BLACK WIDOW SERIES AU
Natasha Romanoff x GN Reader
Summary - natasha is the ceo of a designer fashion brand Black Widow , you are her Crea
It was six in the morning, and you were catching the subway into the city to your job at Black Widow, an up and coming designer brand .
You sipped your coffee and prayed today went smoothly . There was a team meeting which you knew was just going to be your boss , Natasha Romanoff, demanding everyone , mostly you, to do better.
She had it out for you and you were certain of it , anything she had a problem with.. it was now your problem . You swear you'd be an alcoholic from stress if you had the free time to drink but most nights you stay until early morning working on anything she needed ..you ran around like a puppy on a leash for her and you weren't even her damn assistant
You were Creative Director , so seasonal themes , staff hire and apparently natashas personal punching bag were all your responsibility at this company .
As you pushed through the heavy glass doors to the building , Wanda at the front desk gave you a sympathetic smile
"she asked for me didn't she" you sighed , already feeling that bit anxiety in the pit of your stomach start to rise
"She did ...she told me to tell you to go to her office as soon as you arrived" Wanda replied sheepishly "it's okay Wanda thank you"
You didn't bother stopping off at your office on the way to leave your bag and coat because anymore time added on to however long Natasha was already waiting for you would just be a pain in the ass for you .
*knock knock*
"Come in" Natashas voice rang through her office . You opened the door and walked through , closing it gently behind you . You told yourself you would stand tall and refuse to let her bully you but as soon as you seen her stern stare you broke .
"your late" she spat
you quickly checked the clock on her wall to be certain which you were that you were actually early ..
"Im actually early , I don't start till seven fifteen" you replied confused , looking back to the redhead who raised an eyebrow and looked you up and down in distain "your aware you work with a designer brand right ? yet you come to work everyday looking like a washed up hobo"
You usually took pride in the way you looked and your style , sure it wasn't everyone's cup of tea but you enjoyed expressing yourself through clothes , that's why you got a job in fashion but it was making out to be far harder to deal with than you thought
"fix it" Natasha added , crossing her legs and leaning back into her chair "was there something you needed me for" you asked , choosing to ignore her jab at your style and to redirect it to the reason she called for you
"yes , these spreadsheets are disastrous.. we are not doing a fashion show in Milan in the middle of winter" you furrowed your eyebrows together not exactly understanding what she was rejecting "but the faux coat line will be on the runway , it goes with the theme I mean you hardly want to buy a faux winter coat in hot weather-" your ramble was cut short by her slamming the folder down onto the table
"I said change it" she demanded sternly
"with all due respect natasha I can't just change-" her second time to interrupt you
"I didn't ask Y/N ! now are you going to do it or do i need to find someone who is better equipped for the job!" she scolded .
"no , I'll do it" you caved , agreeing to change the whole venue to a whole other country for a show that's in less than a month "good , now get out of my face" Natasha shooed you out of her office with her hand and you felt utterly embaressed like a child after being scolded by a teacher in school ..her assistant Maria heard every word and gave you a small smile of support as you walked passed .
You fell into your office chair , you could already feel the tears rising but you refused to let them fall , you were sick of the way she treated you and its only gotten worse over the last few weeks , when she first started she barely even looked your way and now she was at your heels every second of every day , even when you were home she was sending you emails about work things .
Your deep breathes were interrupted by one of the designers , Tony.
"Sorry, Y/N , we finished the next piece if you would like to take a look at it ?" He offered , peeping his head around your door "yeah , yeah sure I'll be there in a second" he nodded and left you , giving you a couple seconds to write down today's agenda on a sticky note and slap it on your laptop
'change everything'
Multitasking was something you grew good at , while helping Tony decide on finishing touches you were ringing venue's to see where was available on such short notice for such a big event "what if we do linen lining so even in autumn it can be worn?" Tony suggested "that's a great idea , everyone hates having to buy different coats so if we make it suitable for mild to cold weather , not too warm for cooler months and not too thick for colder months , perfect get on that we will discuss it more in todays meeting" you agreed and left to continue calling venues
Sitting down to your desk you could see an email from Natasha and it was all the countries and venues she did not want which was nearly 90% of the ones you had available
"oh my god" you sobbed , letting the frustration get the better of you . You ran your hands over your face and held back the urge to scream .
Three hours .
That's how long it took to find the perfect venue and organise eveything so it was to Natashas standards which were out of this world high .
Meeting time approached and you hadn't even had lunch yet , luckily it was just the team involved with the show wrapping up all the technicalities and finalising the important stuff , knowing you had your end sorted didn't help ease the anxiety in your stomach because Natasha could easily refuse this venue too .
You swallowed down the bile that rose to your throat and took your seat at the big table in the conference room , people filtered in , taking their seats and engaging in small talk . You sat at the end of the table which faced Natashas at the front of the room .
When she entered the table went quiet "afternoon everyone , let's make this quick I have else where to be"
Of course she does , you thought to yourself as you opened your folder "Tony had completed forty seven out of the fifty two pieces , we decided going with a linen lining for the last five to accommodate the warmer months , James has the guest list sent out to all the major news outlets and invites have been received by everyone's management , your pilot is prepared for any weather changes or layovers and has the greenlight from the airports to enter-" you were just about finished when she interrupted you . You took a breathe for the first time since you started talking , slightly shaking at the thought of what she was about to say
"sounds good but uh let's scrap the linen lining , it's a winter line they want the coats to be warm ..that's the point is it not" Natasha teased and if she was nice you would consider it playful but it was just downright rude , a couple of people at the table chuckled politely at her obvious attempt at being funny but it didn't suit her and their laugher made you see red , the audacity was just unbelieve and you snapped
"nothing is ever good enough for you" You spat under your breathe ,rolling your eyes but Natasha along with a handful of people caught it , Natashas eyes widened slightly but she controlled herself until the end of the meeting
"That all sounds good , everyone dismissed , Y/N ..my office now'" she snapped
Oh god
You followed Natasha to her office , she held the door opened for you , letting you walk in first before she closed the door behind her and unleashed the beast on you
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME INFRONT OF EVEEYONE LIKE THAT"
"how dare i" you scoffed , rolling your eyes again
"STOP DOING THAT , DO YOU HAVE ANY RESPECT I MEAN COME ON Y/N YOU CANT EVEN DO YOUR JOB RIGHT AND NOW YOUR TRYING TO CHANGE THE LINE ? WHAT KIND OF IDIOT ARE YOU!"
You partially zoned out on Natasha screaming at you, the anxiety and anger fighting each other to see which bubbled to the surface first and it must've been your unlucky day because it was the anger
"ALRIGHT !" you screamed back , Natasha was so taken aback she shut up
"I am sick and tired of how you bully me ! eveything I do for this company , every fucking hour I spend in this office losing sleep and not eating so YOUR designs are up to your standard and YOU CANT EVEN TREAT ME WITH HUMAN FUCKING DECENCY" your rant had slowly turned into sobs , your voice broke several times while shouting at Natasha and although your pretty sure snot was rolling down your lips you continued to shout , your voice becoming raspier with every sentence
"you..you belittle in infront of everyone daily and everyone is so scared of you so they never say anything but you are a horrible boss , you are cold and stern and you care for nobody but yourself" you continued .
Natasha stood , frozen almost watching you completely lose it infront of her and she was the one who drove you to it .
"Y/N.." she whispered but you ignored her attempt to interrupt you , if you didn't get it out now you never would , you wiped the snot and tears from your face and continued "I don't know why you even keep me here if I'm so terrible at my job , I mean if I can't do anything right just hire someone else ! because I am sick and tired of how you make me feel and i-"
Natasha was becoming impatient being unable to get a word in edgeways with you so she shouted at you "BECAUSE I CANT!" you stopped once you seen how Natashas demeanour changed , she seemed frazzled and upset
"I can't fire you because I can't stand not seeing you everyday" she started " and I can't stand being around you because everyday you come in and your chatty and polite to everyone and you have this stupid gorgeous smile on your face and all I want to do is be in your precence but I can't because I'm supposed to be the boss and I have to be stern and in charge and I'm jealous okay ! I'm jealous you can dress how you want and do what you want and be free from this job once you go home"
Natasha was now standing infront of you , her own eyes glassy "but those are just bigger excuses for the real reason why I'm so terrible to you , I'm falling for you and I tried not to , to stop it or to even be as mean as I could to push you away but even then I can't shake these feelings and it frustrates the life out of me , i feel like a love sick teenager and i hate it "
You stared blankly at the red head "so you've been terrorising me for the last month over a stupid crush" you repeated making sure you had this right "yes ..and y/n I am sorry"
You laughed , you actually laughed out loud uncontrollably for a few seconds until you caught your breathe , Natasha looked at you slightly confused until you stopped and spoke
"I would never like someone as horrible as you" You spat angrily "you have caused me absolute misery the past four weeks and if you want to fire me because your embaressed one of your staff finally talked back to you then by all means do it , I'm sure I could find somewhere far nicer to work"
Natasha shook her head and stepped backwards out of your space "no your not fired ..your free to go" you didn't even bother with her anymore and left , letting her office door slam on your way out.
Nick "if I have them (kids), they'll call me Fury" Fury never had biological children, no
But what he did have, was a cocky, half alien superhero who went to be the Avengers for every other planet in the galaxy, but still held onto the hope that maybe he'd need her again
He had an ex Russian spy so hellbent on getting rid of the red in her ledger that she forgot to keep herself safe and happy, so she slept on the sofa in his office, knowing she'd always be safe there
He had an agent so confident he'd seen her make grown men cry with a single look, but still cried when he 'died', because there was a doubt, a panic, that he'd never wake up again
Nick Fury had kids. He had 3 daughters. Each one so painfully independent, but ultimately reliant on his constant presence, his unwavering loyalty.
Nick Fury had kids, and they all called him Nick
EDIT: 100 NOTES!! THANK YOU THIS WAS LITERALLY A SLEEP DEPRIVED RAMBLE
You waited until everyone was doing their usual friday evening activities until you left the compound . You did this every friday, and usually, nobody would question you . Most knew you would disappear for a couple of hours and then return, but a certain red head was more curious than others .
"Where are you going?" Nat questioned when she caught you about to go out the door "uh just out for a while , I'll see you later, " you left ,not giving the older woman another chance to question you .
Something wasn't sitting right with Natasha from the moment she noticed your weekly excursions , she hadn't followed you yet, but only because she thought she would be able to interrogate it out of you .
Monday morning came and you were all rudely awoken by Fridays announcement
"Mr Start requests you all in the conference room , immediately!"
You wiped the sleep from your eyes and threw on a pair of joggers and a hoodie and shuffled your way down the hall and into the elevator , taking it to the first floor where Tony was waiting . As you all filled the room he spread his stern expression around the room
"Shield has been compromised , we suspect hydra but this only could've happened from the inside" He started "which means we have a mole , Bruce and Maria pinpointed the location of the device used to hack our systems and it came from this building which means there's just over a hundred personel that need to be backround checked , quickly and violently"
Natasha looked towards you , her expression cold . She spoke up, not taking her eyes off you. "y/n where do you go every week , same day , same time " you rolled your eyes at the widow .
Of course she suspects you
"I'm not the mole," you answered swiftly, "then answer the question." Nat pushed . You began to get irritated by her persistent pushing "none of your business romanoff," you snapped
Eyes started to turn and land on you , Wanda attempted to read your mind, but you blocked her. "Stay out of my head, Wanda," you warned , still glaring at Natasha, who had her arms crossed .
"Y/n isn't the mole," Bruce defended , trying to help you out, but it only raised more questions. "You know where she goes ? Well, spill the tea, Banner. " Tony teased, but Bruce shook his head "its nothing bad , trust me, she's definitely not hydra, and it's not important"
"Okay, what the hell is going on here?" Steve interrupted. "Run me through all your systems. You'll find nothing but my decade-long commitment to shield " you butted in , standing up abruptly and walking towards the door "even better , ask Fury . he will tell you exactly what I have" you made sure to look directly at Natasha before finishing "it's none of your fucking business" .
Anger flowing through your veins, you needed to leave and so you did . You got into your car and drove to your safe place , the place you sneak off to every week .
Home
You hadn't expected Natasha to slip out of the meeting and follow you , you honestly wouldn't expect any of the team members to stoop so low but here you were , being tailed by the red headed assassin .
Natasha parked across the street when she saw you park outside a house and get out , she watched you walk to the door and knock . she rolled down her window foe a better view and when the door open she was surprised to see a young girl jump into your arms and a woman around your age hug you and invite you in .
You had a family ...a secret family
Natasha made sure she wasn't made and left as quick as she arrived , feeling guilty she followed you but also very interested to know why you were so adamant about hiding your family , plenty of the team have loved ones .
You didn't stay away from the compound long , knowing you would eventually have to go back and help find out who the mole is . Walking into the shared kitchen / living room area in the compound and making your way over to the fridge for a drink Natasha spoke up from her seat at the island beside Sam
"Listen, y/n , I'm sorry for giving you the third degree earlier .. I should've trusted you." You could see she was genuine, so you nodded in acceptance of the apology . As you were walking out of the room, your phone rang , a familiar number .
"Hey , did I leave something behind?" You were cut off by a man's voice "y/n y/l/n .. Oh, how I've waited to hear your voice again. " You froze , recognising the voice immediately "
"You know , you're very hard to find ..if it weren't for your red-headed teammate, I would've never found them, but oh well , thanks for keeping such good care of them for me"
The line went dead and you saw red , your entire body fizzing with anger . You marched over to Natasha and in one swift motion turned her chair , grabbed her by the jacket and lifted her into the air to slam her body down against the kitchen island
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO" You screamed at the shocked woman beneath you , Nat tried to pull your arms off her but your super soilder strenght had the upper hand , Sam and Scott rushed to grapple you and get you off the red head but you had changed your grip to her throat "YOU FOLLOWED ME AND NOW HE HAS THEM , THEY ARE GONE BECAUSE OF YOU" you picked her up and threw her to the floor . You pushed both men off you once Tony , Steve and Bruce ran into the room hearing the commotion.
Steve helped Natasha tk her feet who was struggling to catch her breathe "what the hell happened here!" Tony shouted , looking between the two of "your precious black window has just killed the only people important to me!" You spat . Bruce's eyes widened "no" he whispered "what do you mean?" Steve pressed further "she followed me ! SHE FUCKING FOLLOWED ME AND SHE WAS FOLLOWED You fucking-YOU-FUCK!"
You began to panic , running your hands through your hair , pacing the room . Wanda rushed to your side to try to calm you "my family , hydra has my family" you croaked out , tears threatening to spill , and he will kill them unless he gets me" you added , finally dropping to the ground to sob into your knees . Natasha stood , tears in her own eyes , feeling sick to her stomach and sick to regret for what she just caused .
After the team gave you time to calm yourself , you all gathered in the conference room "I need to know more y/n if we are going to find your family" Tony said sympathetically . You took a deep breathe , you were about to uproot a passed you had long buried "Baron Strucker is my father , those two girls are my sisters , Malia and Lyla . Eighteen and six years old" you shot Natasha a glance and the colour was all but drained from her face "fifteen years ago shield stormed a hydra base in the mountains of Germany , Strucker had already injected me with super soilder serum , hoping I would fight on his side but I took my girls and I ran ..straight into the arms of shield"
"You gave your location away" Steve assumed "yes , he experimented on me from when I was eight years old until the breach . I knew he was going to do the same to my sisters and i couldn't let him ..they were just kids"
Wanda reached across the table and held your "so were you" You cleared your throat and continued "Fury faked our deaths and sent confirmation to struckers pack of dogs , it's been quiet but a month ago I got a tip that there was agents in America, his agents . So every week I've been visiting and preparing them but he must have caught them off guard , god um" you chocked back the sobs "please Tony , the things he will do to them , they won't survive"
Tony nodded and with the help of Bruce and shield they managed to track a location in New York that hydra had been spotted around an empty warehouse "okay let's go" Steve said , standing "y/n" Natasha called , trying to grab your hand but you pulled it away "make no mistake , I will have your back out there but once I get my girls , I'm done with you . I will never forgive you for this"
Summary - natasha is the ceo of a designer fashion brand Black Widow , you are her Creative Director and apparently the bane of her existence. She bullies you on the daily and makes you slowly loathe her to the point you break and have a full blown argument with her in her office
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Natasha sat in her thoughts all morning, debating wether to just walk down the hall to your office . She would be lying if she said she didn't feel some relief from confessing her feelings last night, but she also knows her behaviour wasn't the best course of action and she was prepared to apologise everyday until you forgave her but she couldn't move from her chair so instead she called for Maria .
"do you need something ?" Maria questioned, entering the office "yes will you drop this down to y/n's office for me please she needs to sign off on a few things" Maria knew Natasha didn't just want you to sign a few things ..she could've just made Maria email you "sureeee but I don't think she's in yet" Natasha checked the clock and it was ten past when you would normally arrive "but she is usually early ?" It wasn't so much a question more of a worry to which Maria just shrugged and left the office .
You were late..in fact you didn't bother showing up today . You asked Wanda to collect a few bits from your desk that evening and drop them over to your place .
"Hey , thanks for grabbing these for me , I appreciate it" you thanked as soon as you opened the door to the shorter brunette "you know I don't mind doing it , how are you ?" She asked, giving you her best sympathetic smile she usually gives you when she knows you are having a hard time.
"Ah, I'm fine , I just couldn't face the office today," you replied , plopping down onto your couch and waiting for Wanda to join, which she did. "You mean her ?" you nodded "she came by your office you know" Wanda commented "to scold me for how I spoke to her I'm sure" you scoffed "actually no" Wanda interrupted "she came when I was gathering your things and asked where you were and if you were sick"
Natasha suddenly being nice to you was a shock for sure, but you had a feeling it was only so she could keep you on as creative director for the show seems as you practically organised it all yourself
"what did you say" Wanda smirked "I told her you were taking a well deserved day off and left her standing at your office door like a lost puppy" Wanda was proud when she told you what she said to your boss and you laughed along with her "ill probably get fired but I don't care" Wanda shrugged , you shook your head and replied "no she won't fire you , she can't afford to lose her best receptionist slash model" you teased "it was ONE cover shoot y/n let it go !" You laughed when Wanda dramatically slapped your arm "hey I'm just saying your a sight for sore eyes we could use your bone structure on the cover more" Wanda did her signature dramatic bow and giggled "right well I better go , Vis will be waiting for me" you nodded and showed your friend to the door .
The next morning, you knew you would have to go to work because you had a shoot with one of the models , Yelena ... who just so happened to be Natashas, much nicer sister .
Walking down the corridor you passed Natashas office , you locked eyes for a second before looking away and ignoring her stare , when you entered the room you use for shoots Yelena was in the chair getting her hair and make up done "heyyy" Yelena greeted with a smile "my favorite little Russian, how are you" You smiled and replied "good , ready for this shoot im looking forward to it"
Halfway through the shoot , Natasha showed up . You groaned internally and just tried to ignore her presence until she was standing right beside you "are you going to try ignore me for forever ? we work together that's not exactly possible y/n" she whisper spoke so not to interrupt the people working "yes actually that's the plan" you replied shortly , Natasha sighed heavily "Look I know I deserve the cold shoulder but there's still a level of professionalism I'd like to maintain so it's not exactly peachy when staff see the way you behave towards me" you scoffed and shook your head
Unbelievable
"maybe you should have thought about that before you behaved like a child" you snapped and moved away from her , otherwise your sure you would've punched her in her pretty face
Yelena watched your encounter with her sister carefully and when you approached her while she was changing into the next outfit she questioned you "she's trying her best to apologise you know" you sighed but didn't reply . You hated the fact people in work knew and even talked about your very clear tension with Natasha "I know she is a bitch trust me , I'm her sister I can say that but she isn't great with emotion , our family wasn't exactly all loving"
"you turned out alright" you shot back teasingly and yelena chuckled "yeah well I didn't work for our step father for ten years so I wasn't molded into a cold heartless-sister! I was just telling y/n here that I'm going to be joining you at the show at the end of the month" your not exactly sure Natasha believed yelena wasn't talking about her but she didn't question it "yes , I left the guest list on her desk but she didn't show up to work yesterday " you rolled your eyes "I read it this morning" Yelena looked between the two of you and could feel the tension burning and not the hot kind.
Over the next two weeks Natasha tried her best to be kind and understanding of your snappy and cold demeanour towards her but you couldn't care less for her new personality change , you despised her and even more so now that she was trying to be nice .
"this is great team thank you and you can all go home early this evening and enjoy your weekends" Natasha said at the end of the meeting , people were happily chatting while leaving the room where as you just went straight back to your office .
You lifted your head when you noticed someone out of the corner of your eye standing at your office door "hey , coffee" Maria said holding up the to go cup and placing it on your desk "thanks Maria" she nodded "don't thank me , Natasha got it for you" You stopped mid sip "like she physically went to an actual coffee shop and bought me a coffee " you asked surprised and Maria nodded "she did ..she also went out of her way to ask the barista your usual" you knew what Maria was trying to do and you weren't falling for it "are you trying to soften the blow as her friend or mine" Maria shrugged "how about both? , ill see you later heading off for the night" you said goodbye to Maria and began packing up yourself to go home , you refused to do anymore late nights for the sake of Natasha doing less work.
On your way out you could hear Natasha on the phone , you would be lying if you said you didn't stand and listen in for a couple of seconds .
"I understand your a shareholder but this is my company , I'm not letting you come in and change things just because you threw a little money at it Dreykov ! No ! NO, I'm doing things my way, and if you don't like that, then pull out. I refuse to be controlled by you any longer !" You quickly left before she noticed you were standing there listening .
Dreykov ..that must be her stepfather .
*time skip two weeks*
Spain was the option Natasha chose for the show and you can't say your complaining . Although it was a winter collection, you were enjoying the sun on your face as you walked from the car to your hotel .
You , Wanda , Maria and Natasha were staying in the hotel closest to the venue and of course it was one of the more expensive ones ...billed to the company .
Natasha had you orgainse a make up and hair team for you all but you passed on that group activity , you didn't want to spend anymore time with that woman than you had to so you just got ready in your hotel room .
Once you were finished and ready you went to check on the progress of the women , entering the room the sting of hairspray hit your eyes and you could smell several different types of perfume and products floating around the room .
"are you all nearly finished , we have an hour until we have to be at the venue" you asked , walking around to face the three women "woah y/n you look so good!!" Wanda fangirled , spinning you around to get a good look , you decided to go all out as much as you hate dressing fancy you loved this black tailored suit Tony made and it went perfect with your blonde hair .
"yeah y/n you look smoking , don't they Nat" Maria added , elbowing Natasha who was blushing a little too much for her liking while she tried to focus on her phone "yeah , y-you look lovely y/n" Nat stuttered. You cleared your throat awkwardly and changed the subject "Hurry up or ill leave without you all" you warned .
Walking through the floods of paparazzi and into the venue you could see a sea full of famous faces , you greeted some you were familiar with and organised for the waiters to begin bringing out beverages and such to the guests .
"it seems a bit weird to have a winter collection presented in one of the hottest countries" you heard from someone behind you and you couldn't help but scoff in agreement you just hoped it didn't put too much of a downer on the show .
As the show began you were back stage making sure eveything ran smoothly , Tony had the models dressed and lined up ready to begin the walk . The music started and the first set of models were sent out . Eveything running as smooth as pie until ...
"what the hell is dreykov doing here!?" Natasha whisper shouted at Maria who just shrugged confused "I have no idea!" Natasha looked around with a panicked expression as Dreykov found his way backstage , Natasha hot on his tail .
"Ah , look at all these beautiful models , hello sexy girl" Dreykov spoke , his Russian accent flowing freely from his mouth "excuse me , this area is restricted" you spoke , standing infront of him so he couldn't come any further as models were changing clothes freely backstage "relax your pretty little head , I'm an investor" he replied , trying to cop a look at a half dressed model
"Dreykov!" Natasha snapped , finally making her way backstage."You are not supposed to be here" Dreykov waved his hand infront of Natashas face in an attempt to shut her up "no I've had enough , security! Remove this man now" you demanded "get your hands off of me!" He shouted causing heads to turn , you shushed him , getting into his face "Dreykov is it ? so your going to get the fuck out of my event and if you don't leave I'm going to have you dragged out of here by the stitches of your very expensive suit , got it ?"
Dreykov was about to protest until he spotted the two very muscular security guards behind you and the crowd of all his peers behind the curtain who would just love a scandal to converse about , he nodded and held his hands up in surrender , taking his pose with him "make sure they leave the building" you told the security who followed the older man .
Natasha hadn't got the courage to confront Dreykov and watching you do it made her heart beat ten times faster "thank you" she whispered and you gave her a small nod of acknowledgement before turning your attention back to the models .
Three hours later the show was coming to an end and the only thing left was for Natasha to give her usual end of show speech and thank the many faces she invited , the music was lowered and Natasha took the stage , after an audience of applause she spoke
"Thank you all for coming , I hope to see some of your names on our books this coming winter" she teased making the crowd laugh "I won't hold you all long I just want to thank everyone involved , the designers , our beautiful models and most importantly" she paused and caught your eyes , you couldn't read her expression but she cleared her throat and smiled softly then continued
"Most importantly I want to thank my creative director , Y/N Y/L/N . They have done a better job at basically running the brand than I ever could have , their determination and creativity surprises me everyday and without them none of this would have been possible so please , a round of applause for Y/N and their hard work" Natasha herself began to clap for you , you blushed from all the attention on you but plucked up enough courage to give a little bow and wave to the crowd .
Once you got back to the hotel with the four women you decided a drink at the bar was more than deserved but when you seen your red headed boss sitting there alone you hesitated for a second .
fuck it
You approached and sat on a seat one away from her and ordered your drink , she looked up from her phone to acknowledge you "hi" you thanked the bartender for your drink "hi" you replied , sipping your drink .
"I'm sorry if my speech made you uncomfortable but it was the truth ..all of it" Natasha confessed
You couldn't help the awkward feeling in the pit of your stomach , Natasha was getting good at confessing her thoughts and feelings and to be honest it didn't so much upset you anymore than it did confuse you
"No i-it , it was a nice speech" you stuttered , you turned to her "but why" you questioned , secretly dying to know why she's suddenly changed overnight and it can't just be because of her so called crush on you .
"I'm sure Yelena has told you about our step father - well he - I let him control my life for a long time and it wasn't until you called me out on my shit that I realised I had turned into the person he wanted and that is not the person I want to be anymore"
you nodded , showing Natasha you were listening . you wanted to tell her that it's too late for apologises and she's a grown ass adult but you knew better and if you were honest you were sick of being petty towards her, you still didn't like her but being hateful isn't who you are .
"I just really want you to know how sorry I am and I understand if you want to leave , I will give you whatever recommendations you need and i-" you interrupted Natasha before she could finish "I'm not leaving , I love my job at this company . Yes my boss is an ass ..was an ass" Nat chuckled a little "but if I was going to leave because of your behaviour I would've left a long time ago" you assured "plus I think you would all fall apart without me" you joked to break the ice "that is very true" Natasha laughed "can we at least be civil?" She practically beg .
"we can be civil if you can work as a team player" she smiled at you fondly "I can do that" you clicked glasses and continued to drink your drink , sitting next to each other in a sort of comfortable silence .
Requested by 🍬 anon: I'm back indeed😌and I have a request to make, could you write R adopting a superdog and surprising Nat with it? Like the dog somehow saves R and they have no choice but to keep them and take care of it😌
*slides $20 under the table* could the dog be a corgi who is an absolute menace to all the avengers?
-🍬
AN: Corgis are very special to me, so of course I will write this. 🥺Also, I threw in a smut scene, because this is not a Dirty Vulture fic without it.
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“I still don’t really know what the point of me being in one of these is,” you say, rapping your knuckles on the metal wall of the van currently transporting you and your team to the apartment complex you’ve been sent to overturn. SHIELD had spent the last three months scoping out HYDRA activities from the entire building and they now had enough intel to send in the strike team: you, Natasha, Steve, and Clint.
“Because we go in together,” Steve says, the ever optimistic leader of the pack.
“Right.” You nod, cracking your knuckles through the padding of your gloves, a nervous habit you have before any mission. While this one was relatively simple (and you got to do it with Natasha, which for the longest time had been strictly forbidden by Fury after what happened in Budapest), you were still aware of the risks and dangers that came with the job.
Natasha’s hand rests lightly on your thigh and you look at her. She smiles softly at you, not saying anything, but you know exactly what she’s trying to communicate.
Both of you will be okay.
You put your hand over hers and squeeze it. The van finally comes to a stop and the four of you pile out, standing on the empty, dark street. It’s well past midnight so there are few cars or people out. This kind of peace is rare in New York, but you’re also in one of the rougher neighborhoods, where people try to honor curfew for their own safety.
“Everyone ready?” Steve asks, strapping his shield to his arm.
“Hold on,” Natasha says, stepping up to you and cupping her hand around the back of your neck to pull you down to her level, kissing you with a passion that is usually reserved for the bedroom. She slips her tongue into your mouth as her hold on your neck tightens so you can’t pull away.
Steve and Clint stand there blinking at the two of you, Steve shocked by the public display of affection (as if he’s never witnessed it before), and Clint annoyed that this is the kind of thing he has to deal with more than he cares to.
Natasha finally pulls away and looks up at you, smiling when she sees a smudge of her lipstick on your lower lip.
“Be safe, babe. I’ll see you in a bit,” you say, stepping back from Natasha. You give Clint a bracing nod, and Steve a glare that can be interpreted as “You better watch my girl or else.” You close your eyes and picture the apartment on floor 2 that SHIELD showed you a model of ahead of time. By now, you’ve perfected your technique, but it’s still not the most enjoyable experience. There is a pressure around your entire body, almost like you’re surrounded by a tide of water, crushing you from every angle until you can’t take the pressure anymore and you explode.
Literally.
You disappear from your spot on the street in a cloud of white smoke, feeling like your body is being pushed through a tube before you expand to your full size again in the same empty apartment you had pictured.
No matter how many times you teleported, it never seemed to get easier.
You shake out your limbs, feeling blood flow to your extremities once more, then start lumbering around the apartment to find the front door. It’s not even locked and you step out into the poorly lit hall, your ears straining for any movement behind any of the other apartment doors. SHIELD had warned you that the building was filled with a mix of actual HYDRA agents and legitimate residents, but it went without saying that none of them would take too kindly to an Avenger letting themselves in out of nowhere.
“We’re entering the ground level now,” Steve’s voice crackles in your earpiece. “Y/N, where are you?”
“Exactly where I’m supposed to be,” you hiss back, stationing yourself outside door 1227. All you knew was that HYDRA had a lab cooking behind the door and that it was probably armed to the teeth.
“Good. Wait for our signal.”
“Copy, Cap.”
You start counting down the seconds in your head as the rest of your team takes the old-fashioned route up the stairs to join you. Just as you reach 100, the door suddenly swings open and your mouth drops open.
“Wait–” This hadn’t been part of the plan; whoever was inside wasn’t supposed to know that you were here. A man with a shaved head stands in the doorway, holding what you think is a walking cane in his hands.
“What the hell?” he says.
“Delivery?” you try, despite being empty-handed. You have to dodge backwards when he swings the cane at you with such force, the handle buries itself an inch-deep into the floor. “Relax, dude!” you say while retreating frantically. You notice he isn’t calling for backup (something you might be able to use to your advantage) as he yanks his cane out of the floor and advances on you. You’re pushed back down the hall, where the only escape is the window. Technically, you could teleport instantly to any place you could picture, but you know it would be a cop-out to leave like that while you were on official work.
“Where did you come from?” the man snarls, jabbing his cane at you and you lift your arms to protect your face (Natasha wouldn’t be very happy if that got damaged tonight). The cane stings where it makes contact even through your padded forearms and the pain irritates you more than anything. When the man swings the cane around for another strike aimed at your ribs, you grab onto the shaft and yank it towards yourself. The man stumbles, losing his grip on the cane and you take full control of it.
Without putting too much thought into it, you hold the cane in both heads and bring it down towards your knee, cleanly snapping the plastic in half. You toss the broken halves to the side, raising your arms in preparation of a legitimate fistfight, but the man seems to have other plans.
With a shout of rage, he charges at you like you personally hurt him by breaking his cane. You barely have time to react with the short distance between you before he collides with you like a cannonball. You tip backwards, not strong enough to slow his momentum, your back slamming into the window. The glass gives easily under your combined weight and all the blood rushes to your head as you fall headfirst down two stories.
As everything seems to process in slow motion, you wrap your arms around the man’s torso, twisting your bodies with lightning speed boosted by your superhuman abilities, so that you’re on top of him. Even in the dull moonlight, you see his eyes widen in shock when he realizes you’re going to land on him.
You brace yourself for impact nonetheless, your jaw rattling and head whiplashing from the sudden stop as the man’s back bounces on the pavement. He goes limp beneath you and you push yourself off of him, standing and checking for any damage to your limbs. Fortunately, he took the brunt of the fall, and your enhanced physique along with your armor kept you in mint condition.
You take in your surroundings, finding yourself in a narrow alley adjacent to the apartment complex. It smells like sewage and garbage, almost strong enough to cause you to clap your hand over your nose to muffle the invasive scents. You glance up to see the glinting shards of remaining glass in the window you both had fallen out of. This hadn’t been part of the plan, but you hope the others won’t mind your detour.
“Y/N, was that you?” Clint’s voice suddenly rings through your earpiece.
“What?”
“We heard breaking glass.”
“Yeah, I’ve got it under control,” you lie, scratching your head and looking down at where the HYDRA agent fell. Except he’s not there anymore. “Oh, no–”
A considerable force slams into your side and you find yourself face-down on the pavement in the next second. Your cheek scrapes the asphalt as you roll onto your back, raising your arms defensively as the man points a gun at your head.
“How did you–” You know this is no time for small talk, but you can’t help your curiosity.
“Hail Hydra,” he interrupts, as if this is enough justification for how he managed to survive a two-story fall with you using him as a landing pad. You close your eyes and tense yourself for being torn apart by a piece of lead, but it doesn’t come. Instead of the thunder of a gunshot, there is a ferocious growl that can’t have possibly come from a human, and suddenly the HYDRA agent is screaming and swatting at a black blur attached to his ankle. He drops his gun and you kick it out of his reach, scrambling to get up.
“Down, down!” he yells. You’re not sure what kind of animal has latched onto him, but it has an unusually long body and stubby little legs that end in white paws. The man tries shaking the animal off violently, swinging his own leg towards the brick wall and you leap into action. You grab onto his shoulders and shove him back. He loses his balance and hits his head hard on the wall, slumping instantly and collapsing like a sack of potatoes.
“I hope that takes care of you,” you mutter, a little hesitant that a solid blow to his head would knock him out so easily.
The animal, which you’ve now deciphered is a corgi, releases the man’s ankle and bounds up to you, opening its mouth in a goofy smile.
“Hi, little guy,” you say, kneeling and offering an open palm. “Thanks for your help.” The corgi’s entire body trembles in excitement as you pat his head. “What are you doing out here by yourself?” The corgi barks, but you can’t speak dog. “Well…I guess you can come with me for now.” You have no idea what you’re going to do with him in the long-term, but you don’t have time to think about that right now. You need to get back with the rest of your team.
The corgi’s stumpy tail wags and he grins adoringly at you. You’ve hardly known him for a minute, and you would already do anything for him.
“What should I call you?” you ask, and he barks again. “Hmm…” Your eyes wander to the fallen HYDRA agent, for the first time you notice the badge hanging around his neck. It reads “M. Jacob.” You look back at the vibrating corgi. “How about Jacob? Does that sound okay?”
Jacob bounces on his paws and barks again, seemingly in agreement.
“Excellent. Come on, boy.” You click your tongue and he immediately falls in step beside you. The two of you exit the alley and walk around the apartment building, just in time to see the front doors burst open and Steve, Clint, and Natasha stumble out, all of them panting.
“Nice of you to join us,” Steve says. “Who’s your friend?”
“Jacob,” you answer, offering no further explanation.
“Y/N.” Natasha walks up to you, reaching up to brush your face and you cringe away when she rubs a bruise you didn’t know you had on your cheekbone. “What happened?”
“I’m fine.” You look down at Jacob, who stares at Natasha warily. “It’s okay, Jacob. She’s on our side.”
Jacob steps forward and sits down by Natasha’s feet, looking up at her expectantly for some attention.
“And where exactly did you find him?” Natasha does not bend down to pet him.
“He saved me back in the alley.”
“Why were you in the alley?”
“I…Uh…” You feel Steve and Clint’s judgmental eyes on you. You hadn’t done your part in the mission; in fact, the only thing you had done was almost gotten yourself killed and had now found possession of a stray dog. “I got a little distracted.”
“Because you saw the dog?” Clint asks, knowing your affinity for animals.
“No, it was a HYDRA agent actually,” you defend, frustrated.
“Sure, sure,” Clint says, but you can tell he’s not convinced.
“I was–” you start.
“Let’s get out of here,” Steve interrupts. “We got what we came here for anyway and we can debrief at the Tower.” The four of you (five including Jacob) start walking down the street towards the van again.
Natasha hangs back to walk alongside you, but she doesn’t reach for your hand the way she normally does.
“Are you okay?” you ask, pausing outside the van as Steve and Clint climb into the back first. Jacob tries to join them, but the bumper is too high for him to reach, so his short back legs swing comically as he tries to heave his body up. You chuckle and bend down to scoop him up. He looks at you gratefully then scurries over to Clint, begging for attention from the archer.
“We can’t keep the dog, Y/N,” Natasha says, as you wait for her to get into the van first.
“Why not?”
“We have no idea where he came from. He could be one of HYDRA’s pets, or worse, an experiment by them.”
“He’s harmless, Nat,” you assure, and she sighs. Your willingness to trust had always been a point of contention in your relationship: Natasha always approached new situations, people, and things with a supremely guarded nature, while you practically threw all care to the wind if there was food or an animal involved.
“How can you be so sure?” she asks.
You shrug. “I just know.”
“That’s not good enough, Y/N.”
“Please, Nat?” You give her your best puppy eyes (although Jacob could have easily beat you). “I’ll have Bruce run some tests to make sure Jacob’s not a HYDRA spy in disguise.”
Natasha stares at you, arms crossed over her chest. Her front zipper is drawn down just enough to reveal her cleavage, which is amplified when arms press her breasts up. You don’t realize how long you’ve been staring until she clears her throat and you hastily make eye contact with her. She smirks and you’re slightly annoyed at the distraction.
“So, can we keep the dog?” you ask, trying to remember the topic of conversation.
“Fine. But you owe me later.”
You already know exactly what that will entail, and you can’t remember the last time you had a night this successful. “Yay, thanks babe!” You peck her cheek quickly before she has a chance to tease you further and climb into the van to give your new friend all your attention. Jacob’s entire butt wiggles as you sit on the bench opposite Steve and Clint. He paws at your calf to beg to be carried into your lap and you cuddle him against your chest, enjoying the warmth of his fur. “You’re a good boy, Jacob. You’re gonna love your new home.”
Even though Jacob has four perfectly functional (albeit short) legs, you insist on carrying him all the way inside the Tower. Clint wakes up Bruce with a 2 a.m. phone call to bring him down to the lab, where he runs a few tests that Jacob seems to pass all of. He ties a loose blue rope around Jacob’s neck to act as a collar for now, and Steve dismisses everyone back to their quarters once Bruce declares Jacob safe to stay in the Tower, and you go upstairs with Natasha.
“I still don’t know if this is a good idea,” she says.
“He’s harmless and super cute, Nat. Aren’t those the only two reasons you’re dating me anyway?” you add in jest.
“There’s a few other reasons.” Her hand comes down and squeezes your butt. She winks at you. “You should probably leave Jacob with Yelena and Kate so we can have some interrupted alone time.”
“I hope they’re awake.”
“Yelena never sleeps until we come back from a mission.”
“Okay.” You practically rush down the hall, Jacob bouncing in your arms and he glares at you with big brown eyes. Yelena’s door is open just as Natasha predicted, and you can hear her and Kate talking inside. “Um, hi, guys,” you say, entering her room unannounced and setting your new corgi on the floor. Jacob toddles forward, observing the two women with some uncertainty.
Yelena and Kate are sitting with their backs propped up against the footer of Yelena’s bed, surrounded by a sea of colorful comic books they’d been discussing.
“We’re back, and this is Jacob. We found him at the HYDRA apartment complex on our mission,” you rush to explain, feeling your pants embarrassingly begin to tighten at the thought of your girlfriend sprawled out on your bed and waiting for you. You could never really figure out why she was so horny after missions; you were convinced it was the way you looked in your suit. “Can he stay overnight with you two? Natasha and I…have some things to do.”
Neither Yelena nor Kate have time to ask any questions or roll their eyes in disgust as you hurry back to your bedroom and slam the door shut.
Jacob stands there, looking almost concerned to be left alone by the only person he trusts so far.
“Jacob!” Kate calls, pushing aside some of the comic books and holding a hand out for the black corgi to sniff. “Hi, buddy. I’m Kate and this is Yelena.” She makes the introduction as if the dog can comprehend their names. Jacob licks her hand and pads forward to bump her arm. “Yelena also has a dog called Fanny. I think she’ll like you, you’re very cute.” Jacob’s stump of a tail wags happily as Kate scratches behind his pointy ears.
“Speaking of, where is Fanny?” Yelena asks, suddenly reminded of her own dog’s absence.
“She wandered off earlier, I think. She’ll be back soon.”
“Hopefully she doesn’t get too jealous of him,” Yelena says.
“Because Jacob’s cuter than her?” Kate asks.
Yelena narrows her eyes at her. “You did not just say that. Do not let Fanny hear you say that or she will have you for breakfast.”
“No, she won’t, because you’ll protect me, right? Right, Yelena?” Kate says, looking at her friend in concern.
Yelena shakes her head. “I will make no promises, Kate Bishop. Tread very carefully.”
“Oh, fuck, baby. Right there,” Natasha gasps, her fists clenching in the sheets as your hips slap against her butt with every thrust. You drive forward with barely restrained strength, feeling the whole bed move and the frame bump against the wall. The heat around your cock is tight and silky, Natasha clenching around you rhythmically as you pound into her.
“You’re taking me so well,” you say, squeezing her hips in time with your thrusts. “Such a good girl for me.”
Natasha keens at the praise, dropping her face down into the pillow. You tilt your hips to adjust your angle, the ridges of her pussy dragging against your cockhead in such a way that you almost lose control. And Natasha almost does too, pushing back so you can fill her deeper and moaning in pleasure.
“I’m almost there,” she warns, but you’re barely able to hear her over your own grunts. Wetness gushes around you suddenly, but you don’t stop your relentless pace until Natasha is whimpering and begging you to pull out. You’re careful to collapse next to her so you don’t crush her, rolling onto your back and your still-hard cock bobs and glistens with Natasha’s cum.
“You didn’t finish?” Natasha asks when she comes down from her high. You shake your head, your thighs clenching when she suddenly wraps her hand around your cock. “Take me again,” she insists, rolling onto her side facing away from you. Your muscular arms slink around her waist, pulling her closer to you and your cock slips easily into her again. This time, you are much more gentle with your thrusts, almost lazy as your exhaustion from the earlier mission finally begins to show itself.
You bury your face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the vanilla scent from her shampoo. Natasha interlaces one of her hands with yours where you hold her just below her bellybutton, sighing in content at being wrapped up in your arms and filled at the same time. She can feel your abs flexing against her back as you try to maintain your pace, your breath hot on her neck as you near your release.
“Nat, can I–” you ask, and Natasha loves how you still ask for her permission before finishing inside her.
“Don’t let any drop go to waste,” she responds as you press your hips against the back of hers, cum spilling out of your cock in short, hard bursts.
“Thank you, baby,” you murmur, your sweaty forehead nuzzling her neck. Natasha smiles.
Jacob wanders around Yelena’s room, sniffing in every nook and cranny and even walking all over Fanny’s bed. The girls watch him in amusement despite their growing exhaust at the early hour.
“You’ll fit right in here, Jacob,” Kate says to Jacob, petting his back as he waddles by. “I’m not sure Tony will be happy to see another animal, though. He might start charging us fees.” She keeps her own dog, Lucky, at her apartment a few blocks down the street, but she visits the Tower so often that she might as well move over permanently.
“If he does not let Jacob stay, I will cut his head off,” Yelena growls.
“Or, you can all just move in with me!” Kate says brightly, but Yelena doesn’t respond. Kate looks at Yelena and sees that she’s staring at the doorway, where Fanny has suddenly appeared. Fanny holds intense eye contact with the corgi perched on Yelena’s lap and for a few seconds, neither dog makes a move and everyone holds their breath.
With a vibrating growl that shakes her whole body, Fanny charges and Jacob leaps off Yelena’s lap to meet her, despite being barely a third of her size. Yelena lunges after Jacob, trying to wrap her body protectively around the small corgi, but he slips right through her arms and barks viciously at Fanny.
“Stop them!” she cries as Kate jumps into the fray, slipping her fingers under Jacob’s collar and pulling him back until he almost chokes. Yelena throws herself between the two dogs, hoping to break their eye contact and calm them down. Fanny snarls and snaps at Yelena, behavior Yelena has never before witnessed in her.
While Yelena yells at Fanny to back off, Kate struggles for her life to hold Jacob back. Despite the corgi’s diminutive size, he displays an extraordinary, almost supernatural, level of strength. In fact, it feels like her fingers are being crushed where they are wedged inside his collar, and upon closer inspection, Kate swears the corgi’s neck is thickening to the point where there is barely a millimeter of space left between her fingers and his fur.
“Yelena, are you seeing this?” she screeches, now trying to free her hand, but is only successful when the thin fabric snaps. Kate falls back, and now it is evident that Jacob is growing. Although he maintains the same long-backed, short-legged proportions, he is distinctly larger than Fanny now.
“Oh, God, what is happening?” Yelena says, crawling back from the giant corgi and shielding Fanny. Jacob barks, sounding deeper than before. He practically fills the room, the tops of his pointy ears brushing the ceiling and Kate screams in sheer fear as she presses herself against the wall to avoid being crushed on the floor.
“Natasha! Y/N!” Yelena screams. “Get over here now!”
“Please!” Kate begs, before getting a mouthful of Jacob’s fur and coughing. Hopefully you and Natasha weren’t too busy to hear them…
You sit up instantly when you hear Yelena screaming both of your names, finally pulling out of Natasha and she whines at the loss of your cock, but doesn’t protest. She shares the same concerned expression as you as you jump out of bed, barely remembering to throw on a shirt and shorts before running down the hall. Natasha is right on your heels, wrapped in a blanket, and you get to Yelena’s room first.
Natasha’s sister is closest to the doorway, her body draped over Fanny. Kate is pressed up against the wall, her chest heaving like she’s run a marathon with something blue in her hands. Jacob is sitting in the center of the room, his ears pinned back against his head.
“What’s going on?” you gasp.
Yelena turns to you. “Did you…Did you see that?” she asks.
“See what?” Natasha crowds in from behind you.
“Your dog!” Kate says.
“Jacob, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” You pat your thigh and the corgi comes running over, brushing his head against your leg, his tail wagging a little bit now.
“Why are you asking him if he’s okay? That’s what you should be asking us,” Yelena growls.
“Your dog almost suffocated us all in here!” Kate bursts out. “He grew to the size of the room!”
“Grew? He looks fine.” You pick up the corgi for closer inspection, his paws dangling as you shift him at different angles to check for any injuries. “What are you guys talking about?”
“He grew,” Kate insists. “Look, he even broke out of his collar!” She shows you that the fabric in her hand is actually Jacob’s collar.
You shrug and put Jacob back on the floor. “That flimsy thing Banner put on him? It could have snapped just by grabbing onto it.”
“You cannot keep that dog, Y/N,” Yelena says. “He’s some kind of monster!”
“Don’t say that about Jacob!” you defend. “If you didn’t want to watch him again, you could’ve just said that.” You look down at the corgi, unable to believe your friends would be so rude to him. “Come on, Jacob. Let’s go back to our room.” And you and Natasha stroll back down the hall with your new pet, completely oblivious to the danger he could be.
When Natasha comes home from work, she begs you to shower with her
Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (N receiving), a very naked and teasing Natasha
Note: Hehe. Catch up on firefighter Nat here
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When Natasha gets home from her double shift, she finds you in the kitchen. She can tell from the smell that you’re cooking one of her favorites, but she has other plans in mind.
“Hey sweetheart,” she says loud enough that you can hear it over the music you have playing.
“Natasha, I missed you!” You greet her.
You turn around to hug her but she’s still covered in dirt from work. She usually showers at the firehouse.
“No hug?” She pouts when you step back.
“You’re still all dirty, babe,” you say. “Go shower and I’ll finish up dinner.”
“Or,” Natasha begins, a smirk on her perfect lips. “You could join me in the shower?”
The offer is tempting. There’s not much you love more than seeing Natasha’s body under the stream of a hot shower.
“The food will be ruined,” you reason. “And I made your favorite.”
“Mhm, okay. I guess I’ll just go shower all alone. And wash my own body and my own hair,” Natasha says, her voice feigning disappointment.
You watch as Natasha leaves the room. She keeps the bathroom door open as she undresses. You can’t see much from your angle, but you see enough you can’t fight the urge to join her anymore.
Turning off the burner, you pray the food might survive the time you’re gone. You go into your bedroom and to the bathroom. Your clothes join hers on the floor before you open the shower door.
The glass was fogged up already from the heat of her shower, so you don’t see her until you’re inside.
“I knew you’d join me,” Natasha says with a grin.
“Yeah well, who was I to deny my wife this pleasure?”
Natasha chuckles and you look her over. Her shoulders are toned more every day, you swear. You want to reach out and touch her breasts, but you’re not sure if it’s that kind of shower yet. The water runs down her abdomen and over her tattooed ribcages.
“Like what you see?” Natasha asks.
You still feel a blush from her words even after years of being together.
“I just don’t know how you’re so perfect,” you tell her. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby. Come here,” Natasha says, reaching her hand out for you.
You take it and she pulls you into a hug. Your body pressed against her wet one is an interesting sensation, but you don’t mind it. She tends to always need a long hug after a hard shift, and you always oblige.
But as things with Natasha often take a turn for fun, she rests her hands over your backside. She squeezes softly as she readjusts to look you in the eyes.
“Hi,” you say, feeling extremely seen under her gaze.
“Hey,” she replies.
Natasha kisses you slowly. Almost excruciatingly so. Her mouth and tongue set out to memorize the feeling of you against her. Your breasts brush against hers as she deepens the kiss.
“Natasha,” you mumble against her lips.
She moves her kisses to your neck. Your hands wonder over her abdomen, tracing every defined muscle.
“Natasha, I want to take care of you,” you say, voice breathless from the feeling of her so close to you.
Nat pulls away and puts soap on a rag. She hands it to you. You didn’t intend for that to be how you took care of her, but it’ll do.
You wash her arms and chest first. It’s a simple act, but your hands linger on her breasts long enough that she feels heat between her legs.
Natasha tries to stop you from washing the rest of her body and instead wants you to pleasure her.
“I have to finish what I started, babe. You can wait,” you tell her.
She rarely lets you be in control, but this is one of those times she allows it. You wash her legs and again you linger in certain areas. Especially around her thick thighs, butt, and between her legs.
You take your time, making sure she feels every inch of your touch. It’s enough to make her crazy.
“Please,” she practically whimpers once you hang the rag up to dry.
“I thought you only wanted me to wash your body?” You tease her. She shakes her head.
“No. I want to ride your face and I think you should agree,” Natasha says.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, I’ll make it worth your while.”
You smile and drop to your knees. The water won’t be hot much longer, so you get to work fast. Natasha, as promised, moves her hips over your face. The hero is calling your name and coming within minutes.
You stand back up and Natasha kisses you again. It’s rougher this time, but you don’t mind. You kiss her until you can’t anymore.
Once you pull away, you clean her up with a rag. The water is getting cold, so you reach around her and turn it off.
Nat wraps herself in a towel and you join her in the bedroom. She kisses your forehead when you sit next to her on the edge of the bed in a towel of your own.
“Thank you,” Natasha says, resting her forehead against yours. “You helped me forget about everything bad that happened on my shift.”
“You’re welcome, baby. I try to make sure you’re good after a double,” you explain.
“I know. You even made me dinner-“
“Oh shit! Dinner,” you remember the food on the stovetop.
You run out of the bedroom and to the kitchen to see the food is burned. It’s not terrible, but you might as well call it ruined.
Natasha laughs from the doorframe and you give her a pretend angry look.
“It’s all your fault,” you say.
“Aww, let me make it up to you,” Natasha says. She drops the towel that was around her body and waltzes back into the bedroom.
Natasha comes home from a mission to be with her family again
Note: This is soft mama Nat. Enjoy it!
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It’s never been easy when Natasha goes on a mission without you, but this time has been particularly hard. One month without talking to or seeing Natasha has been torture.
But it’s been even more difficult for your nine-month-old daughter. She got used to Nat’s presence in the home. Even though she can’t speak, you know sometimes her cries are for Natasha specifically.
Nat didn’t want to go on a mission so soon after she was born, but Fury asked for her help. She rarely turned him down.
Tonight, you’re missing Nat even more because little Ali won’t stop crying. You hold her in your arms now, trying to soothe her with the movement of a rocking chair. It isn’t working well.
“It’s okay, baby,” you say. She cries louder. “I know. I miss Mama too.”
It’s another hour before Ali stops crying and falls asleep. You lay her down in her crib before retreating to your room. You hadn’t realized it was so late, but it’s nearing 2am now. So, you slip on one of Natasha’s sweatshirts and slide into bed.
You expect to be awakened from your slumber within a few hours, but you sleep until morning. Afraid you missed your daughter’s cries, you get out of bed quickly and rush to her room. When she’s not in her crib, you panic.
Just when you’re about to call the Avengers that are in town, you hear the sound of her giggles coming from the kitchen. You turn the corner of your house to see Natasha standing beside your daughter as she feeds her breakfast.
“Natasha?” You call her name to make sure she’s real.
She turns around with a perfect smile. She’s real. And she’s home.
“Hey detka,” Natasha says sweetly.
She opens her arms, and you hug her tight. She grunts at the force of your hug, but when you try to pull back away, she pulls you close again.
“I missed you so much,” you say.
“I missed you more,” Nat replies.
When you pull away, you look over her face. She looks tired but happy. You lean in for a kiss. A whole month without kissing her is something you never want to happen again. You could kiss her forever, but your daughter fusses at the lack of food being fed to her.
Natasha chuckles and pulls away, softly kissing your lips one more time.
“She missed you too, you know,” you say, kissing Ali on the head.
“I can tell,” Natasha says. “I made pancakes if you want some.”
“You’re the best.”
You make a plate and drench them in syrup. Natasha laughs at your love for the sugary syrup that she doesn’t care for. You sit next to Natasha, and she kisses your cheek.
“Never leave me again,” you say.
“I’ll do my best,” Nat replies. You know she has to go on missions, but the comment satisfies you for now. “When she naps, do you want to-”
“Yes please,” you interrupt her.
“I was just going to suggest we talk, but deal,” Natasha jokes.
“It’s been a month, Nat.”
“I know,” she says. “I’ll make it worth it.”
Natasha smirks and goes back to feeding Ali. You somehow find that the most attractive thing in the world.
You’re so glad she’s home again and your family is happy once again.
While playing truth or dare with the team, feelings get revealed
Note: I was going to do it as a college au, but I thought an Avengers party would be a fun setting for this one. Enjoy!
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It was a silly idea, really, to play truth or dare with the rest of the Avengers. Everyone but Tony thought they were too old for it, but somehow he convinced everyone to play.
It started out simple. Sam dared Tony to chug a drink, Clint made Steve tell the group about his USO tour days, and you dared Wanda to fly up and touch the ceiling.
But as the night went on things got more intense. Everyone started asking hard hitting truth questions or daring each other to make questionable decisions.
“Alright, one last round,” Tony announces once everyone is more than a later wasted and definitely tiring of the job. “Romanoff, you’re up.”
Natasha hadn’t participated very much at this point. She was only dared a couple times to do simple things. No one wanted to mess with her.
“Fine,” she agrees. She rolls the dice and it lands on Tony’s number. He grins at her. “Truth or dare?”
“I think… dare. Why not end the night on a fun one,” Tony answers.
“Okay. I dare you to go home to your girlfriend,” Natasha says.
“Lame!” Tony yells.
“A dare is a dare, Stark,” Steve comes to Nat’s defense.
“I’m staying until my turn,” Tony declares. “Which is now.”
He rolls the dice this time. It lands on your number. You’ve avoided anything too embarrassing so far, but you never know with Tony.
“Y/n, my dear, truth or dare?” He asks dramatically.
“Um, dare?” You phrase it like a question. That makes everyone laugh.
“Dare it is,” he says. He rubs his chin as to appear to be thinking. “I dare you to kiss Natasha.”
The room goes silent at his dare. It seems like everyone is looking at you. Does he know you had a crush on her? Does everyone know? Does Natasha know? The thoughts run through your head as you’re not sure how much time has passed since he dared you.
“Alright, game over,” Sam cuts in.
“Yeah, we all need to rest up for training tomorrow,” Steve adds.
The guys leave the room one by one and say they’re goodnights. Natasha waits by the door frame to catch you when you leave. Wanda remains sitting by your side.
“Are you okay?” She asks.
“Yeah. I just- does he know?”
“I think he’s drunk and was trying to be funny,” Wanda reasons. “Hey, it’s going to be okay.”
She nudges your shoulder. You offer her a weak smile.
“Thanks Max,” you say.
“Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to tell her how you feel,” Wanda says. She hugs you before standing up to leave the room.
You stand up, taking a deep breath before you walk, and enter the hallway. Natasha watches and follows you towards the elevator. She steps in after you.
“Oh, your floor?” You ask her, ready to push the button.
“Actually, can we talk?” She asks.
You have no choice but to agree. The two of you exit on your floor. Natasha again follows you as you lead her into the living room area.
“What did you want to talk about?” You ask her.
“What happened back there,” Nat says. “What Tony said.”
“Oh, I don’t know why he did that.”
Natasha takes a step closer to you. It’s small but you notice it.
“Why didn’t you do it?” She asks.
“I- I don’t know,” you lie.
“Y/n, why didn’t you kiss me?”
She steps even closer now. Her body is within arms reach.
“Natasha,” is all you can mumble out.
“I would’ve kissed you,” she admits. “Even in front of everyone. I would’ve.”
You’re taken aback by that. All this time you’ve been crushing on her, you never considered she might have feelings for you too.
“So again, why didn’t you kiss me?” Natasha asks.
Here goes nothing.
“Because if I kissed you then I wouldn’t have been able to stop,” you say.
“I don’t see a problem with that.”
You take the steps closer to her this time. Her hands circle your waist as you do so. It feels right.
“Truth or dare?” Natasha whispers.
“Dare,” you reply.
“Kiss me,” the words fall off her lips just before you kiss them.
You kiss her for what feels like forever. You kiss her until you’re both out of breath. You kiss her like you’ve never kissed anyone before.
The truth is that you and Natasha both needed that push to take the leap together. You wonder if Wanda put the idea into Tony’s head somehow. She’s always looking out for you.
“Stay?” You ask Natasha once you’ve moved to the couch together.
She answers with another kiss. And another. And another.
When Tony hires you on at Stark Industries, you meet Natasha. She isn’t sure about you at first, but once she offers to teach you self defense things begin to change
Note: I came up with this idea while I was trying to sleep lol. Enjoy!
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The last few weeks since you moved into the Avenger’s compound have been the most interesting of your life.
You met several of the super powered humans, including Wanda and Steve, and Tony gave you a rundown of what your life would be like here.
He hired you as a consultant for Stark Industries, but as a fresh college graduate you didn’t have anywhere to live, so he offered for you to stay at the compound.
You were in the kitchen waiting for more instruction when Natasha, The Black Widow as you only informally knew her as then, came into the room.
“Who are you?” Natasha asked, her defenses up as she looked you over. You didn’t look like a threat but she couldn’t be sure.
“I’m y/n,” you told her. That didn’t clear anything up for her.
Natasha got closer to you and pushed you into the counter with your hands pinned behind your back.
“Who do you work for?” She asked, pressing you firmly. She could tell you were unarmed from the position.
“Tony hired me,” you squeaked through the pain of her holding you like that. “I’m a new consultant.”
Stark entered the kitchen about that time.
“Woah, Romanoff! Ease up on the new girl,” Tony said in his typical tone.
Natasha let go of you but kept close as Tony explained your role here. She didn’t love the idea of a non-Avenger staying at the compound. But she let it go for now.
It wasn’t until two weeks later that you saw Natasha again. This time it was at a party that Stark was throwing. He called it a casual hangout but there must’ve been one hundred people there.
You settled at the bar and had a conversation with Wanda, who you found was also new to the team. She was nice.
But it didn’t take long for your conversation to be interrupted by Natasha.
“So, you’re still around?” The redhead asked you. She looked you over and her eyes did like what she saw. You’d never know it though since she was on spy mode.
“I’m still around,” you answered. “I haven’t seen you around though.”
“Mission,” is all she said. A certain quiet loomed over the conversation before Nat spoke again. “Do you have any intention of becoming an Avenger?”
The question caught you off guard. You were there for business purposes but the idea of running around to help save the world sounded kind of fun too. Still, you were realistic.
“I don’t think so. I’m a businesswoman,” you answered.
“That’s all? No combat training?”
“They don’t teach that in college,” you joked. But Natasha looked despondent.
“Look, y/n, you need some training if you’re going to live here,” she said.
“Why?”
Natasha sighed. “Because you live here with a lot of highly targeted individuals and intel. If someone broke in, you need to be able to defend yourself.”
She made a good point. You wondered why she even cared if you could defend yourself.
But that’s how you find yourself now two days later standing in the training room. Wanda is on one side of the floor and you’re on the other. Natasha is teaching Wanda hand to hand combat and you how to defend yourself.
“Alright, Wanda you’re going to go for y/n. Absolutely no magic. Fight the urge to use it, okay?” Natasha says.
“I’ll try my best,” Wanda replies.
“Are you ready, y/n?” Natasha asks, turning to you. You nod. “Remember what I taught you.”
The fight goes well at first. Wanda doesn’t come at you hard, and you’re able to dodge most of her blows. But eventually she gets more confidence, and you are taking hits from her.
“Block, y/n. Block,” Natasha reminds you.
You block a few punches well. And even land a couple on Wanda. She starts to get frustrated, but you don’t notice.
When you strike her ribcage, her reaction is to send you flying with her magic. You land on the floor with a hard thud.
“I’m so sorry!” You hear Wanda shouting as the ringing in your ears subsides. “I’m so sorry.”
She’s crying. Natasha assures her it was an honest mistake.
“Hey, come on, y/n,” you hear Nat’s voice next. She turns your body over to lay on your back.
The only thing you see is her perfect green eyes with a cape of red hair around them.
“Hi Nat,” you say with a loopy grin. That pretty much confirms you have a concussion.
“Hey y/n,” she replies. She mirrors your smile. “Wanda, she’s fine.”
“Are you sure?” You hear the girl say. You sit up the best you can and look to her.
“I’m perfect, Wanda,” you tell her.
Wanda frowns and looks down at her hands. She’s upset with herself.
“Hey,” you get her attention again. “You’re still learning. It’s okay.”
Your kind words to Wanda make Natasha’s heart melt in a way she didn’t know was possible. She helps you off the ground and it’s then she notices a slight cut on your forehead.
“Let’s go take care of that,” Natasha says, gesturing to your head. She turns back to Wanda one last time before she guides you out. “Wanda, I promise it’s okay. You’ll get better at controlling it. I believe in you.”
The girl nods but retreats her room quickly. You truly hold no anger towards her.
Natasha takes you to the nearest bathroom where she tells you to sit on the counter. You sit as she gets a rag damp.
When she presses it against your cut, you wince in pain.
“I’m sorry,” she says quietly. She doesn’t stop what she’s doing, but she does touch you more delicately now.
She cleans the wound and puts on some cream to protect from infection before she puts a bandage on.
“Thank you, Natasha,” you say.
“Oh, I thought I was Nat now?” She replies.
You chuckle, mostly because you don’t even remember calling her that just minutes ago.
“I think I have a concussion,” you wonder aloud.
“Yeah, I think so,” Natasha laughs out. “I’ll take you to the medbay. Come on.”
“Wait!” You shout.
“What?” Nat asks.
“You didn’t kiss it,” you say simply.
Natasha raises her brow in question. You point to your cut.
“You want me to kiss your head?” She asks.
“Please, that’s the only way it’ll heal,” you say. She almost laughs, but you seem dead serious.
“Alright,” Nat says.
She takes your face in her hands and kisses your forehead softly. It’s not even where the wound is exactly but somehow it’s perfect.
“I’m telling everyone the Black Widow is soft,” you say when she’s pulled away.
“You won’t even remember any of this tomorrow, y/n,” Nat says, but she secretly hopes you will.
She walks you out of the bathroom and to the medbay where they confirm you have a concussion.
For the next few weeks, Natasha takes care of you. No one, not even you, asked her to. But it just feels right.
The day you’re officially cleared, Natasha kisses you on the lips for the first time. It is everything and more.
When Wanda keeps apologizing to you about the fight, you just smile because you know it was the moment Natasha realized she liked you.
Welcome to The Widows! A mob ran by none other than Natasha Romanoff. This isn't a series, just an AU. See below for more details.
Please note: This AU is strictly 18+ ONLY! Minors, please do not interact. I am not responsible for the content you read, this your warning.
Introduction -
As mentioned, this is an AU, not a series. I want to thank @ilovewandanat & @blackqueer18 for feeding me so many ideas on this that I couldn't not make it an AU.
The Widows is a mob ran by Natasha Romanoff. Based in New York City, her mob has members worldwide which only helps make her one of the worlds famous and almost untouchable mob of all time. Not to mention one feared by many.
The Widows are suspected to involved in multiple crimes such as; Money Laundering, Murder, Drug Trafficking, Extortion, Corruption of Public Officials and more.
Characters & Their Roles -
Natasha Romanoff: Mob Boss.
Yelena Belova: Drug Lord & Under-Boss.
Y/n Y/L/N: Yelena's partner.
Kate Bishop: Natasha's Pet.
Wanda Maximoff: Adult Dancer.
Maria Hill: Corrupt Police Officer.
Carol Danvers: TBD (any suggestions, let me know!)
Agatha Harkness: TBD (Any suggestions, let me know!)
I am more than happy to add characters & their role if you have any in mind!
Extra Details -
This AU is strictly 18+ ONLY! Minors, please do not interact!
The AU consists of Fluff, Angst & Smut.
Adult & Dark themes.
Requests for this AU will be open soon!
Please remember this is not a series! So there is no real set story line, it's an AU that picks up wherever I want it too.
Discussion and Questions are always welcome!
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A SMALL DRABBLE ..BE NICE PLEASE IM HAVING SOME WIRITERS BLOCK RN ANY PROMPTS WOULD BE WELCOME
- Shaw x
Nobody likes the CIA
And if it wasn't bad enough, you were currently standing in front of the woman you had just spent the night with in your bed
"Excuse me," you announced , excusing yourself to go to the bathroom . You were washing your hands when you heard the door open , close, and lock. You looked through the mirror in front of you and noticed the same woman
"Are you kidding me?"
You could feel this wasn't going well, so you tried to stop it in its tracks
"Look, Wanda, I had no idea you -"
"Bullshit! whats the angle ? needed to get into my bed so you could get into my files .. you probably have everything copied and off to your bosses already, "
you couldn't help the chuckle that left your lips, and it only seemed to make the brunette angrier
"You sound like a conspiracy theorist .. you know that, right ? and no, I don't have an angle. I really didn't know you were an agent for the FBI, and even if I did, why would I be bothered with your clearance when i am the boss? "
"you-wait, what? Are you the director ?" She gasped
