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Dating Natasha Romanoff Hc?/oneshot?

🕸 The First Encounter

It had been a long day, and you were finally about to clock out. The medbay at S.H.I.E.L.D. was quiet for once, and you were looking forward to going home. Just as you reached for your jacket, your comm buzzed.

"Agent Y/L/N," Fury's unmistakable voice filled your ear, "I need a favor. Someone's being flown in with a... situation. Head back to the medbay."

You sighed, the exhaustion already pulling at your shoulders, but you turned back, slipping on your coat. "Understood, sir."

When the doors to the medbay slid open moments later, Natasha Romanoff was being wheeled in on a gurney, her leg impaled by what looked like a piece of rebar. Her jaw was clenched, refusing to let the pain show. You'd seen her in briefings and around the base, but never like this injured and vulnerable.

"Romanoff," you greeted, moving quickly to assess her. "Let's get you sorted."

She raised a brow, her lips curving slightly despite the pain. "I thought I was being taken to a hospital."

"You're in good hands," you said with a slight smirk. "Now stay still and let me work."

Over the next few hours, you focused entirely on saving her leg. Natasha was stoic, barely reacting even when the pain must have been unbearable. You admired her strength but scolded her all the same.

"You're lucky," you muttered as you sutured her wound, "any deeper, and you'd have lost your leg."

"Lucky's not usually my thing," she replied, her voice low but steady, a hint of something more playful hidden beneath the surface.

By the time you finished, Natasha was stable. As she was wheeled to recovery, her green eyes lingered on you for a moment. "Thanks, Doc." There was a softness in her gaze, a flicker of something she rarely let others see.

~

🕸 The Second Encounter

It was rare for you to be called into the field. Medics usually stayed back, but this mission was an emergency. When you arrived, the chaos was overwhelming agents running, explosions in the distance, and the constant buzz of comms in your ear.

You were focused on pulling an injured agent to safety when you saw her. Natasha Romanoff, limping across the battlefield, her face set in determination, her expression sharp.

"Unbelievable," you muttered under your breath, quickly finishing up with the agent before storming toward her.

She noticed you before you reached her, her lips twitching into a faint smile. "Y/L/N. What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," you snapped. "You're supposed to be on bed rest."

Natasha shrugged, unfazed by your tone. "I've felt worse."

Before you could argue further, someone called her name. She glanced at you, a hint of apology in her eyes, before limping away.

You clenched your fists, shaking your head in disbelief. "Stubborn," you muttered under your breath, but the fact that she wasn't backing down, that she was still pushing forward, made something warm stir in your chest.

The moment faded when someone attacked you. Without hesitation, you were pulled into the fight, your focus shifting to staying alive. But even as you dodged and fought, you couldn't help but steal glances at Natasha she was pushing through pain, ignoring her injuries, like it was just another day for her.

~

🕸 The Third Encounter

A week later, Natasha walked into the medbay for her follow-up appointment. You weren't expecting her, especially after her blatant disregard for your orders.

"Romanoff," you greeted curtly, not bothering to hide your irritation.

She smirked, leaning casually against the doorway. "Miss me?"

You sighed, motioning for her to sit. "Let's see how bad the damage is after you ignored everything I told you."

To your surprise, her leg had healed well, though she admitted to lingering pain. As you finished the check-up, Natasha stood, hesitating for a moment before speaking.

"How about I make it up to you?"

You raised a brow. "Make what up?"

"Disobeying orders, running into danger, generally being a pain in your ass," she said with a smirk. "Coffee. My treat."

You hesitated. "I don't date my patients."

She grinned, a spark of mischief in her eyes. "You cleared me, remember? I'm not your patient anymore."

You shook your head in disbelief but found yourself agreeing anyway, unable to resist the pull she had on you.

~

🕸 First Dates and Falling

Your first date was simple coffee at a quiet café before your shift. Natasha was surprisingly easy to talk to, her wit sharp but her attention entirely on you. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and for the first time in a while, you felt like you could just be yourself.

By the third date, things had shifted. There was a comfort between you, a natural rhythm that neither of you had expected. When she kissed you for the first time, her lips were soft but firm against yours, her arms pulling you closer, and the warmth of her body against yours was intoxicating. It was a kiss that left you breathless, your heart pounding, as if something had shifted permanently between the two of you.

~

🕸 The Relationship

Being with Natasha was nothing short of an adventure. She had a way of surprising you—whether it was showing up at the medbay with your favorite coffee and pastries or insisting on late-night movie marathons when you were both too exhausted to think straight.

Physical affection took time. Natasha wasn't one to initiate, and you didn't want to push her. But it wasn't long before she'd seek you out, resting her hand on your thigh when you sat together, leaning her head on your shoulder when you watched movies.

One evening, you were both sitting on the couch, wrapped in blankets after a grueling mission. Natasha shifted closer to you, her head resting on your chest. Her fingers traced idle patterns on your arm, and without a word, you bent down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"You're comfortable," she murmured, her voice a little rough, sleepy from the day's exhaustion.

You smiled, pressing another kiss to her hair. "Good to know."

Her fingers tightened around your hand as if she was grounding herself in the moment, letting you in just a little more.

~

🕸 Love Languages

Natasha's love language was subtle but constant. She showed her affection in the little things—bringing you coffee, wrapping her arms around you from behind as you cooked, leaving handwritten notes in your bag. She never said the words "I love you" unless she was ready, but the way she cared for you, the small, tender moments, spoke volumes.

You, on the other hand, were more direct. You loved braiding her hair before missions, a ritual that became as much for your comfort as hers. It was a quiet act of love, something you could do for her in the middle of the chaos, a sign of care when the world felt like it was falling apart.

"You don't have to," she said one morning, watching you work, her green eyes soft.

"I want to," you replied simply, tying off the braid with a small smile, your fingers brushing against her skin as you finished.

She didn't say anything, but the way her hand lingered on yours spoke volumes. A silent thank you for the care you gave her, even when the world demanded so much more.

~

🕸 Boundaries and Trust

It wasn't easy for Natasha to open up. When you finally confessed your worries about crossing boundaries, she was surprised.

"You haven't read my file?" she asked, tilting her head, a flicker of something darker behind her gaze.

You shook your head. "It's not my place. I only look at medical records when I need to."

For the first time, Natasha told you about her past not for pity, but so you could understand her better. She spoke of her training, the things she'd been forced to do, and the scars that didn't show.

"I'm not used to this," she admitted, her voice soft. "But... I want to try. With you."

You held her, your arms wrapping around her as she rested her head on your chest. In that moment, all the walls she'd built up slowly crumbled, and you were right there, ready to hold her together.

~

🕸 The Little Things

Mornings became your favorite time together. Natasha would wrap her arms around you as you made breakfast, pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck.

"Good morning, moya lyubov," she murmured, her voice still husky from sleep.

You smiled, leaning back into her embrace. "Morning, Nat."

Those quiet moments, filled with warmth and love, were what you cherished most. No need for grand gestures, just being together, sharing a space, a life, a heart.

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The Puppy Suprise. N.R.

Y/N fumbled with their keys as they unlocked the door, exhaustion weighing them down.

They sighed, the stress of the day lingering like a heavy cloud over their head.

All they wanted was a quiet night with Natasha maybe order some takeout, collapse on the couch, and let the chaos of the world melt away.

When they finally stepped inside, something felt... different. The apartment was unusually quiet. Natasha was always the first to greet them, either with a soft hello or a teasing remark. But tonight, there was nothing.

"Nat?" Y/N called out, shutting the door behind them. They slipped out of their jacket, hanging it on the hook as they scanned the space. The living room was dim, a soft glow from the table lamp casting warm shadows on the walls.

Y/N’s brow furrowed. “Babe? You home?”

There was a faint rustling sound coming from deeper inside the apartment. Something like... tiny footsteps? Y/N’s senses immediately kicked in, their instincts sharpening.

They took a cautious step forward, their body tense, ready for whatever unexpected surprise might await them.

Then, out of nowhere, a small yip pierced the quiet.

Y/N froze.

“...Was that...?”

Curiosity overtook caution as Y/N quickened their pace toward the source of the sound. And there, in the center of the living room, was Natasha. Sitting on the floor, cross-legged with the most uncharacteristically soft expression Y/N had ever seen on her face.

But it wasn’t just Natasha that made Y/N’s heart stop it was the tiny, squirming ball of fur nestled in her lap.

“Natasha,” Y/N breathed, stepping closer, their voice full of disbelief. “Is that a... puppy?”

Natasha looked up, her green eyes shimmering in the soft light, and smiled a small, almost shy smile that Y/N rarely saw, one reserved only for them.

“Yeah,” she said softly, her voice gentle, almost uncertain. “I’ve been waiting for you to get home.”

Y/N blinked, their gaze shifting from the puppy, who was now squirming in Natasha’s lap, to the woman holding him. They were stunned, completely speechless. “You got us... a puppy?” they asked, their voice full of awe.

Natasha rose slowly, cradling the puppy in her arms as she walked toward Y/N. She stopped just inches away, holding out the little furball with the utmost care. “Yes I did” she said simply, her tone laced with something deeper something vulnerable.

Y/N’s heart did a somersault in their chest as they gently took the puppy from her.

The little dog, no bigger than a football, wiggled excitedly in their arms, his tiny tail wagging furiously. His soft fur brushed against Y/N’s skin as he nuzzled into them, letting out a tiny yawn.

Y/N looked down at the puppy, and then back at Natasha, their eyes wide with disbelief. “I can’t believe this... You... you actually got us a puppy?”

Natasha’s lips twitched into a smirk, but her eyes held nothing but softness. “I thought it was time,” she said quietly. “We’ve talked about it enough. You’ve been dropping hints for months.”

Y/N chuckled, unable to hide the joy bubbling up inside of them. “Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d actually go through with it. You always said we weren’t ready for a dog.”

Nat shrugged, crossing her arms as she leaned against the back of the couch, her gaze fixed on Y/N holding the puppy. “Maybe I changed my mind,” she said, her tone playful but her eyes serious. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us... about the future.”

Y/N’s breath caught in their throat at her words. Natasha wasn’t one to speak openly about emotions at least, not usually.

Her love was quieter, more subtle, woven into gestures and touches. But this... this felt like something more.

Y/N stepped closer to her, still cradling the puppy in their arms, feeling the weight of her words settle over them. “The future?” they asked softly, their voice full of curiosity.

Natasha’s gaze softened as she uncrossed her arms and stepped into Y/N’s space. She reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against the puppy’s soft fur before trailing up to Y/N’s wrist, her touch warm and reassuring.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want us to have more than just... the missions and the chaos. I want something that’s ours. Something we can build together.”

Y/N felt their heart swell in their chest, the warmth of her words flooding through them. They hadn’t expected this not from Natasha, not now. But hearing it feeling it made everything in the world seem right.

“You mean... this is more than just a puppy?” Y/N asked, their voice trembling with the weight of the moment.

Natasha let out a soft laugh, her fingers slipping from Y/N’s wrist to their hand, holding it gently. “Of course it’s more than just a puppy,” she said, her eyes sparkling with affection. “This is... this is us, Y/N. Our next step.”

Y/N swallowed hard, their gaze dropping to the little bundle of joy in their arms. The puppy had settled comfortably against their chest, his tiny head resting in the crook of their arm, his soft breaths warm against their skin.

“He’s perfect,” Y/N whispered, their voice full of emotion. “But... what’s his name?”

Natasha smiled, that rare, genuine smile that made Y/N’s heart race every time. “I was waiting for you to help me with that part,” she said, her voice soft but teasing.

Y/N chuckled, their eyes lighting up with affection as they looked down at the puppy again. “Hmm... I don’t know. How about... Rocket?”

Natasha’s eyebrows shot up, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Rocket? Seriously?”

Y/N grinned, their tone playful. “Hey, he’s got the energy for it. Just look at him!”

The puppy let out a small yip, as if to agree, causing both of them to laugh. Natasha shook her head, her eyes softening even further as she stepped closer, her body brushing against Y/N’s.

“How about something with a little more heart?” she suggested.

Y/N’s gaze flickered to her, their heart pounding in their chest. “Okay, okay,” they murmured, thinking for a moment. “How about... Lucky?”

Natasha’s lips curved into a smile, her eyes locking onto Y/N’s with a look that could melt steel. “Lucky,” she repeated,“I like that.”

Y/N grinned, nodding in agreement. “Lucky it is, then.”

For a moment, they stood there in comfortable silence, Lucky nestled between them, his tiny form fitting perfectly into the little world they had created for themselves.

Y/N leaned up slightly, brushing a soft kiss against the top of Natasha’s head. “Thank you,” they whispered, their voice full of love. “For this. For everything.”

Natasha tilted her down to meet their gaze, her eyes full of something deep and unspoken. “Don’t thank me yet,” she teased lightly, though her tone was gentle. “Wait until he chews up your shoes.”

Y/N laughed, the sound rich with happiness. “Worth it,” they said softly, their forehead resting against hers.

Natasha’s arms slid around Y/N’s waist, pulling them closer as she pressed her lips against their cheek. “I’m glad you think so,” she whispered, her voice full of warmth.

Y/N felt the weight of the moment settle over them, a deep contentment blooming in their chest.

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Nervous Proposal K.B.

Kate Bishop stood outside the Romanoff's apartment, her heart pounding like she had just finished a marathon.

She nervously adjusted the grip on the bouquet of roses in her hands, her fingers fidgeting with the ribbon tied around the stems.

Clint’s voice echoed in her mind, trying to reassure her. “Come on, Kate, just do it. What’s the worst that could happen? Nat and Yelena like you, right?”

But as she stood at the door, every possible worst-case scenario played through her mind.

Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, was terrifying enough on a good day.

Add in her younger sister Yelena, who was just as deadly and even more unpredictable, and Kate’s nerves skyrocketed.

This wasn’t just about facing the Romanoff sisters,this was about Y/N, the person she’d been crushing on for what felt like forever.

Y/N wasn’t just another person.

She was the one who made Kate’s heart race every time they hung out, the one who made her feel like the world wasn’t as chaotic as it seemed.

Now, standing at the door, Kate was about to take the biggest risk of her life, asking Y/N out on a date.

When Kate finally summoned the courage, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

The sound echoed in her ears, almost too loud, as if the universe was amplifying her anxiety.

She waited, her mind racing, until she heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching from inside the apartment.

The door opened, and there stood Natasha Romanoff. “Hi, Kate,” Natasha greeted, her voice neutral but her eyes sharp.

She glanced down at the bouquet in Kate’s hands, then back up at Kate’s face, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Is there something I can help you with?”

Kate swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. “Uh, hi, Nat. I was, um, I was wondering if Y/N is home?”

Natasha tilted her head slightly, considering the question. “Maybe. Why do you ask?” Her tone was teasing, but there was an underlying protectiveness that made Kate’s stomach twist.

“Because I, um... I wanted to talk to her,” Kate managed to say, her voice wavering despite her best efforts to sound confident. “If that’s okay with you, of course.”

Natasha studied Kate for a few moments longer, the silence stretching out until it felt almost unbearable. “Y/N!” she called over her shoulder. “You’ve got a visitor.”

Kate let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding as she heard the sound of another door opening and closing inside the apartment.

A few seconds later, Y/N appeared in the doorway, her eyes lighting up when she saw Kate standing there with the roses.

“Hey, Kate,” Y/N said with a smile, her presence immediately soothing some of Kate’s nerves. “What’s up?”

As Natasha took a step back, giving them space as she walked away.

Kate forced herself to focus on Y/N, who was looking at her with a mix of curiosity and affection.

This was the moment she had been building up to, the one she had spent countless hours thinking about, and now that it was here, the words seemed to catch in her throat.

“I, um, I got roses,” Kate blurted out, holding out the bouquet awkwardly.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she cringed internally. Of course, Y/N could see that. The roses were right there.

Y/N chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I can see that,” she said, her voice warm.

Kate’s face flushed, and she quickly tried to recover. “I mean, I got these roses for you,” she corrected herself, feeling like her nerves were turning her brain to mush. “I, um, I couldn’t find your favorite flowers, so I got these instead. I hope that’s okay.”

Y/N’s smile widened, and she reached out to take the roses from Kate’s trembling hands.

“They’re perfect, Kate,” she said softly, her fingers brushing against Kate’s as she accepted the flowers.

Kate felt her heart do a flip at the contact, but she forced herself to stay focused. She had come this far—she couldn’t back down now. “So, I was wondering... if you’d like to go out with me?”

"Like on a date?" Y/N asked, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Yes! Can I take you out on a date?” Kate responded quickly, her voice full of hope and nervous energy.

At first, Y/N didn’t respond, and the silence felt like it stretched on forever. But then Y/N’s expression softened, and she nodded. “I’d love to, Kate,” Y/N replied, her voice filled with genuine warmth.

Kate’s heart soared, and she couldn't help the grin spreading across her face. “Great,” she said, barely able to contain her excitement. “Are you free on Friday?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, Friday works for me.”

“Friday at 6?” Kate suggested, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in her stomach.

“Friday at six sounds perfect.”

“Great! I mean, awesome!” Kate stammered, unable to hide her excitement. “I’ll pick you up then?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Y/N said, her smile brightening even more. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Kate’s grin was so wide it hurt, but she didn’t care. “Me too,” she said, feeling like she was walking on air. “okay, I’ve got to go do something—training. I’ll see you on Friday.”

“Goodnight, Bishop,” Y/N said with a soft smile.

“Goodnight, Romanoff,” Kate replied, turning to leave, her heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement as she walked away.

As she made her way down the hallway, Kate couldn’t help but glance back over her shoulder, catching one last glimpse of Y/N standing in the doorway, still holding the roses with that same warm smile on her face. It was a sight that would keep Kate smiling all week.

~

Not my best work but I hope you enjoyed it !

[cursedlovesstuff]

Hot Sauce Doesn't Go on Everything.

The kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of bubbling cheese and perfectly cooked pasta.

Y/N stood at the stove, expertly stirring a pot of mac and cheese, the cheese sauce bubbling gently around the elbow macaroni.

Yelena was perched on the counter, She held a bottle of hot sauce in her hand, the bright red label catching the light as she twirled it idly. "You know what would make that perfect?" she asked, eyeing the dish with a mischievous grin.

Y/N turned, raising an eyebrow. "Let me guess—hot sauce?" she said, feigning exasperation. "Hot sauce doesn't belong on mac and cheese."

Yelena gasped, clutching her chest theatrically. "Are you out of your mind? It absolutely does. The heat cuts through the creaminess, making it even better."

Y/N shook her head, stirring the pot with emphasis. "No way. Mac and cheese is all about the cheese. Adding hot sauce is like committing a culinary crime."

Yelena leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And yet, you put hot sauce on noodles."

"Of course! Hot sauce and noodles are a classic combo," Y/N replied, crossing her arms. "They’re meant to be together."

"Hot sauce doesn't go on noodles," Yelena argued. "It’s weird."

"How is that weird?" Y/N shot back. "Spicy noodles are a thing."

"And so is spicy mac and cheese," Yelena countered, her tone triumphant.

Y/N huffed, rolling her eyes. "How do you know hot sauce and mac and cheese isn’t good if you don’t try it?"

Y/n raised an eyebrow, challenging. "How do you know that noodles and hot sauce aren’t good without trying it?"

Caught, Yelena hesitated, then admitted, "I... I don’t know."

Their debate grew more animated, both of them raising their voices in mock seriousness, each trying to convince the other. They barely noticed when Nat walked in, her arms full of groceries.

"What’s going on here?" Nat asked, setting the bags on the counter with a curious smile.

Yelena turned to Nat, pointing at Y/N. "Y/N said that hot sauce doesn’t belong on mac and cheese. She called it weird!"

"Because it is weird!" Y/N defended, pointing back. "And Yelena said noodles and hot sauce are weird."

"Because they are," Yelena insisted, crossing her arms. She turned to Nat with a pleading look. "Nat, you're my sister. You love me. Don’t you agree it’s good?"

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "That’s not fair. Nat, you’re my wife. You love me.Don’t you agree that noodles are better with hot sauce?"

Nat held up her hands, trying to stifle her laughter. "I love you both, but you’re acting like children."

Both Y/N and Yelena made exaggerated gestures of disbelief, clearly unwilling to concede defeat.

Nat chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "I’m going to let that slide, but I can’t agree with either of you because I’ve never tried mac and cheese with hot sauce or noodles with hot sauce."

Y/N and Yelena exchanged glances, their stubborn expressions faltering slightly.

"So, how about this?" Nat suggested, folding her arms. "You make your favorite meals for each other and finally put this argument to rest."

Y/N considered the idea, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "That’s not a bad idea."

Yelena nodded, grinning. "I agree. Let’s see whose dish is actually better."

They both set to work, Y/N preparing a dish of spicy noodles with precision, while Yelena crafted a bowl of mac and cheese with a generous splash of hot sauce. The kitchen was a symphony of clinking pots and sizzling ingredients as they focused on their tasks, determined to prove their point.

When they finally sat down to taste each other’s creations, Nat watched with amusement as they each took a hesitant bite of the other's dish.

Y/N chewed thoughtfully, savoring the flavors. "Okay, I’ll admit," she said, swallowing. "The mac and cheese with hot sauce isn’t bad."

Yelena nodded, a satisfied smile on her face. "And the noodles are actually pretty good with hot sauce."

Nat laughed, leaning back in her chair. "See? Sometimes it’s worth trying new things."

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She Drew Stars Around My Scars.

~

Natasha was lounging on her bed, absently flipping through TV channels. Beside her, Y/N was focused on drawing on Nat’s arm with a pen.

The room was cozy, filled with sketches and designs from Y/N’s latest projects, scattered over the desk and nightstand. Y/N’s pen moved in smooth, deliberate strokes as she concentrated on her work.

Nat watched her for a moment, feeling a sense of comfort in the quiet intimacy of the moment. "Can I see now?" Nat asked.

Y/N shook her head, a teasing smile on her lips. “Hold on, I’m almost done.” Her tongue peeked out as she focused on adding the final details.

Nat shifted slightly to reach for the TV remote, accidentally catching a glimpse of what Y/N had drawn on her arm.

She froze, staring in surprise at the pattern of stars intricately placed around the pale scars on her skin.

“What?” Y/N asked, noticing Nat's silence and the look of shock on her face. “Why are you so quiet? What's wrong?”

Nat traced a finger over the stars, her voice soft with disbelief. “You drew stars around my scars.”

Y/N met her gaze, her eyes filled with warmth. “You’re always complaining about your scars,” she explained gently. “Even though you hate them, I think they’re beautiful. They’re a reminder of what you’ve been through and what you’ve survived.”

Nat was silent, absorbing Y/N’s words. She felt a swell of emotion, a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. “No one’s ever thought of them that way before,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N squeezed her hand gently, meeting her eyes with sincerity. “Well, I always have. To me, they tell a story of how strong you are. You’ve overcome so much, and I admire you for it.”

Y/N smiled softly, her hand resting gently on Nat’s. “I remember when you got this one,” she said, gesturing to a particularly jagged scar. “You came to me for help because you got hurt on a mission.”

Nat smiled lightly, the memory clear in her mind. “I remember how you were panicking more than I was,” she teased, her eyes shining with affection.

“You really worried me that day,” Y/N replied, her tone a mix of fondness and exasperation.

Nat looked at her, her heart full. “I know, but I’m glad you were there,” she said sincerely, her thumb brushing over Y/N’s knuckles.

Y/N felt a flutter in her chest at the sincerity in Nat’s voice. Leaning forward, Nat pressed a gentle kiss to Y/N’s lips, lingering for a moment before pulling back slightly.

“I love you,” Nat said softly, her eyes locked with Y/N’s.

Y/N grinned, feeling a warmth spread through her. “I love you too. Now, can I have your arm back?” she asked playfully. “I need to finish drawing some spiders.”

Nat chuckled, settling back into the cushions. “Spiders, huh? You have an interesting sense of style.”

“Trust me, it’ll look great,” Y/N replied resuming her work on Nat’s arm.

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Fixing us. Part 5.

Nat heard the door open and close, followed by Y/N’s worried voice. “Nat?”

“I’m in the kitchen,” Nat called out, focusing on the garlic bread. It wasn’t long before she heard footsteps walking towards the kitchen.

“What happened?” Y/N asked, her voice tense.

“What happened?” Nat repeated, looking up from the oven.

“You called me. You called me and asked me to come home. The last time you did that was when Bucky almost died on that mission. So, who got hurt? Who died?”

“Relax, Y/N. No one’s dead and no one got hurt.”

“Oh...” Y/N said, setting her phone and purse down on the counter before leaning against it. “Well, then why’d you call me?”

“Can’t I call my wife, check up on her, and ask when she’s coming home?”

“You usually don’t. You text me, but you never call. Your definition of checking up on me is saying a few words before bed and then going to sleep,” Y/N said truthfully. “So, what's wrong? What do you need?”

“Nothing’s wrong and I don’t need anything. I thought maybe we could have dinner together,” Nat said as she finished preparing the garlic bread, the aroma of garlic and butter filling the kitchen.

“You made dinner?"

"Yes, why do you sound so surprised?"

"In the seven years that we have been together, you've never cooked. Breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Did you have someone make this?"

"I had someone teach me how to make this so that I could surprise you. I know it's your favorite."

"It was my favorite... I haven't eaten it in over a year. Once you have too much of a good thing, you stop appreciating it."

"I— It's fine. I can order pizza."

"You don't have to order pizza. Thank you for dinner, but I'll eat it when I get back."

"When you get back? Where are you going?"

"Carol invited me and the girls out to talk and for drinks since we were, well, interrupted."

"When did she invite you?"

"She called right after you did. I told her I wasn't sure if I could make it because you needed me."

"I do need you."

"Dinner's ready and no one's hurt. It seems like you've got everything handled," Y/N said, looking around the kitchen. "I won't be gone long. I'm going to get dressed. I'll see you later."

Y/N left the kitchen, leaving Nat confused. She quickly wiped her hands clean before heading up the stairs to their shared bedroom.

"Y/N."

"Yes, Nat?" Y/N said, looking away from her clothes.

"You can't go out with Carol."

"Why not?" Y/N asked, pulling out a dress.

"Because Carol doesn't have your best interests at heart."

"When was the last time you had my best interests at heart?" Y/N shot back, making Nat let out a frustrated sigh as she ran her hands through her hair.

"I get that you're upset with me, especially after last night, but—"

"I'm not upset about last night."

"You're not?" Nat asked, confused.

"No, I'm not upset. If I were, you would be the first to know."

"If you're not upset, then... why would you go out for drinks with Carol?"

"Because I need a break, Nat. I need to breathe. You can’t just call me up and expect everything to be fine because you made dinner for the first time ever."

Nat’s shoulders slumped, and she took a step closer. “I know I’ve screwed up. I know I haven’t been here the way I should be, but I’m trying, Y/N. I really am.”

“You’re trying?” Y/N scoffed, shaking her head. “How many years have we been together, Natalia?” she asked, the use of her full name stinging Nat.

"Seven years."

"Seven years. Married for four, dated for two and a half years, engaged for five months, and you're the one trying?"

"For the past seven years, I have been trying. I have cared for you and protected you with my life. When you come home bloody and bruised from missions, I'm the one cleaning and stitching you up."

"When a part of your suit rips, I'm the one putting the pieces back together so that you don't get grilled by Fury."

"When something happens and it triggers you and you start to remember your past and lose yourself, I'm still here putting the pieces back together. And you're the one trying? One dinner isn't going to fix all of our problems."

"I know."

"Do you, Nat? Because it's only been 24 hours and that is not nearly enough time for either of us to decide what we really want."

"For either of us to decide what we want?" Nat repeated, her voice cracking slightly.

"I know what I want, Y/N, but I don't know what it is that you want from me."

"I don't know."

"You don't know? What does that mean? What do you mean you don't know?"

"It means I don't know, Nat. Okay? I finally started to figure things out for myself. I started going on morning runs and working out. I have a job now, and I have friends. I don't just sit around and wait for you to come back to me anymore. And now that I give you an ultimatum, you want to take it seriously."

"I have always taken our relationship seriously," Nat said, earning a skeptical look from Y/N.

"Do not look at me like that. I know lately I put my job and the team above you and our relationship. I realize that now and I'm sorry it took me this long to figure it out."

"Sorry doesn't fix things."

"I know that, Y/N, but I can't fix things if you don't talk to me. I can't read your mind and I won't know what's wrong if you don't tell me."

"What's wrong is me, Nat. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"What?"

"I keep thinking about the past and how things used to be. When we used to be happy. When I used to be happy."........

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Is this what you guys wanted? I had a friends advice and help but im stuck on part five I know where I want this to go but I can't get pass this part. Should I just drop the rest of part five or switch it up?

Also I'm writing so many other story's at once it's hard to keep up.

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pleaseee update when u can😝😝

I'm trying to get part 5 and Part 6 done as soon as possible.

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Feel bad? Oooooh what is it what is it?! Wait who gets hurt? Sounds like someone gets hurt! Is it physically, mentally, or emotionally? Will it be Natasha or Reader?!

I NEED ANSWERS PLEAAAAAAASE

Im so late to this. At first no one was going to get hurt but now you have given me an idea. I guess I can say physically,mentally and emotionally. I can't tell you who gets hurt.

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MAKE NATASHA WORK HARDER!! NO EASY FORGIVING!!

Nat will work harder I just feel bad for what's gonna happen to natasha but at least shes trying...

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are you making a part 5?

I have made part five already but im not sure its the route I want to take. Is there something specific that you all want to read?

Where should I take part five?

Y/n should forgive Nat after dinner.

Y/n should make Nat work harder to fix things.

Voting ended onJun 13, 2024

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Fixing Us. Part 4.

In the car, Nat’s mind raced with doubts and fears as she navigated through the city traffic.

Wanda sat beside her, scrolling through her phone, looking for recipes, but it was hard to ignore the storm of thoughts swirling inside Nat’s head.

“Stop overthinking, Nat,” Wanda said suddenly, breaking the silence.

Nat glanced over, startled. “What are you talking about?”

“Your thoughts are loud,” Wanda replied, not looking up from her phone. “You’re overthinking everything that could go wrong.”

“Because a lot could go wrong, Wanda. This is Y/N we’re talking about,” Nat said, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“I know, which is why you shouldn’t overthink. It’s not helping,” Wanda replied gently.

“I can’t stop overthinking. What if she’s falling out of love with me? What if there’s someone else? What if she doesn’t trust me anymore?” Nat’s voice grew more anxious with each question.

“If she was falling out of love, she wouldn’t give you a chance to fix things. You’re Y/N’s blind spot; she still loves you and she’s still in love with you. If she wasn’t, she would have left by now,” Wanda said firmly.

“Maybe you’ll realize that when you stop pushing her away.”

“I don’t push Y/N away,” Nat retorted defensively.

“You push everyone away, Nat,” Wanda countered, finally putting her phone down. “When you get stressed out and when work gets tough, you shut down emotionally. You try to pretend everything is fine when you’re struggling. You lose focus and forget important things, and Y/N puts up with it.”

Nat remained silent, her knuckles white as she gripped the steering wheel.

Wanda continued, “She tries to get you to sleep, to eat, to train. She tries to keep you on schedule so you don’t fall apart. After so many years, I couldn’t tell you why she still tries to keep you from spiraling.”

Nat sighed deeply, feeling a pang of guilt. “I know I’ve been difficult. I know I’ve taken her for granted.”

“You need to show her that you appreciate her, that you’re willing to put in the effort to make things right,” Wanda said softly. “The reason why I’m helping you is not just for the sake of your relationship, but for the sake of Y/N. She deserves happiness just as much as any of us she has also had a rough life, especially after everything she has done for you.”

“Everything she has done for me?” Nat repeated, sensing there was more to that statement than Wanda was letting on.

Wanda’s eyes flickered with something unspoken, but she didn’t elaborate. “Look, we’re here,” she said instead, nodding towards the parking lot of the shopping center.

Nat pulled into a parking space, turned off the engine, and sat there for a moment, collecting her thoughts. “Thank you, Wanda,” she said quietly. “I don’t know what I’d do without your support.”

Wanda smiled warmly. “That’s what friends are for. Now, let’s get this dinner sorted out. We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

They walked into the grocery store, grabbing a cart. Nat glanced at the shopping list Wanda had compiled. “So, shrimp alfredo and garlic toast?”

“Yep, and we’ll need fresh ingredients to make it special. Let’s start with the seafood section,” Wanda suggested.

As they moved through the aisles, Wanda continued to offer advice. “Remember, it’s not just about the dinner. It’s about showing Y/N that you’re willing to put in the effort, that you’re thinking about her and what she likes.”

“I know,” Nat said, picking out a bag of fresh shrimp. “I just hope it’s not too late.”

“It’s never too late if you’re willing to make a change,” Wanda reassured her, placing a loaf of fresh bread in the cart.

As they moved to the produce section, Wanda picked up a bag of flour. Nat furrowed her brow in confusion. “Why do we need flour? Aren’t we just buying pasta?”

Wanda shook her head with a smile. “We’re making the pasta from scratch. It tastes better, and only the best for Y/N.”

Nat was impressed but also slightly overwhelmed. “Are you sure I can pull this off?”

“With my help, absolutely,” Wanda said confidently. “Let’s grab some fresh garlic and parsley too.”

They continued shopping, selecting the best ingredients. As Wanda picked up fresh tomatoes and heavy cream, Nat asked, “What are those for?”

“Homemade alfredo sauce. Trust me, it’s worth the effort,” Wanda explained, placing the items in the cart.

They made their way through the store, filling the cart with fresh basil, Parmesan cheese, and a bottle of white wine for the sauce. Nat’s mind was slightly more at ease as they checked off items from the list.

Once they had everything for the dinner, Nat wandered off to another section of the store, intent on picking up some of Y/N’s favorite things. She grabbed Oreos, her favorite chips, and some wine she knew Y/N loved among with other things.

As they checked out, Wanda looked at Nat curiously. “You really went all out with the extras.”

Nat smiled slightly. “I want to show her I’m thinking about her, not just with dinner, but in all the little things she loves.”

Wanda nodded approvingly. “That’s the right approach.”

After checking out, Wanda and Nat headed to the car to put up the groceries. Once they got into the car, Wanda gave her a reassuring smile. “Ready?”

Nat nodded, a mix of nerves and determination in her eyes. “Ready.”

As they drove back to Nat’s apartment, the weight of the evening ahead felt heavy but hopeful. Nat was prepared to do whatever it took to make things right, one step at a time.

Back at the apartment, Nat and Wanda unpacked the groceries. Nat carefully placed the fresh ingredients on the counter, feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Wanda began to organize everything, setting out the flour, eggs, and olive oil for the pasta dough.

“Okay, first thing’s first,” Wanda said, tying an apron around her waist. “We’re going to make the pasta dough. It’s a bit messy, but it’s worth it.”

Nat nodded, following Wanda’s lead.

“Alright, Nat. Here’s how we make the pasta dough. First, make a hole in the center of the flour,” Wanda instructed, demonstrating with a mound of flour on the counter. “Then, we crack the eggs into it.”

Nat watched closely and imitated Wanda’s actions, cracking eggs into the flour. “Like this?”

“Perfect,” Wanda said with a nod. “Now, you gently beat the eggs with a fork, slowly incorporating the flour from the edges.”

Nat concentrated, her tongue peeking out slightly as she carefully mixed the eggs and flour. “This is harder than it looks.”

Wanda chuckled. “It takes practice, but you’re doing great. Keep going until it forms a dough.”

As the mixture began to come together, Nat used her hands to knead it into a smooth ball. Wanda added a bit of olive oil, showing Nat how to work it into the dough. “Now we knead. Press it with the heel of your hand, fold it over, and repeat.”

Nat followed Wanda’s movements, finding a rhythm in the repetitive motions. “How long do we knead it?”

“About ten minutes, until it’s smooth and elastic,” Wanda replied. “You’re doing really well, Nat.”

After the dough was ready, they wrapped it in plastic wrap and set it aside to rest. Next, Wanda guided Nat through preparing the shrimp. “First, we need to devein and clean these,” Wanda explained, showing Nat how to remove the shells and veins from the shrimp.

Nat mimicked her, quickly getting the hang of it. “This isn’t so bad.”

“See? You’ve got this,” Wanda encouraged. “Now, let’s season them with some salt, pepper.”

With the shrimp prepped, they moved on to the sauce. Wanda handed Nat a small knife and a clove of garlic.

Nat carefully chopped the garlic, as wanda prepared the pan with olive oil, waiting for Nat to finish. “Great job, Nat.”

After wanda put the garlic into the pan it wasn't long before the aroma of garlic filled the kitchen as it cooked.

Wanda added heavy cream and white wine to the pan, stirring gently. “We’re making the sauce now. Let it simmer and thicken.”

While the sauce simmered, Wanda brought out the pasta dough. “Time to roll out the pasta,” she said, grabbing a rolling pin. “Dust the counter with flour and roll the dough out thinly.”

Nat rolled out the dough, amazed at how it transformed. “This is actually fun.”

Wanda laughed. “Cooking can be therapeutic. Now, we’ll cut the dough into thin strips for the fettuccine.”

They used a sharp knife to cut the pasta into even strips, laying them out to dry slightly. Wanda checked the sauce, adding grated Parmesan cheese and fresh basil. “The sauce is almost ready. Just needs a bit more time.”

Once everything was prepped, Wanda and Nat cooked the pasta in boiling water, watching as it floated to the top. They drained it and added it to the creamy Alfredo sauce, tossing in the cooked shrimp.

After they put everything together in the pot, Wanda’s phone rang, pulling her attention away from their cooking. She glanced at the screen and her face grew serious. “Clint? What’s up?”

Natasha watched Wanda’s expression intently. After a brief conversation, Wanda nodded and ended the call. “Alright, I’ll be there soon.”

Wanda said washing her hands she turns her attention to nat "I have to go someone is trying to rob a bank across town"

"Do you need my help?"

"I think I can handel it but what I do need you to do is fix things with y/n".

“What am I gonna do without your help?” Nat asked, her worry evident.

“Relax, Nat,” Wanda said, giving her a reassuring smile. “Just let the food cook on low for the next 20 minutes.” She hurried to pull on her jacket. “Uh, I’ll send you the recipe for the garlic bread. It’s simple. Call Y/N and see what time she’ll be home.”

Natasha nodded, trying to absorb Wanda’s calmness. “Okay. I’ll handle it.”

Wanda squeezed Nat’s shoulder reassuringly before rushing out. Alone in the kitchen, Nat took a deep breath and began preheating the oven. She gave herself a pep talk, muttering, “You’ve got this. Finish dinner, make her happy, apologize, and talk. Be honest and open. Don’t push her away.” She grabbed her phone and dialed Y/N’s number.

The phone rang for about a minute until Y/N picked up. “Hello?”

“Hey, are you at work right now?” Nat asked, her heart pounding.

There was silence for about ten seconds before Y/N responded. “I’m just getting off and heading to the store. We ran out of eggs and flour, and I need to get something to cook for dinner.”

Nat smiled slightly. “I already went to the store and bought groceries for the week.”

“You did?” Y/N sounded surprised.

“Yes. When will you be home?”

“I guess I can be home in less than 15 minutes.”

“Great. I’ll see you in 15 minutes,” Nat says.

“Oh...okay,” Y/N replied, still sounding puzzled.

After hanging up, Nat started setting up the bed neatly, placing Y/N’s basket of treats and goodies with care. She then returned downstairs, set the oven to preheat, and nervously began preparing the ingredients for the garlic bread.

She heard the door open and close, followed by Y/N’s worried voice. “Nat?” ~

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Fixing Us. Part 3.

Nat woke up later than usual, the weight of the previous night's conversation still heavy on her mind.

As she stretched out her limbs, groaning softly, she dragged herself off the couch and made her way up the stairs to the bathroom to start her morning routine.

Knocking on the bedroom door, she called out Y/N's name, but there was no response.

"Y/N?" Nat called out again, opening the door to find the neatly made bed, but Y/N was nowhere in sight. Disappointment washed over Nat as she assumed Y/N had gone out with Esther, especially since it was the weekend.

Shrugging off her disappointment, Nat proceeded with her morning routine, brushing her teeth and washing her face before reaching for her phone to text Wanda, asking if she had time to talk.

Shortly after, Wanda messaged Nat back, saying she was on her way back to the tower asking if Nat wanted to meet her there to talk.

With that, Nat grabbed her keys and made her way to the Avengers Tower.

~

At the tower, Wanda greeted Nat as she sat down at the kitchen table.

"What's up?" Wanda asked.

"I messed up, and I need some advice," Nat admitted.

"When you say that you've messed up and need advice, that makes me worry," Wanda replied, concern evident in her voice.

"It's nothing bad... well, it is bad, very bad, but not enough for you to worry," Nat assured her.

"Okay, so what is it this time? Did you get spotted by Hydra agents or punch someone in the face? Because those are things that I can't help with; you'll have to ask Tony," Wanda joked.

Tony walked into the kitchen, grabbing water. "Ask Tony what?" he chimed in.

"Nat needs advice," Wanda explained.

"Oh god, I can have my lawyer here in 15 minutes. Wanda, call Y/N to let her know that Nat is in safe hands," Tony teased.

"Tony!" Nat exclaimed.

"What?" Tony asked, looking confused.

"Why is the first thing you assume when I ask for help that I'm in some sort of legal trouble?" Nat retorted.

"Because I had to bail you out for getting into a bar fight," Tony replied nonchalantly.

"I was in the bar fight protecting you and your slick mouth, but that isn't important right now. This is serious," Nat countered.

"Right, right, sorry. So, what was the advice you needed?" Tony asked, now serious.

"I think Y/N and I are heading down the path of divorce," Nat confessed.

"You think?" Wanda asked, her brow furrowing.

"No, I know," Nat corrected.

"Okay, so what did you do wrong?" Tony inquired.

"Why do you always assume I'm the one messing up and doing something wrong?" Nat questioned.

"Because Y/N is a literal angel," Wanda interjected, and Tony added, "Just a guess. So, spill the beans. Just between us girls, what did you do wrong?"

Tony earned a side-eye from Wanda and Nat.

"Don't worry about him, continue," Wanda said, brushing off Tony's comment.

Nat sighed. "Last night, Y/N and I got into an argument outside the bar and another when we got home," she admitted. "From what I know, I've spent too much time with Maria for Y/N's liking. I'm not home enough, and at some point in the argument, I may have said something that hurt Y/N deeply."

"You did what?"

"I may have said something hurtful unintentionally. We were outside of the bar, and I asked her if she could tell if Carol was just her friend or someone who wanted to sleep with her."

"Nat—"

"I know, it was stupid. I said it without thinking, and I didn't realize how much my words hurt her last night."

"Well, this is a lot worse than I expected."

"It's not just that. I think Y/N might believe that I either cheated on her with Maria or that I am currently cheating."

"Well, are you?" Tony asked.

"No, Tony, I am not cheating on Y/N, nor do I plan on it. But she doesn't believe me."

"So let me get this straight—you and Y/N got into an argument last night because you're never home and you're always out with Maria. You said something hurtful, and now she might think that you're cheating on her?"

"Yeah, that's about right. I forgot to mention the part where if I don't fix things soon, Y/N said I could marry Maria."

"You're screwed."

"Tony, stop it."

"What do you want me to lie and say everything is going to be fine? Nat's marriage is hanging on the thinnest line I have ever seen."

"I know it's on a thin line, and I want to fix it before it's too late. I came here for your advice and opinions, not to be judged."

"Well, I've never been through this situation. I think you're a workaholic, and you're so busy that you forget that Y/N is a person too, not just someone that you just met or started dating. She's your wife, and she needs to feel loved, valued, and cherished," Wanda remarked, to which Nat nodded before turning her attention to Tony.

"How did you fix things with Pepper?"

"Well, we have had our fair share of disagreements, but I'd have to say communication. You can be mad at each other, but you can't fix the problem if you don't know what the other is mad about," Tony shared.

"I tried walking in Pepper's shoes for the day, and it wasn't easy. She manages a lot of things for me, including press conferences. She helps in the lab, and when she and Wanda are taking turns, she helps cook dinner and clean up around the entire tower," Tony continued with a sigh.

"The point I'm trying to make is, don't get so mad easily and understand things from Y/N's point of view. Try and make her day easier. If she cooks breakfast, you wash the dishes. If she washes and dries the clothes, you fold them and put them up. If she's having a bad day, go out and get her favorite snacks or comfort food. Show her that you really care. It's 50/50, not 95/5 percent. Y/N is a good one; don't lose her by being stupid. It's the bare minimum," Tony concluded.

"Where do I start?"

"You can start by taking some time off work and showing Y/N that you really care. What's something that Y/N really likes?"

"She's not really a fan of really public things that are in crowded places or expensive gifts. She likes more thoughtful gifts that took time and effort."

"Maybe you can clean up the apartment, reorganize some things."

"The apartment is always clean. Y/N doesn't even like shoes going past the carpet."

"Maybe you can make her something."

"What if I cook her dinner?"

"You want to cook?" Tony asked, surprised.

"Yes, why?"

"The last time you tried to cook, you almost set the kitchen on fire."

"I didn't know what I was doing back then, but if it makes Y/N happy, I'll do anything."

"What's Y/N's favorite food?" Tony asked.

"She likes shrimp alfredo and homemade garlic toast. That's one of her favorites," Nat replied.

"Okay, shrimp alfredo and toast. What's your plan after dinner?" Wanda inquired.

"To try and get her to talk to me and hope it doesn't turn into an argument. Maybe I can get her some of her favorite things from the store to lighten her mood," Nat explained.

"It's a good start. It's getting late; we should get to the store and make dinner before Y/N gets off work," Wanda suggested.

"Y/N has a job?" Nat asked, surprised.

"Yes, you didn't know? She said she was tired of being in the house by herself all day," Wanda revealed, making Nat reflect on how close Y/N and Wanda had become.

"Well, we should get going," Wanda said after noticing Nat's silence.

"We should head out. Thank you, Tony," Nat said, acknowledging Tony before leaving the kitchen with Wanda.

"Yeah, yeah, go fix things with Y/N before I tell Fury you're breaking her heart," Tony teased as Nat and Wanda walked out of the kitchen.

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Fixing Us. Part 2.

Nat ran her hands through her hair, letting out a heavy sigh as she started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

The incessant beeping of the car grated on her nerves when she realized Y/N had unbuckled her seatbelt.

Prompting her to reach over and fasten her seatbelt once again, her eyes flickering over to Y/N, who remained silent, her thoughts a mystery.

The drive home felt interminable, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Nat opted for silence, hoping Y/N would have time to sober up before they broached the conversation awaiting them.

As they reached the parking garage, Nat parked the car and turned her attention to Y/N.

"lyubov,"Nat said, but Y/N didn't respond. Nat let out a sigh as she got out and opened the door for Y/N, who stepped out wordlessly, her gaze fixed on the ground.

They ascended the stairs, each step echoing the growing distance between them.

Inside their apartment, Y/N discarded her heels and headed upstairs, Nat trailing behind her. Nat grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge before joining Y/N in their shared bedroom. The sight of Y/N's dress strewn on the floor and the bathroom light casting a soft glow only added to Nat's unease.

"Y/N," Nat called out softly, her voice carrying a hint of concern.

A muffled "what" was Y/N's response as the sound of the shower filled the room.

Leaning against the wall, Nat waited for Y/N to come out. When she did, Nat's eyes drifted from Y/N's laced bra to the tattoos adorning Y/N's body, a new revelation that caught her off guard.

"When did you get tattoos?" Nat's voice carried a mix of curiosity and confusion.

Y/N's response was short, "When I wanted to."

The tension in the room escalated as Nat pressed further, "Were you going to tell me?"

Y/N's reply was blunt, "I guess you were either going to find out eventually or we were going to get a divorce before you saw them."

Confusion clouded Nat's features, "Why would we be getting a divorce?"

"I don't know, Nat. Why would we?" Y/N's retort was sharp, her frustration bubbling to the surface.

Nat felt her patience waning, "What's your problem tonight? So much attitude and backtalk. I asked you a simple question, can you not answer that?"

Y/N's eyes narrowed, "My problem, Nat, is that you dragged me out of the bar when I was just having fun, all because you were jealous that I was dancing with someone you work with".

"I dragged you out of the bar because you had obviously been drinking, and it was a safety concern this late at night," Nat countered, her voice firm.

"Yes, sure, it was totally about a safety concern.Where you are insinuating that I'm some sort of slut? Also a safety concern?" Y/N's tone was sharp, her frustration palpable.

"What? I never called you that," Nat replied, taken aback by Y/N's accusation.

"Oh, but you meant it by asking me if Carol was really just a friend or someone who was trying to get into my pants. It's bold of you to assume that I would sleep with Carol." Y/N's voice carried a mix of hurt and defiance.

"That's not what I meant, Y/N. I know you wouldn't cheat on me," Nat responded, trying to diffuse the tension.

"Yeah, and it's too bad that I can't say the same thing." Y/N's words cut through the air, laden with disappointment.

Nat felt a pang of guilt and confusion. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, her voice softer now, tinged with concern.

"It means I've been here every day for the last four fucking years alone, while you go out to work, parties, and hang out with your friends. Maybe I'm tired of waiting around for you to come home and acknowledge me, to act like we're actually married," Y/N's emotions spilled out, her voice cracking with pent-up frustration.

Nat's heart sank at Y/N's revelation. "I didn't know you felt like this," she admitted, her voice filled with remorse.

"Of course you didn't. You were too busy spending time with Maria—'oh, Maria invited me out to eat,' 'I'm going to dinner with Maria.' You're obviously not getting what you want from me, so you're getting it somewhere else," Y/N's voice cracked with emotion, revealing the depth of her hurt.

Before Nat could respond, Y/N uttered words that pierced her heart, "Something better change, Nat, or you can marry Maria."

With that, Y/N stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her, leaving Nat grappling with the weight of her words and the realization of the rift that had formed between them.

~

After Y/N left Nat to shower, Nat found herself consumed by thoughts of where everything went wrong. She reached for her phone and sent a message to Tony, requesting some time off.As she finished texting Tony, she was surprised to see Y/N emerging from the bathroom.

"Oh, you're still here," Y/N remarked casually as she headed to the closet to grab clothes.

"I live here," Nat replied, her tone tinged with a hint of sadness.

"Yeah, I forget that sometimes," Y/N admitted as she slipped into a nightgown and grabbed a pillow and a throw from the bed.

"What are you doing?" Nat inquired, watching as Y/N prepared to leave the room.

"I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight," Y/N announced matter-of-factly.

"You can have the bed," Y/N said, gesturing to it.

Nat sighed, feeling a pang of guilt, "I don't want to sleep in it alone if you're not there, and sleeping on the couch hurts your back."

Nat took the pillow and blanket from Y/N. Y/N was taken aback by Nat's unexpected consideration. She never realized that Nat actually listened when she complained about her back hurting after their movie marathons.

"Goodnight, Y/N," Nat said softly, giving her space as she headed downstairs with her pillow and blanket.

She laid down on the couch, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts of how to fix their fractured relationship.

Eventually, exhaustion claimed her, and she drifted off to sleep, hoping for a resolution in the morning.

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Fixing Us. Part 1.

Y/N found herself stuck in a relentless routine.

Each passing day seemed to blur into the next, a disheartening repetition of Nat's absence and Y/N's solitary dinners.

As the hours ticked by, Y/N couldn't shake the gnawing suspicion that Nat's late nights were more than just work obligations.

Despite her longing for connection, Y/N's attempts to bridge the growing chasm between her and Nat fell on deaf ears.

The once vibrant bond they shared now felt like a distant memory, leaving Y/N feeling adrift in a sea of loneliness.

Determined to reclaim her sense of self-worth, Y/N went out on a journey of self-discovery.

Early morning jogs and a part-time job designing clothes provided a temporary distraction, but it was the tattoos that became her solace.

Venturing out with friends offered a fleeting escape from the monotony of her daily life.

Tonight was one of these nights where Y/N met Carol.

There was something familiar about her, a warmth that drew Y/N in like a moth to a flame.

Y/N was sitting at the bar watching others dance while stirring her drink with her straw.

"Do you usually come to bars just to watch others dance?" a voice says, making Y/N look up, shaking her head.

"I thought this was a lounge," Y/N says, smiling a bit.

"It's both," Carol says, putting her hand out for Y/N to shake while saying her name.

"Carol."

Y/N looks at Carol's hand before shaking it, saying, "Y/N."

"It's nice to meet you again, Y/N."

"Likewise."

The pair had met before a few times at some old work events and ran into each other a few weeks ago at this same lounge.

"I don't want to sound rude, but you used to work at SHIELD, right?" Carol asked, her eyes alight with curiosity.

Y/N nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, I did. But I left a few years ago," she replied, her voice tinged with regret.

"Why did you leave?"

"I wanted to start a new chapter of my life, and it just wasn't the right fit anymore."

Carol's gaze lingered on Y/N, a silent understanding passing between them. "I can imagine it must have been a difficult decision," she remarked, her tone sympathetic.

Y/N shrugged, a pang of longing tugging at her heart. "It was. But sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the ones you love, even if they aren't willing to do the same for you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Carol nodded, understanding. As it got a bit quiet, Y/N said, "So what brings the great Captain Marvel here?"

"So you do know who I am," Carol replied, amused.

"Maybe."

"How come you never spoke?"

"I was shy and newlywed. My main focus was on work and getting home to my wife. I didn't have time back then."

"Wife, huh?"

"Natasha," Y/N says, taking a sip of her drink.

"Nat's married?" Carol asks, a bit shocked.

"Surprisingly yes, but she seems to forget that a lot."

"Just to be clear, you mean Romanoff, right? And you're still married?" Carol questions.

"Four years," Y/N says, halfway flashing her ring before saying, "probably not for much longer anyway."

Carol notices Y/N's mood change before asking Y/N if she would like to dance. Y/N is hesitant before she says yes, gently grasping the hand Carol put out for her to grab as she pulled her to the dance floor.

As carol pulled y/n through the crowd of sweety bodys they found themselves in the middle of the dance floor.

"Do you know this song?" Carol asks to which y/n shakes her head no.

"Iv never heard it"

"Good just let your body move to the beat follow me".

There wasn't any rush or anything; the two were just having fun like only friends. Carol even spun Y/N a few times. The time seemed to fly by; what only felt like an hour of dancing turned out to be three as the two made their way back to the bar to get some water. They arrived at the same time as Nat.

"Y/N," Nat asks, surprised to see her wife.

"Hi, Nat," Y/N replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Nat's gaze flickered between Y/N and Carol, a hint of jealousy flashing in her eyes before she turned her attention back to Y/N. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly, though her heart raced with apprehension. "Just out for a drink with friends," she replied, her eyes darting between Nat and Carol.

"Where are your friends?" Nat asked, slightly looking around.

"Lilly went home, and Esther is still dancing, so I'm with my new friend Carol," Y/N answered back.

"I didn't know you were friends with Carol," Nat said.

"You don't know all my friends," Y/N responded.

Nat didn't take Y/N's nonchalant yet sassy tone lightly.

"Then why are you at a bar you hate bars and clubs"

"Its also a lounge" y/n says.

"Its both"carol says making y/n smile as she turned her head to look at carol. Nat noticed this and she didn't like it.

As she eyed carol she gently grabbed Y/N's cup out of her hand, sitting it down, and grabbing Y/N's hand before looking at Carol.

"Excuse me; I think it's time my wife and I head home."

Before Y/N or Carol could say anything, Nat practically dragged Y/N to the front door, only being able to give Carol an apologetic look as she and Nat made it to the front of the bar but stopped at a table.

"Sorry I have to leave early,theres something y/n and i need to discuss"

As the team looks at Y/N, saying their hi's.

"You look beautiful, Lady Y/N," Thor says, making Y/N smile a bit while saying thank you

"Are you sure you don't want to stay drinks are on me" tony says as everyone at the table cheers.

"Yeah you guys should totally stay"carol says, which makes Nat only drag Y/N along further out of the bar after saying they couldnt towards the car.

Halfway there, Y/N finally gets out of Nat's grip.

"What is wrong with you, Nat, dragging me out of the bar like a psychopath?"

"What is wrong with Y/N being out this late at night by yourself?"

"I wasn't by myself."

"You know what I mean; I'm taking you home. End of discussion," Nat says, raising her voice a bit.

"No," Y/N says finally putting her foot down.

"What did you just say?" Nat asks.

"I said no," Y/N said before saying, "I'm going to go back into that bar and order me another shot and then another, and I'm going to have fun".

"You can have fun tomorrow when its bright outside and there are less drunk people there"

"I can protect myself natasha"

"Can you? Can you really because its been four years since you were an agent and had any type of training"

"Yeah and whos fault is that because it's not mine"

"What"

"You heard me your Your the reason that i quit being an agent your the reason why i havent trained in four years"

"because you got hurt on a mission,due to not being able to tell friend from foe"nat says making y/n scoff.

"Im perfectly capable from telling friends from foe"

"Then can you tell if carol your friend or just someone who wants to sleep with you"nat says without thinking making y/n feel hurt.

"What i can tell is that your being a dick,just because you have one doesn't mean you have to be one"

Y/n says walking backwards towards the bar saying"You can go home by yourself."y/n says turning around and walking towards the bar.

Its not long after she hears nat say" I'm going home, you're coming with me."

Before y/n knew it she was lifted off of her feet and thrown over someone's shoulder,nats shoulder.

Y/N truly forgot how strong nat was well...is.

"Put me down natasha"

Y/n says smacking nats back trying to get her to let go,but nat dosen't respond to it.

So y/n smacks nats back and butt harder in response nat hit y/n's butt hard enough to make her yelp and jump.

Nat tightens her grip so that she doesn't drop y/n,but there is no doubt that it will leave a mark in the morning.

"That isn't very nice is it?"nat asks but y/n doesn't respond she only continues to try and get out of nats grip.

Eventually y/n gives up realizing there is nothing she can do to get nat to let go.

Nat carries Y/N to the car, gently putting her down in the front seat, buckling her seat belt.

Before slamming the front door and walking around and getting in and closing the door.