to both of you, to release the arrow within his hand. But rather, Clint replaced the arrow within his quiver.
“Stop!” Clint plead, but his body made no effort to oppose your words. “She’s dangerous, we can’t allow her to live.”
“Look at her.” You said, and his head snapped in her direction. “She’s not much different from a scared kid.”
“More like a cornered animal.”
“Either way, I think she’d be a good agent for SHIELD.” You said, and he grit his teeth at the words he knew were about to leave your mouth. With a look of sympathy, you spoke again. “Go recruit her.”
Clint grit his teeth in attempted defiance, before his body forced himself to perform your words. You watched as he approached the red headed woman in the alleyway below, before turning away to make your way toward the extraction point.
You were happy to see Clint arrive awhile after you, with the red head in tow.
During the debrief of the mission, Fury was beyond furious with both of your performances during the mission, although you took all the blame. You had betrayed Clint’s trust, and had gone off mission with an unauthorized use of your power against a fellow agent.
You were lucky that the only thing destroyed after the mission was your close friendship with Clint, considering Fury had half a mind to toss you into a super human prison for your insubordination. The only thing riding on your freedom was the possibility that Natasha might become a true asset to SHIELD.
—
“If you betrayed the agency, she was going to be sent to a maximum security prison for life.” Clint said in summary of his story, with a heavy sigh. “She risked everything.”
Natasha shook her head, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the story shared. “Why’d you listen if you were so adamant on killing me?”
“You don’t get it do you?” Clint said, with confusion creasing his brow. “She has the power of absolute suggestion. Everything she says has to be enacted out by anyone who hears, no matter the circumstance.”
Everything that conspired had suddenly began to make more, and more sense. Like your oath of silence, and Fury mentioning you would’ve said that you didn’t want Natasha to join you.
Suddenly, an overwhelming urge to chase after you flooded within Natasha. She quickly apologized to Clint, before rushing through the door she saw you escape to only awhile ago.
“Where is she?” Natasha asked the few teammates within the common room. Wanda hadn’t even looked up from the book in her lap, but rather just lifted a hand to point down the hallway behind her. She could hear Natasha’s rushed footsteps fade as she continued to chase after you.
Finally, Natasha was able to see your retreating form down the hallway, and her steps began to pick up.
“Wait!” She called out to you, fearing that you were once again going to run away from the questions, from the team, from her.
Much to her surprise, you stopped before turning her way. There were still tear tracks stained across your cheeks, and Natasha suddenly felt overwhelmingly guilty. You had risked everything to allow Natasha to be here, a part of the greatest team of superheroes to exist, and as payment she had left you crying.
Rather than speaking, Natasha simply rushed forward to wrap you within a hug. You seemed overwhelmed by the sudden display of affection from the usually bristly assassin, and wondered just where this uncharacteristic outburst had come from.
“I’m sorry.” She mumbled into your shoulder, and she felt you tense under her grasp. Pulling away, Natasha placed her hands upon our cheeks to wipe away the aftermath of your crying.
You continued to stare at her in confusion, before shaking your head as much as you were able as a silent way to tell her don’t be.
“I am.” Natasha pleaded with you. She felt tears prick at her eyes, as the feelings bubbling within her began to grow overwhelming. Leaning forward, she placed her forehead against your own as she closed her eyes.
“You we’re the only person who believed in me, who thought I deserved a second chance.” Natasha said, her voice wavering as she willed herself not to sob. “You risked everything, and looking back, even I think that was a stupid decision! I was a loaded gun just waiting for the perfect opportunity to go off, and we both would’ve faced the consequences of those actions.”
You looked at her, and if she opened her eyes, she’d see the soft smile that sat upon your face. You had begun crying with her, and she continued to rant about you.
“Why?” She asked you before a sob ripped through her chest. “What made you look at me, and think I deserved mercy? I was cold blooded, and ruthless.”
Rather than waiting for her to finish her rant, you silenced her yourself as you leaned against her to place a gentle kiss upon her lips. You sighed into the kiss, and you felt her tension melt into you.
Pulling away from you, she shook her head as fresh tears began to fall down her cheeks. You reached up to wipe them away, before tucking a stray red lock behind her ear.
“Because I love you, Natasha Romanoff.”
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Will there be a next part for unexpected change?
There will be! I swear!
It’ll be the final part, and I’m working to have a good wrap up of the series.
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Jealous Natasha x reader that’s extremely flirtatious with everyone ? I love ur writing btw :)
For clarification, do you want Natasha Romanoff or Natasha “Phoenix” Trace?
I’d assumed it was a Top Gun request, but I can right it out for the Avengers if that’s the initial request.
Also, thank you babe!
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pls write something for phoenix im begging idec what it is at this point
Had a whole Phoenix fanfic written with a Air Force pilot reader, and I’ve been working on it for DAYS on my work breaks (since I’ve been working the past like 15 days straight)
Super proud of how it was written, and was going to post it today. AND I DELETED IT ON ACCIDENT-
It might be a day or two, but I’ll rewrite it and get it posted. The entire story was so fun-
UGH
Had to sit in my car in silence for a solid ten minutes.
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How does it feel to be one of the most beautiful people in the world?
I don’t know how it feels, I’d have to ask you ab that one 👀
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unknownimagineblog · 2 years
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I will write for Natasha “Phoenix” Trace
No questions asked
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They Get That From You // W.M
Warning(s): death, mourning, angst
You woke up early this morning, standing in the kitchen as you prepared breakfast. It was your few moments of solitude in the morning. And considering the boys had a day off from school, you tried to remain as quiet as possible to allow them sleep.
Although, your plan had been foiled the moment you had heard two sets of feet begin to pad down the stairwell. Both boys slid across the hardwood floor quickly, grins across both their faces as they took in the sight of you in your Avengers uniform.
“You know, it’s take your two wonderful sons to work day!” Tommy said with a wide grin across his face. They both had been trying to convince you, for god knows how long, to bring them to the compound with you while you worked. It had been something you denied for awhile, but today might come to be an exception.
You placed two plates of breakfast in front of them. They looked down, and it was pancakes made perfectly to their liking. Billy’s was filled with blueberries, and Tommy’s, chocolate chips. They grinned, with quick thanks before they started eating.
Their particular eating habits were something they had gotten from you, although Billy wasn’t as strict as Tommy. It had frustrated Wanda to no end sometimes, having two picky eaters in the household.
“It’s bring your sons to work day?” You asked, in faux confusion to which the boys nodded quickly. You leaned back away from the counter, tapping your chin in thought. “I don’t know, only good boys go to work with their parents.”
“We have been good, Mom!” They both cry out together, and your quick to send a pointed look to Tommy as he spoke with his mouth full. He snapped it shut quickly, as if he was hoping he hadn’t just proven your point.
“Well.” You said, drawing it out purposefully. “I guess you can come with me today!”
Both boys cheered, and you laughed lightly at their antics. In reality, you had plans to bring them this entire time, since both Yelena, and Kate had been out on missions, and couldn’t babysit. Normally, you’d take the week off while they were gone, but something important had come up that required your attention at the compound.
That’s what had brought you, and the boys to the Avengers compound after they had finished their breakfast. They stared up at the building in awe, and you grinned when they hid behind your legs in intimidation of the people inside.
“Come on boys.” You said with a soft laugh, and a comforting smile as they looked up to you. “They don’t bite.”
Once you had ushered them inside, they were quick to run toward Natasha as she threw her arms wide for them.
“Aunt Nat!” They cheered, clinging to her for a moment before releasing themselves from her hold. They were quick to share their various activities for the week, and Nat listened intently with a wide grin across her face. Billy and Tommy had even attempted to show her their powers, until you told them it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to do so here.
Their attention was pulled away quickly as Peter Parker walked in, and Tommy raced to his side. They chatted the awkward boy up for a moment, before moving on to the various other Avengers that shuffled into the common room.
Natasha stood next to you now, as your eyes continued to track the boys. She nudged your elbow softly, knocking you from your trance.
“I think they can get along with just about anyone.” She said, motioning over to your children. It pulled a laugh from you, and the sound had made her eyes sparkle. It was a sound she hadn’t had the pleasure of hearing in awhile, and it almost felt as if you were back to yourself once again.
“They get that from me.” You said with a wide smile, and Natasha could feel the pride radiating off of you. She knew, given the chance, you’d boast about your sons for hours. They were your pride and joy, and everyone deserved to know that.
“Look mom!” Billy said, running back to you to show the small trinket Bucky had given him. With a questioning glance in Bucky’s direction, he only shrugged weakly in response. Billy continually turned it over in his hands, offering you a good look at the small object, although you weren’t exactly sure what it had been. Either way, he was excited, and you were too.
He looked at you with his big green eyes, and it was if Wanda had been staring back at you once again. Your breath hitched, and you were in the palm of Billy’s hand in that moment. If he’d ask for anything, you’d give up everything to provide it for him. He gets that from Wanda.
Billy scurried off as Clint walked in from a shooting session, and the boys stared at him in complete adoration. Wanda had always shared wonderful stories about him, so no wonder he’d been on a pedestal in their minds.
“There’s no denying they’re Wanda’s sons.” Natasha said, watching as they chatted with Clint. Billy had even titled his head slightly as Clint spoke, and it caused both of you to chuckle. “There it is.” She said.
“Tommy is my little troublemaker.” You said softly, and Natasha could tell the bitterness in the way you had said my. She was quick to bump your shoulder, and offer a small smile in consolation.
“I wonder who he gets that from?” Natasha said with sarcasm lacing her voice, and it caused you to laugh once again. She’d never tire of that sound, after not hearing it for so long.
“I don’t know what I’d do without them.” You said, and she could see the tears welling in your eyes. You were eternally grateful to your boys for what they had done for you, even if they hadn’t noticed. They’d saved you multiple times, and you genuinely would be lost without them. They get that from Wanda.
Tommy was quick to rush over to you, noticing your wet eyes. He hugged tightly to your waist, and whispered something unintelligible which caused you to question what exactly he had said.
“You’re still our favorite Avenger, Mom.” He repeated quietly, and it caused you to let out a soft chuckle. Billy had come to join him in the hug, and they both assured you how much they had loved you. It caused your heart to swell, before placing a soft kiss against both of their heads.
You kneeled down in front of them, placing a soft hand on their cheeks before smiling even though you still were teary eyed. “You’re everything to me.” You whispered softly.
After the soft moment, you had begun your work, and left the boys under the supervision of the rest of the team. They were highly trained superheroes, you couldn’t imagine they’d be overwhelmed by the trouble of your sons.
You had been wrong, considering the panicked stares they had given you once you reentered the common room. They had lost the boys hours ago, and didn’t have the heart to share the news with you until you had caught them red handed.
Concern quickly fogged your mind too much to even attempt to be angry with the team. You were quick to rush off toward the front of the compound, assuming they had possibly run outside to play for awhile. As you raced closer to the front doors, you noticed Natasha standing off to the side as she threw you an apologetic smile.
“They asked me to bring them here.” She said, with her arms crossed as she leaned against a pillar. She noticed your offended glance, but added. “They didn’t want to overwhelm you.”
You quietly pushed through the front doors, and noticed the memorial that stood out front of the compound. It had read, Wanda Maximoff, humanities greatest hero.
The boys hadn’t noticed your presence yet, as you stayed back to offer them some privacy. You knew you wouldn’t be able to keep them from the memorial long, but you hadn’t assumed today would be the day.
“Momma..” You could hear Billy trail off softly, and you had realized he was speaking to the memorial. “I hope you don’t worry. Tommy, Mom, and I are doing okay.”
Tommy was quick to cut in now, as he softly placed a hand upon the memorial. “We really miss you.”
You could hear their soft sniffles from your hiding spot, and quickly rushed toward them to collect them in your arms. They had both began to openly cry into your shoulders, and you weren’t faring much better than they were. Their hands clutched desperately into your suit, and you held them just a little tighter.
You pulled away, and softly brushed the tears from their faces as their sobs began to calm down. They stared at you, and you placed soft kisses upon the crown of their heads.
“We really miss her, Mom.” Billy whispered beside you, and you could see the tears begin to well up in his eyes once again.
They get that from you.
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An Unexpected Change // N.R
Part one, A Peaceful Death
Part two, A Chance Encounter
Warning(s): Resurrection, cursing
Agent Hill’s boots pounded heavily against the sterilized tile floor as she walked through the morgue. Her eyes searched the tags on the various body bags, before landing on the one she had been searching for.
Maria gently tapped a knuckle against the metal table that the body bag laid upon, causing a rough gasp to come from inside. She watched as your hands tore at the zipper, before sitting up to look at her as you struggled to catch your breath.
“You look like shit.” She said, to only receive a deadpan look in response. Maria could tell in the way you grit your teeth that you had some quick remark to send her way, but you decided rather to roll your eyes. She noticed the bags that had formed under your eyes, and the far off look within them.
It must’ve taken quite a lot of energy out of you to hold off healing for so long, and even going as far to play dead. Much less the emotional toll that had begun to weigh upon your shoulders.
Maria couldn’t even begin to imagine the emotional turmoil that had began to consume you. You had just lied to people who had grown to be your family, and simultaneously stabbed in the back all the same. She noticed the way you had grit your teeth in an attempt to quell the tears in your eyes, but was kind enough to keep her comments to herself.
You really did not want to hear anyone’s sympathy right now, and she had known that.
She dropped a bag next to the examination table, and politely turned around while you discarded your bloodstained suit for the fresh one within the confines of the bag. You wiggled into the suit that sat upon your body like a second skin, and grunted in frustration as the zipper stuck halfway. Frustration coursed through you, and caused you to slam a fist into to metal table next to you.
The loud clatter caused Maria to turn around, and she her heart broke to witness your distraught state. Your hands clenched against the table, as your body shook with the aggressive sobs that tore themselves through your chest. She placed a soft hand upon your shoulder, and reached to pull the zipper up to where it rested just below your jaw.
“Inanimate objects can be so inconsiderate.” Maria said, which received a dry laugh from you. She then patted your shoulder in silent instruction to follow her lead, she made her way toward the exit.
As Maria guided you through the compound hallway’s in a discrete attempt to avoid the Avengers, you had begun to notice the loud voices that had echoed from the upper floors within the compound.
Wanda was screaming something unintelligible, and you cringed at how raw her voice had sounded. Carol had begun to yell after her, and you felt rage corse through your tense muscles until Steve quieted her with his own anger. You could tell, just like Wanda, he had been crying.
You turned to make your way toward the common room, only for Maria to grip onto your upper arm.
“You have to remember the mission.” She said, and she watched your face skew in anger as you remembered just what had brought you here. The mission that had resulted in you faking your death in an attempt to draw out the terrorists. The same mission that had caused all the turmoil upstairs.
That fucking mission that only Maria, Fury, and you had known about.
You pulled your arm from her grasp before marching toward the exit once again with Maria hot on your heels. She didn’t fail to notice your fists clenched at your sides, and the anger tensing in your muscles.
“At least give Wanda my coordinates.” You said to Maria, and those were the final words you had left her with. Somehow, you’d known that she understood your words weren’t a suggestion, but more so a order, even if you had no authority to give them.
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Throughout the long weeks of your early retirement, you had settled nicely within the quaint cottage you had begun to call your home. Everything was undeniably your own, and it was nice to have a safe haven away from the team.
You had been sleeping the past weeks away, considering the lack of energy you had to do minuscule activities since your final mission. It had felt so different to not have reports, or group activities to fill your time with anymore.
Laying in bed, your mind was filled with an old sense of deja vu as you reached over to find the opposite side of the bed cold. Your hands clenched into the sheets as you willed yourself not to cry, but images of Natasha flashed behind your eyes and you no longer could do anything to quell the sorrow growing in your chest.
Throwing your legs over the side, you pulled open the drawer next to the bedside to pull a quaint velvet box from it. You rotated it within your hands for a moment, before pulling out the intricate ring to place it within your palm.
This had felt so familiar to you, and it had brought a new wave of tears to flow down your cheeks. Clenching the ring within your fist, you threw the box toward the far wall as it bounced helplessly against the floor. Your brain was flooded with memories of Natasha sneaking away behind your back, and it felt as if the wounds you had spent weeks healing had been reopened with a newfound vigor.
Your fingers had began to grow numb at the chill that consumed the bedroom you had shared with Natasha, and in your groggy state you had reached to Natasha’s bedside only to find it empty. This hadn’t been the first time you’d found yourself abandoned within the bed, but somehow it never managed to sting any less.
You had your concerns that Natasha had been running into the arms of another, but you convinced yourself that Natasha had loved you enough to never betray you in such a way. You’d always grasp the ring within your hands, staring at it to convince yourself that the love shared between you, and Natasha had been very real. Somehow the idea always quelled your worries, but you never failed to notice the smell of Carol upon Natasha’s skin when she returned.
Looking back now, you were convinced Natasha’s soft words of adoration were no longer an act of love, but rather a way to keep you upon a hook as she filled you with all the words she had known you desperately wished to hear. She constantly treated you as a target to manipulate in an attempt to quell her fear of loneliness, rather than the loving partner you had been.
Your thoughts were interrupted by an aggressive knock coming from your front door. Your brain had began to go haywire, realizing that no one should know your whereabouts.
Quickly, you’d thrown the sheets from your waist before making you way to the front door. You hadn’t even thought about arming yourself in a rush to quell the curiosity beginning to grow within your mind.
You had opened the door, and there stood Wanda with tears running down her red cheeks. She stared at you in awe, almost as if she hadn’t believed that you stood before her. Wanda clutched onto you so hard that you struggled to get your footing, and she began to openly sob into your chest.
She kept trying to speak, but her words only came in a jumbled mess. You slowly brought her to the floor, as you whispered words of comfort in her ear.
Her sobs began to settle into soft whimpers as you rubbed comforting circles over her back, and placed a soft kissed upon the crown of her head. She leaned back from your chest, and gently placed her hands upon your cheeks.
“You’re alive.” Wanda said simply, and you nodded within her hold. You reached up to brush tears from her cheeks, and she erupted into tears once again at the warm feeling of your fingers against her face.
“Why did you leave?” She said through stuttering breaths, as she hid her face in your chest once again. You ran your hands through her hair, and scratched at her scalp in quiet comfort.
“I had a mission.” You responded without elaboration, but it seemed to be an acceptable answer if they way Wanda clutched further into you was any indication.
“You’re alive” Wanda continued to chant in a soft whisper, as if she was trying to convince herself that you’d been real.
It had felt like hours that you’d both sat upon the floor in your living room until Wanda’s sobs had calmed down. Eventually, you collected Wanda from the floor to make your way to the kitchen.
“I’ve got the ingredients for paprikash.” You said, and Wanda’s eyes lit up. “I’ve even had time to perfect the recipe.”
After that, you had both danced around the kitchen as you had made Wanda’s favorite Sokovian dish. You both ate in silence, but the air around both of you had been impregnated with a new relief. Wanda had confirmed your survival, and you no longer had felt so alone.
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Both you, and Wanda had fallen into some sort of routine when you were around one another. She had begun to come around every few weeks, until it turned into twice a week. Then it had become almost every other day she had found herself in your home between her rigorous training sessions, and long Avengers meetings.
What you both had done had also begun to change, it had started with both of you awkwardly trying to start up conversations. It was hard to grow accustomed to the amount of time you had together now, without getting interrupted by others. It was hard to adjust, but either way both of you had made it work.
She’d tell you about the various dreams she had been having, like being married to Vision with two kids. You’d both erupt into laughter at that, and wouldn’t stop until you were wiping tears from your cheeks.
Eventually your time spent together had evolved into what it had become now, with you and Wanda sprawled out on the couch. She laid against your chest as she read one of the various books from your shelf, and you mindlessly scrolled through Netflix trying to find some background noise.
Every few moments you’d grow tired of scrolling, and run your fingers through Wanda’s hair. She’d hum at the contact, and lean further into your palm. Her hand would then move to draw various shapes along your thigh. Wanda leaned her head back into your chest to stare up at you, and you held her gaze for what felt like an eternity. The corners of her eyes began to wrinkle as the space between her brows creased, and you didn’t have to look to know the grin on her face had matched your own.
That’s when you had realized things between you, and Wanda had changed. The soft moments between good friends had turned into something more, and held much more intimacy than they ever had.
It felt like time itself had paused for the both of you in that moment. Wanda had turned over in your lap, with both hands on either side of your hips as she stared at your with her unwavering gaze. It was as if she was studying you, but you had never been hiding. You were an open book to her, always letting her read the words upon your pages without indiscretion.
You could feel her breath fanning across your lips. She was close enough that your noses were practically touching, but neither of you moved to close the gap. Your hand found its way to Wanda’s cheek to caress the soft skin with your thumb, as if it had been silent encouragement for her. She had understood your unspoken words, and her eyes fluttered closed as the gap between both of you was smothered out.
The kiss between both of you was soft, but it had shared a thousand words. It felt like love, unlike the harsh, lustful kissed Natasha shared.
Wanda had kissed you gently, as if you were the most delicate piece of art she ever had the luxury of being present for. It was refreshing, the feeling of absolute devotion that had fell from both of you in that moment.
The kiss hadn’t lasted long, considering the grin that erupted across both of your faces interrupted your soft moment. Either way, you left Wanda with a parting kiss before pulling away, until you decided to lean in once again. You peppered her lips with kisses, that were broken by the soft giggles from both of you like love sick teenagers.
You had began to kiss along her cheeks, her jawbone, and anywhere you could lay your lips. A laugh had bubbles up from her chest, filling the room with a sound so beautiful you could only compare it to that of wind chimes in a summer breeze.
Wanda was your drug, and you were already hooked by the euphoric feeling she had so gratefully offered you.
But the moment was shattered the minute Wanda’s phone had begun to ring, and she was quick to pick up after noticing Steve’s contact flash across her screen. You cleared your throat, before unraveling yourself from around Wanda, and made your way toward the kitchen to offer some privacy.
“Okay, I’ll return to the compound right now.” You overheard Wanda say in the living room, and you felt disappointment pull at your heartstrings. She looked at you sorrowfully over the back of the couch upon your return. You offered her a weak smile, before walking her to the front door.
“I’ll be back soon.” She assured you, before kissing you one final time as a parting gift. All the sorrowful feelings that were felt were pulled away when Wanda grinned, and you matched hers just the same.
Little did you know, the pain she’d be bringing with her the next time she arrived.
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My dear, are you going to do a part 2 to 'dishonored'?
I’m actually in the process of rewriting it!
I’m gonna try and rewrite it to my new standards, and possibly make a part two. My only problem is I’ve fallen out the fandom, and can only write to the knowledge I had when I was watching the show
( I’ve also been super busy recently, but I’m planning on posting a more parts to some of my other fics as well )
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Steve: I am at a loss for words!
Y/n, narrating: Despite being at a loss for words, Steve yelled at me for the next 45 minutes.
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Y/n: Just give us Natasha! You don’t want her anyway. Haven’t you noticed what a downer she is? No sense of humor, poor conversationalist.
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Y/n: Don’t worry, you’ve got everything you need to defeat them.
Wanda: The power to believe in myself?
Y/n: No, a knife.
Y/n: Stab them.
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We’d Never Have Sex // N.R
Warning(s): blurb, mentions of weaponizing sex, soft kisses. Could be read as a prequel to A Peaceful Death, but it’s not necessary
To Natasha, sex had always been a tool that sat in her arsenal to manipulate her enemies. She had been taught to use it to its fullest extent, to lure unsuspecting victims into vulnerable situations.
So, when you had kissed Natasha in the common room, it made her fingers tingle with a newfound feeling. It was a fleeting kiss, one you hadn’t put much thought into. Just a simple goodnight before you retreated to your bedroom after a long movie night, considering you had been dozing off for the duration of the movie.
Natasha felt her fingers ghost against her lips, as her gaze locked onto your back until you disappeared down the hallway. The team had been staring at her intently, but she didn’t bother with the loaded questions she knew had begun to paint themselves upon their tongues.
She was much more focused on the emotions coursing though her veins as she continued to mull over the kiss you had just shared. It wasn’t as if you both hadn’t kissed before, you had been in a pretty steady relationship for awhile, even if Natasha had yet to share moments of intimacy with you.
But this kiss had felt so different. It had felt so different when your lips met her own, albeit it had been sloppy in your groggy state, Natasha desperately wished she could relive such a moment.
She had felt as if she had laid every sin she had committed before you, and the kiss you laid upon her lips had been her baptismal to praise you. You had cured her of her ailments, and released her woes.
When you had pulled away, within your lidded eyes had told her everything. Your eyes held your absolute adoration for Natasha, and through no words alone you were able to communicate just how lovely you believed her to be.
The kiss you had laid upon her lips was simple, and so sweet that Natasha believed all candy would now taste tart upon her tongue.
She wished she had pulled you into another kiss before you had retreated to the comfort of your bedroom, just to feel the emotion behind your kiss just one more time.
Natasha’s fingers had yet to leave her lips, as she continued to walk herself through these emotions. You had kissed her, just to kiss her.
There had been no ulterior motives behind your action, just a simple love shared between two people. It hadn’t been the rough kisses she had felt from others who only wished to take her to the bedroom.
She stood up abruptly to rush down the hallway toward your bedroom, and she slowly pushed the door open to see your sleeping figure beneath the duvet. Natasha wiggled into the space next to your body, and you stared at her in a silent confusion. Sleeping in the same bed had not been a step your relationship had taken, but it had been a welcome surprise to see Natasha wiggling under your bedsheets.
She quickly found a home within your arms as she cuddled toward your chest, and you could hear the sigh she released at the warmth of your body. You placed a kiss upon the crown of her head, which caused her to stare up into your tired eyes.
You placed another kiss upon her lips, and it caused the same emotion to corse through Natasha as it had done in the common room. She felt as if she could tell you that she’d never be comfortable sharing intimate moments in this relationship, and you’d kiss her with just the same emotion. You’d tell her it’s okay, with your tired, lopsided smile.
Natasha had never been kissed, just to be kissed before. You had always kissed her as though you’d never have sex.
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Y/n: Okay, now I’m scared.
Carol: It’s okay, I’m here.
Y/n: You’re what’s scaring me.
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In Humanity’s Image // Ajak
Warning(s): !!Eternals spoilers!!, character death
You felt humanity tickle at the edges of your consciousness as your devious nature began to dissipate. Everything within you had begun to fight against it, as your brain continued to chant for you to consume the intelligence they had taken from you. To consume man kind in an attempt to regain the humanity Arishem had so selfishly stole from you.
Although your primal rage had screamed for you to continue your onslaught, your body felt weak beneath you as the sounds of terror began to fill your ears. You groaned, rolling onto your back as your body ached with a new kind of soreness.
“It worked.” An accented voice had spoke, and you opened your eyes to be greeted by the leader of the Eternals herself. The healer, Ajak, stood over you with her glowing palms, and dramatic head dress.
You lunged out toward Ajak, although she easily sidestepped your attack as your body fell out from under you. Finally, you had noticed your outstretched arms that no longer resembled the blue tendrils they had once been. Now, your body had resembled that of an Eternal, or much simpler, that of a human.
“What did you do to me?” You asked, as you looked up toward Ajak from your position upon the ground.
“I had begun to notice the way the Deviants looked to you as their leader. I healed your deviation, and turned you into an Eternal.” Ajak answered, and it caused you to feel like a puppet in your own skin. You were once the apex predator, created with absolute perfection to hunt, and now you’ve been demoted to a being created in humanities image.
Your memories of your creation came forward in your mind, as you sit in the quaint cottage placed off somewhere in South Dakota. The doorway creaked as Ajak entered, and she had the gall to act surprised at your presence.
“Why did you call me here, Ajak?”
“Straight to the point, as always.” Ajak smiled, before motioning to the table in the center of the kitchen. You took a seat upon the stiff chair while Ajak had begun a pot of coffee, and you had begun to grow restless at her avoidance of your question.
You stood up abruptly, prepared to leave before Ajak turned to give you a pointed look over her shoulder. You sat back down slowly.
“You’ve lived thousands of years.” Ajak said, placing a mug before you. “The least you can do is humor me over a cup of coffee.”
You could hear the silent lesson Ajak had been trying to guide you to, that patience was a virtue. That you both had all the time in the world, so might as well revel in it when you get the chance to.
You huffed, before taking a sip from the mug before you only to feel the burning in the back of your throat. It caused you to cough, and you swore you heard Ajak laugh under her breath.
“I don’t want Earth to die.” Ajak said quietly, and you almost hadn’t heard her over the sound of your struggling after taking another sip of the burning coffee.
Looking over to her, your eyes shown your own disparity in a silent discussion that you had felt the same. It was infuriating, constantly being killed only to be reborn again once Arishem felt your presence was necessary upon another planet.
Only the thing was, you’d be doomed to return to your Deviant nature. You’d no longer be graced with the gift of humanity that Ajak had so willingly given you. It felt jarring, knowing the humanity you so desperately had been searching for will be stripped away from you once the Celestial was born.
One thing that pained you deep down, was that with the birth of a new Celestial, the love you shared with Ajak would be torn from your grasp. Your body would be sculpted into a new form for Arishem’s abuse, and she’d be forced to forget the memories you both shared.
“I need your help.” Ajak said once again, and you nodded quickly. Right now, you’d do anything to save this planet you’ve grown to call home, to be with the woman you’d grown to call your world.
She mentioned the Deviants you had frozen in Alaska centuries ago under her own instruction, after you had tamed the Deviants under your control. “Save them for a rainy day.” She had told you with a kiss to your temple, but you hadn’t realized just how rainy that day would be.
“I believe the Eternals will not support my idea of working against Arishem.” Ajak said, with a heavy sigh. You could see the physical weight upon her shoulders as she told you about the Ikaris’ reaction to her humanity saving ideals. You’d never liked that man.
“He’s discovered your Deviants.” Ajak said. “The ones we had left in Alaska, and he’s bringing me to investigate them in a few days time.”
You sighed, realizing you’d have nothing to stand against her Eternals once Ikaris kills them.
“Steal the Eternals’ power, and use it against Arishem.” Ajak said, breaking you from your thoughts in realization. “Use your Deviants to destroy him.”
That’s how you found yourself helplessly watching as your Deviant drained the life from Ajak. She was helpless below the cliff, fighting for her life against the creatures she had vowed to destroy, until she had fallen in love with you.
You fell from the cliff, preparing to call off your Deviants before Ajak stared at you as she hung within your Deviants’ tendrils.
Don’t interfere, she said through a look alone. Save humanity.
Then she fell limp within its grasp, as you watched painfully as it consumed her life force.
You felt anger boil within you as it replaced the sadness flowing within your veins. Never before have you wanted to revert back to what you once were. But now, you so desperately wanted to confine Ikaris in the same death he had forced upon Ajak.
This had all been his fault. If it hadn’t been for him pushing Ajak from the cliff, your Deviants would’ve never stole her power. You both would’ve been able to destroy Arishem together.
But now, the woman you loved was gone as you gathered her limp body within your arms.
You could tell your Deviant’s felt remorseful at their actions, from their bowed heads to their tucked tails. They had a mission, and they followed it without question, but seeing their master so distraught made them somehow feel guilty for it all.
You clutched onto Ajak’s body as you sobbed into her chest, begging for any god to hear your cries, and bring her back. But no such mercy had come, and you were left with her lifeless form as you laid her against the ice.
Your Deviant approached you, the exact one that had drained the life from Ajak. You gently placed your palm against his forehead in some silent form of forgiveness he desperately craved.
“Kill the Eternals.” You said through gritted teeth, as you stared up to the cliff that Ikaris stood upon. You could see the distain in his eyes as he stared down at you, knowing he had always seen you as a lesser being that was undeserving of Ajak’s attention, much less her love. You wondered if he considered descending the cliff, and ending your life himself.
Your Deviant’s ran off behind you, trusting you to cover their retreat as they ran for cover against Ikaris. Your eye contact with Ikaris had yet to waiver as you stared up toward him.
“Kill them all.”
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