come and get me (part 2) - [natasha x villain!reader]
guys.... i'm back solely for a part two bc i literally had a prophetic dream about it lmao
i hope you enjoy this one! it's been some time, lovelies
Part one
Summary:Â You meet again.
â.ŕłŕż*:ｼ
âI might have more urgent matters to resolveâ
Natasha smiles, tiger-like, approaching you slowly.Â
Her eyes roam over your legs, waist and breasts, devouring you before even getting close enough to do so.
You smile under her heavy gaze.
âMore urgent than arresting me? My, how the mighty have fallen"
Natasha hums deliciously.
âIâll have you in cuffs either wayâ
There is little you can do to hold back your moan.Â
A sole memory rushes through your cunt; of having the Black Widow pressing her body against yours, now, though, you add her pining your arms against the hard cuffs.
âCat got your tongue?â
You clear your throat, but your voice is still much too breathless when you answer:
âWhat makes you think I would let you, this time?â Â
She chuckles condescendingly, patting your cheek with a pout.
âYou're too easy, kitten. Your pretty little pussy is already so eager for me, isnât it?â
As if aware she is being talked about, your cunt clenches against thin air- you press your thighs together and hold back another moan.
You bite your cheek to ground yourself back to rationality- seduction is her main weapon and you have already trapped her once.
You blow a low whistle- her peach skin wavers under the air from your lips- trying to regain your footing back.
âWasn't last time enough for you?â
Natashaâs eyes glimmer, her canines make a show as they escape out of her scarlet lips.
âWas it for you?â
Your hips buckle against her thigh as an answer you hadnât meant to give.
Her hand ghosts against your cunt- covered by your pants, but still wet enough to coat the tips of her fingers.
Her smile is dangerously satisfied.Â
âWhoreâ
She presses the flat of her hand against your clit, you groan at the warm feeling, grinding once on her palm.
âHmmm, so sensitiveâ
Natasha hums against your lips, revelling in your small grunts.Â
Her affected breathing settles you on fire, the need of deepen it takes over you.Â
You shove her hand away, using her wrist to pull her towards you.Â
Natasha gasps with the momentum, almost colliding against you, when you twirl the both of your bodies around, pinning her against the wall.
She huffs as her back hits the concrete violently.
Holding both of her hands above her head, you behold on the sight of Natasha Romanoff completely at your disposal, once again.
Her doe green eyes dare you to continue, so you do as such.
Still grabbing her wrists, you approach her neck, sucking and nibbling on her soft skin.
She obscenely moans at the foot of your ear, goosebumps erupting violently as she tries to free her hands from your grasp.
âNowâ
Her raw whisper sends electricity all over your body.
âNow what, Romanoff? Kitten got your tongue?âÂ
Her eyes are hard on yours, perfectly putting you back to your place.
âI donât begâ
But again, youâre the one in control.
You kick both of her feet aside, opening her legs for you.Â
âFor me you willâÂ
She holds little to no resistance when your hand easily palms her crotch to find her fly, and even less when you slide it open.
Her scent, almost peach-like, drawns your hand to her panties- oh, she is not wearing any.
âFucking slutâ
Your hand immediately touches her wet cunt and both of you moan. She feels indecently hot on your skin, leaking down her thighs.
Natasha doesn't have enough time to process anything else before you slide two fingers into her.
âGodâÂ
She shudders as you slam the tips of your digits against her cervix, as deep as you can.
Her pussy hungrily grips you deeper, she feels impossibly tight, so you go faster. You have to, because you canât fucking stop.
Natashaâs moans follow your thrusts, deeper and faster as her waist whines, guiding you.Â
You drop to your knees, finally letting her hands go.
She groans at the interruption, pulling your hair to make you stare at her.
âDonât you fucking stopâ
You grin, not really in the mood to explain you could never plan to do so, that you only kneeled for her to be able to fit better inside her tight little cunt.
Instead you show her, fucking her once again.
âIsnât your cunt so greedy? Can it fit more?â
Natashaâs moans are interrupted by her own voice, too detached from reality.
âFit mor-â
You nod with a lazy smile, adding another finger easily into her pussy.Â
She feels incandescent inside, squeezing you as you stretch her cunt.
Natasha mewls at the sudden girth, moaning in both pleasure and pain.
Her eyes are scrunched shut and a plump pout takes over her lips.
âCome on, I know you can take itâ
You dive forward to capture her red, swollen, hot lips with a soft bite.
You coax her, nudging her spongy walls, and slowly you feel her muscles relaxing.
Her moans are lest strained, now reaching your ears as hot molasses.
âSee? Good girlâÂ
You press on her stomach not so gently.
Natasha gleams under the praise and the pressure on her bladder.Â
Seeing it as a good sign, you pick up the pace, gradually speeding your thrusts to match the flexing of your fingertips inside her.
Her back arches in a welcoming despair, her nails dig into the flesh of you scalp with the urgency to draw blood.
You knees ache from kneeling on hard ground, but nothing could make you stop.
Natashaâs moans fight against the sound of your hands slapping inside her soaked pussy, you rock against the heel of your foot to masturbate.
You can feel your own cunt leaking to your thighs.
Tears fill her eyes as they open to look at you, they are drowned in lust, filled with the type of desperation that is primal enough to only mean one thing.
âI'm-"
She tries to tell you what her pussy clenching your fingers already did.
âAlready? But you're taking me so wellâÂ
You coo at her, never changing your pace, revelling on how your three fingers disappear inside her dripping cunt.Â
Her body contorts around your hands, you hold her waist and press yourself against your heel even faster.Â
Natashaâs pussy tightens against your fingers enough to stale your movements, she writhes and moans:Â
âDon't- don't stop, Iâm-â
You hold her legs, daringly close to each other, separating them with your free arm and your legs.Â
âNo, you donâtâ
She grunts at the lack of friction, trying desperately to close her thighs together, desperate to come.
âPlease, please, pleaseâ
You smile at her pleas, completely putty for you- wasnât she the one who didnât plead?Â
âHold it for meâ
Natashaâs tears are now freely running through her cheeks, staining her porcelain skin black with the remnants of her eyeliner.Â
Her nose and lips are red, raw and warm.
She shakes her head in desperation, moaning from the back of her throat. Thoroughly ruined for you.
âAre you hearing how wet you are for me?â Â
You slap her clit lightly, as if to bring her attention there.
She trembles, her cunt tightens even more and you struggle to keep her strong thighs apart.Â
âOh, I know, pretty thingâÂ
Natasha grips your wrist, fucking herself even deeper on your fingers- her full breasts bounce obscenely, matching the pace in which your skin slaps on hers.
This time, when her muscles tighten against your hand alongside her bladder, you canât withhold her any longer.
Natasha comes with a scream- water gushes over your wrists and forearm, trickling down your skin as honey wine.Â
Your mouth waters, waiting for her spasms to cease and her stomach to unclench, to slip outside of her pussy.Â
Her eyes, alive as river water, dreamy from lust, catch sight of your lips licking her cum dry from your own skin.
She raises her shaky right leg, still fully clothed, and presses her louboutin against your chest.
You immediately tremble at her strenght, looking up from your lashes to see her tear-stained cheeks now smirking at you.
"On all four for me, Viper"
As she raises her heels from you, you scramble to follow her orders, promply holding yourself on hands and knees, arching your back impossibly low.
Natasha approaches you slowly, slapping your ass hard enough to wet your eyes. You arch yourself even closer to her.
Her heels find your skin, once again, now at the high of your back, pressing you even stronger against the ground.
Laying down under her feet, completely at her will, you realize you are exactly where she wanted you to be.
Motherfucker.
You feel the cuffs against your wrists before you can ever hear their clinking.
Natasha pulls you up to your feet by your waist, easily.
Summary: Having your memory read has backtracked on you, but at least you're seeing her once again
Previously, on this path: Chapter I.I.I.0
â.ŕłŕż*:ｼ CHAPTER I.I.I.0.II
When the first sight you have is not of Anastasia, and the room youâre currently in looks unrecognizable from everything you have ever seen before, there is absolutely no doubt left in you that you have failed to run away and have been kidnapped.Â
Instead of your beloved princess, the red-headed woman- who also sits mere inches away from your head, mind you- doesnât answer you and looks at you with nothing but fear in her eyes. She doesnât look dangerous at all, there is nothing in her stance that can help you understand what her role is here. This sets a thousand danger bells screeching in your mind- something is not right.
You need to find Anastasia and get the hell out of here- even if it means fighting this woman with your scarce fight skills- you had been somewhat trained to be able to achieve the title of a Romanovâs handmaiden, but never to free yourself out of a possible kidnapping.
Nevertheless, your first instinct is to back your body against the front of hers and, with the stumble of her unexpected momentum, wrap your hands around her right arm, easily tackling her body away from the bed you were both set in- aiming for the floor. You frown in slight surprise and relief- you had no idea you were this strong, although she has a very petite figure.
â[Y/N]!â She gasps unexpectedly- her voice sounds raspier than you had expected and you are not shocked to learn she knows your name.
You, however, could not have ever been prepared for what happened next- against every single law of physics (because, yes, Anastasia has taught you about them), she does not hit the ground. Instead, the red-head manages to tumble mid-air , amidst some sort of scarlet mist, that neither touches her nor the ground, but manages to keep her from finding it.
âWhat the fuck-â You trail off as your legs independently move as far away from her as possible- trying to make you one with the gray wall your back was pushed against.Â
Could it be possible that you have died and this is the devil? Have your kiss with Anastasia dragged you forever away from her, in a place with this woman, who, apparently, bears the powers of evilness? Is this the holy punishment for betraying the trust of the Holy Majesties by kissing their daughterâs cherry-red lips?
Surprisingly, she doesnât look revengeful nor angry, instead, maybe, even a little relieved at your behavior- which makes you even more uneasier than before- are you being tested? Is she accessing you?
With the boldness and bravery that you donât actually have, you demand, once more, an answer âWho are you, where am I, and where is Anastasia?â
Her eyes- tempestuous, troubled, remorseful-, betray her calm exterior and shy smile, you still pretend to try to understand what part of her is truthful to her intentions, though you already know very well.Â
âI wonât hurt you, [Y/N]â Her voice is steady- strangely it shadows you as a source of comfort, you fight away from it âMy name is Wanda, you are safe, and so is sheâ
You donât believe in her for one second, her eyes have betrayed her words, in every way, they could. With a small breath intake, you try once more, not allowing her to run from your words once more âTake me to herâ
Resigned, but not necessarily surprised, Wanda sighs at you and shows a small smile filled with regret âI canât do that- at least not right nowâ
Although you should give her the benefit of the doubt, since there are all types of signs coming off from her- from the best to the worst-, you donât waste another second before throwing a heavy fist in her direction. She knows where Anastasia is and, for some reason, is withholding the information- who knows what could have happened to her?
Wanda, you find out, has impressively fast reflexes, as she effortlessly dodges your punch and immediately gets up from the bed, putting some space between the two of you. She holds her hands slightly up, gesturing a truce â[Y/N], stop! I donât want to hurt youâ
You donât try to hit her anymore, but none of you can step out of your defensive positions, you scowl at her- she wonât hurt you, but she wonât help you either âStop being condescendingâÂ
When she rolls her eyes- because you can be such a pain in the ass whenever you donât get what you want-, you lunge at her once more, youâre not the fittest person to be so sure of winning a fight to the point of trying to provoke it, but for the love of your life- to know she is safe and sound-, there are very few things you wouldnât do.Â
Plus, Wanda doesnât look like the strongest opponent ever, you have learned to fight with guards three times bigger than her.
When a blast of something hitting the opposite corner of the room that youâre in, sizzles right past you- grazing lightly on your elbow, powerful enough to burn, but quick enough to last less than a blink of an eye. In both fear and surprise, you stumble over your own feet, ungracefully falling down to the ground in fear- what the fuck was that?
Your fearful eyes graze upon her and she looks as apologetic as ever, but the small glint in her eyes has yet to fade âI told you to fucking stop â She berates you in a way that almost makes you coil in shame- once more, she doesnât seem to be truly meaning to hurt, her voice screams at the same way it soothes you âIf youâd listen to me-â
Her small speech is cut shortly by a bang on the door- both of you turn your heads to the sound, as two deers would, in fear.
âWanda?âA male voice booms worriedly through the other side of the door, you take a small step back, unaware of what the presence of other people would mean- could you get in even more trouble?
Wanda is no better than you, frozen on the spot, she tried to hurriedly come up with an idea that could send Steve away, knowing very well that if he was here, it wouldnât be long until Natasha arrived, as well, and that would be-
His voice asks her one more time, she can almost feel his worried gaze upon her âWhatâs going on over there?â
As to not arouse any suspicions, Wanda immediately answers him with a half-truth, given that he surely heard your voice from your small outburst not long ago â[Y/N] and I are just training-â
âWanda, open the doorâ And, because the smallest mention of your name was enough to conjure Natasha from wherever she is, the womanâs voice demands it.
The witch sees the exact second in which your eyes flutter with recognition and relief at Natashaâs presence so, in an act of desperation, before you can utter a word, she mutes your voice- itâs painless, but the scared look you send her after your mouth can no longer produce a sound sends a thunderbolt of pain through her entire body.
âWeâll be out in a sec!â She concedes, allowing herself to conceal her emotions for a moment before coming clean and everything starts crumbling down, as itâs bound to.
You still donât understand anything, so when the woman slowly walks to the door- suddenly so small and scared that she is almost invisible-, you frown in even more confusion, is she really going to open it? Are you really going to see Natty? Does that mean you can trust her?
Anastasia steps into the room quickly and urgently, as if she owns it- she has always had the posture of owning whichever room she steps into. Although, you frown slightly- still not gathering enough courage to move from the corner of the room you had thrown yourself into-, she looks so different .
Undeniably beautiful, as she will ever be, but also undeniably older and somehow harsher- her beautiful eyes hold so much they never carried before, her mouth is set into a thin line sharper than the one she would wear in royal duties, there is a small crinkle in between her eyebrows that didnât exist before. All in all, she looks breathtakingly exhausted and you donât know whether to worry or fawn over her- maybe you can do both at the same time while trying to figure out for how long you have been in here or why her clothes look like this .
(You will, also, not deny that black looks absurdly beautiful on her)
At the confusion and fear plastered on your face, as well as with the clear mess of Wandaâs room- courtesy of both of you-, Natasha feels her instincts kicking in high, you arenât your usual self, the two times she has seen you looking this scared were when you first arrived and when she last saw you until then. Something has definitely happened.
 âWhat happened?â She asks in immediate high alert, trying- but failing- to not threaten anyone without knowing what went on.
Steve and a surprisingly stern-looking Tony enter the room right in her tow, taking in the details of a small fight, the way you seem to try to merge yourself into the wall, and the terribly guilty look that Wanda carries. Not sure how to address the situation, they choose the easiest path, and leave it to Natasha to gather the answers.
You almost open your mouth- you want to tell her everything, to urge her to start running with you, to ask her what has happened, if she is okay- or, at least, be able to run until your body collides with her once more. But the fear of being Wandaâs target again makes you keep your mouth shut- you had no voice, anyway.
âWanda?â Natasha impatiently asks her when none of you provides an answer.
Under the pressure of Natashaâs scrutinizing eyes, Wanda burns and breaks into small tears- her voice, frail as the breeze, arrives in tides to her lips âNat, I am so sorry, I just wanted to-â
At the moment that an apology left Wandaâs lips, Natasha stepped closer to her- not entirely to threaten her, but to also move her anxiety away from her body- something had happened to you and Wanda was the one to do it.
Natasha focuses her attention on you, who seem to be indecisive over being comfortable or irked over it- she chooses to not get closer to you, then, but how she wishes to at least be able to make sure you are okay.Â
âWhat did you do?â Her voice, now, sounds so distressed that Tony sends a prying look to Wanda so she can hurry up and start talking.
âShe asked me to take a look at her mind, see if I could find any memory- I know I shouldnât have, but she is my best friend, it was killing me to see her so distraughtâ At the moment that Wanda starts spilling her words everywhere- unfiltered and filled with her accent, two very important things happen.
Natasha looks feral and feels even worse- as if she has been struck by lightning and she can feel the shock traveling alongside her body, sending every nerve of her body into a state of indescribable pain. Because she did not have the right to do this to you, but, mostly, because this has absolutely backfired for you and she is not sure she wants to know how.
You intently drink from her every word, trying to gather every information that is thrown at you and solve the puzzle with shapes you are not familiar with.
Steve almost steps out of the room, knowing that this isnât of interest to either him or Tony, but that it also surely will mess with the atmosphere and dynamic of the entire team, so he backs himself to the doorframe as to intrude them a little bit less. Tony, on the other hand, would happily stay for the drama of the gossip- he even had one or five words to squeak out to the women-, if it wasnât for Captain America quietly dragging him off the room altogether.
Wanda keeps talking, because, right now, that is the only thing she can do to stop herself from fainting âShe- I had no intentions to seek as deep, I wasnât going to seek anything, at all- but you appeared and things started to happen and her mind was playing it non-stop like a movie, and all I wished to do was to see everything I could, so I could tell her the most and help her gain at least some sense of what she had lived, of how you are connected. But, I think now- she doesnât have any memories besides, um, of your past togetherâ
Natasha is so consumed by rage that she barely allows herself to listen to Wandaâs motives, all she can do is speak- with the calmness of the last second before the first tsunami wave-, in words as shaky as her own body is âI cannot believe youâÂ
You feel almost sedated, there is no way any of what she says happened- half of her phrases didnât even make any sense, but there is no way Anastasia would be this engulfed in anger if they werenât true. Deep breaths are easier to take, now that you can suddenly feel your vocal cords being unclipped- though you donât dare to make a noise to check if your voice is truly back, you feel a little less anxious.
And Wanda wishes she would have kept her mouth shut, because she isnât being yelled at, but itâs way worse, because she can feel the disappointment under Natashaâs gaze and in the weight of her words âWanda, you promised me- all of us - that you would never mess with mind control anymore, look at what youâve done!â
She knows is a low blow, she knows Wanda didnât do mind control, and that you sure begged her enough for her to make her mind up, but Natasha couldnât care less, because, right now, all she can see is another person meddling with your life, another person putting you in danger. All she sees is everything she has ever done to keep you safe and have a chance to live a life unfollowed by grief, slipping between her fingers.
Steve decides to step in, before the woman makes things worse- he is not entirely sure of how you and she were connected, but one doesnât have to be a genius to figure out that her entire demeanor towards you came from the one feeling she doesnât know to tame. âNat, I think-â
âYou donât , Steveâ Arrives an immediate answer, followed by her preying eyes hunting his face down âThereâs nothing for you to think- none of this is of your concernâÂ
âIt is of mineâ Worried and, honestly, a little scared of Anastasiaâs anger, your voice decides to make itself known before you can think about it.
The entire room stares at you and you wonder if you could just, maybe, coil your body into itself until you disappear. But very familiar green eyes, once poisoned by ire, are, little by little, unburying themselves from the fog, turning into the shining, loving, caring eyes you have always known, dreamt about, and loved.
âDetka â She whispers, and her voice sounds pure and crystalline once again- you only allow yourself to cry because she already is, and you donât think there is more room in your body for the emotions she builds into you to spread.
Wanda bites her small smile down when she sees the effect you have clearly always had over her, when Natasha has finally been caught off guard- although she is still quite disappointed with herself, she feels a little bit proud, a little bit happy, with being the responsible of making your souls meet once again.
You decide to bite the bullet, since the room seems to drink from your every movement, much like Wanda, you simply spill the words that want to jump from your tongue. Stepping closer to Natty, you still wear your frown under caring eyes.
âI donât really understand- the last time I saw you, your hair was down hereâ You circle her waist with a finger- you donât touch her, but the ghost of your fingers is enough to lift a thousand pounds from Natashaâs chest âYou wore lightness on your pace, life in your eyes and the sweet tones of youth on your voiceâ Your voice, unsure and confused, is enough to push Natasha deep into the floor once again âBut Iâm also not dumbâÂ
At that, both Wanda and Natasha frown, not really understanding where you are getting into, but both praying that it brushed along forgiveness- the former praying for you to understand her intentions, and the latter praying for you to forgive the person she has become, who is so different from the one you knew, since you have so quickly seen through her changes.
Unbeknownst to both, these are things you havenât given much thought to, not bothering to hold them accountable for things they have done out of love and care for you.
âSheâ You point at Wanda- not the devil, but, apparently, your best friend âTried to help me out of some suffering- that, I can only assume has caused some sort of amneziya. But none of this is her fault, she is maybe only collateral damage, because you know how I get when I set my mind to somethingâ You tell Anastasia, because you two are not that different when it comes to stubbornness.
She takes a deep breath- her mouth is smiling without her even realizing, too happy being in your presence to care about much else-, however, because she still has a point to make, Natasha relents, now a bit more serious âYes, but, dove, she is way too powerfulâ Your eyes are locked into each other, you can feel the seriousness when she tells you âYou are lucky she has only erased your recent memoryâ
You still donât understand what is it that she does, nor how she has come to do such things, but there are many more things to be focused on, right now. Like the fact that you are, apparently, in the future, that you once knew the people surrounding you and that, at least now, your soul can rest, having reencountered Anastasia once again. And you have Wanda to thank for this.
Now, having calmed down- at least enough for your lungs to breathe on their own-, you steer away from the wall and step closer to the woman, watching how her defenses crumble at the lessening of the distance. You really do love her, you hope you can, one day, understand what has turned her into someone else- until then, all there is left for you to do is to love her enough to heal the unknown, because she is still your Natty, even if to everyone else she is, apparently, Natasha.
When you arrive at her feet, you trembly take her hand, relishing in how the feeling of being home is still the same, even if her calloused hand has nothing to do with the one you were used âThere is not a foreseeable future in which I would change your love, your beautiful eyes and breathtaking smile, for anything else- if I was miserable enough to ask Wanda to do something this dangerous itâs because I knew I had to. I would rather forget everything about myself than go back to a time in which I have forgotten about youâ You squeeze her hand, emphasizing your every word âDonât you understand it?â
You donât hear an answer, instead, you feel her soft lips against yours- no, not really, you feel them dancing with yours-, she still smells like jasmine and tastes like plumes, and the universe seems to fall into place. You feel like your entire life has led you to this exact moment, every single breath taken was meticulously framed by the universe to end up in her arms, thatâs just the way it is.
Anastasia smiles over your lips- you feel like youâve reached heaven-, and says in one breath the words you have never thought you would hear âI love you, [Y/N]â
Your own smile freezes, and you have to take a step back to ground yourself back to Earth- is it really possible that she could feel as much for you as you feel for her? âYou- you do ?âÂ
You suddenly feel very dumb, because, with the way that her eyes gaze upon you there is no feeling that could possibly bloom in her chest but pure, undiluted love, admiration, and blissfully infatuation.
âYou canât even begin to understand how muchâ The words escape through her smile and you canât help but smile back at her.
âYou underestimate me, Romanovâ A small smirk appears on your lips âI knew I loved you without even knowing who you wereâÂ
Natasha chuckles and nods at you, giving you the last word, this time, because she is too overwhelmed with happiness to think about anything else. Itâs only when your smiles slowly die down, solely because your cheeks canât handle much more, that you remember you were very much so not alone.
You quickly sweep the room with your eyes, finding only Wanda here, now- probably the other two guys have given you some privacy-, whose eyes shine with happiness at the sight of the two of you, and you suddenly remember the very starting point of your kiss. You take a step back, not without pecking the tip of her nose, and smile at Natty once more âDonât get mad at WandaâÂ
Natasha, now calmer, more rational, and more careful with her words, sends what could be a shy look to the woman- she knows she has overstepped, but Wanda has, too, although in different intensities.
âI am upset- she broke a very important promiseâ She tells you, but you know she is indirectly telling Wanda, as well âEven though it came from a good placeâ
You nod at her, happy to know that there is a lot of your Anastasia in Natasha, and turns to Wanda, who still bears unsure eyes âHer forgiveness is slow, but truthfulâ You smile at her, trying to ease her unsettledness âYou two will be fineâÂ
Before any of the women could say anything more- and Natasha had a few good words to let the witch know that she is not as lenient with people as she is with you, Tony steps into the room once more, bringing on his toes a very annoyed Steve, who had done everything to keep the man out of the room- to no avail.
âI havenât got a clue about the underlines- by the way, hello once more, [Y/N], Iâm Tony Stark, the owner of the building and your best friendâ The eccentric man approaches you- you donât think you have ever seen someone so⌠like this, but you are instantly drawn to him, you donât know about being his best friend, but you have the feeling that his intentions are good âBut this is absurd, we need to get her memory backâ
At that, all sets of eyes focus on him, because this is the million-dollar question that only Wanda, ready to make it right for the three of you, has the voice to ask âAnd what do you suggest?â
Summary: Natasha is not exactly keen on the fact that Wanda has erased your memories
Previously, on this path: Chapter I.I.I.0
â.ŕłŕż*:ｼ CHAPTER I.I.I.0.I
âDear Godâ Wanda whispers to herself as she stares at you flabbergasted, praying that you were just being a little shit and pranking her, she will be so so fucked otherwise.
âI asked you two questionsâ You raise your voice slightly to try to hide the tremble in it. Youâre sure this woman is not the one behind the Romanov attack, since she looks on the verge of tears- was she not expecting you to wake up? In fact, why is she so close to you?
As she draws in a shaky breath, you use this time to take a look around the room youâre in, trying to make a way out- you had never seen a room so geometric before- every surface is made of perfectly straight lines, and there is too much gray, white, and glass for you to consider comfortable. There are objects youâre not sure of what to do with- portraits, perhaps? Maybe a dark-tinted mirror, it doesnât feel like a room someone would willingly live in.Â
Wanda, on the other hand, is freaking out for very different reasons- your guarded posture and rapid gaze are more than enough proof- besides your forlorn eyes- that she has royally fucked up. She should have never pushed your mind for more- she had promised you she would be careful, even after warning you of the consequences, she should have never agreed.
Even worse than having your entire recent memory erased is what Natasha is going to do to her, once she finds out- and, unfortunately to Wanda, she, herself, is somewhat of an ethical person and knows that itâs the best path to follow, for both your and Natashaâs side.
â[Y/N], get upâ Her strong, heavily accented, and fearful voice gains your attention. Huh, you also realize that the both of you, for some reason, are not speaking Russian, but English- a language you have been taught by Anastasia.
God, and where is Anastasia? You start to grow antsy as the woman shows no intentions of answering your questions- if she wonât listen nor answer you, why are you even here?Â
âI will not do anything until you tell me-â Your voice is strong, focused, and you are on the path of threatening her before she cuts you off- for a small ego matter, you thank her for it, given that you didnât have anything to threaten her with, in the first place.
âIâm taking you to her , Christâ Her distressed voice makes you stand up and get ready to follow her, afraid she could change her mind- youâre still very much confused as to your surroundings and the circumstances of it- so you just agree when she tells you âLet me handle her first, please keep quietâ
You pretend you donât flinch when her doors are opened without the use of the doorknob, nor that your eyes donât immediately burn with the strength of the lightness that the corridors of this place bear- stronger and unnatural in a way that you canât understand. Is it possible that you might have ended up in a military facility? That is the only answer you can fathom to create when snaking after the woman for the endless hallways- all covered in some sort of metal, cold, straight-lined, symmetrically built as the room you were once in.
A small spot of fear starts to stain your thoughts- is she even really taking you to Natty? Can you trust her? If you donât, is it even worth it to try to run? is there a way out of this place? Maybe if you had counted how many turns, if they were to the left or right-
You bump against the woman as she abruptly comes to a stop- there is a door, just as the room you had just left did, and you know- because you feel Anastasiaâs heartbeat against the door, rather than because you believe in the redhead in front of you- she is behind it. The uneasy feeling that has been hunting your peace, and rushing through your veins finally eases enough for you to take a calmer breath.
âRemember, let me talk to her first, okay?â The woman whispers at you, she now looks as if sheâs about to burst into nervousness- you swear you could almost see her eyes changing colors- but her smile is still trying to appear calm- you canât help but wonder if is she in any danger âThings are not the same since youâve last seen each other, much has changedâ
At this, you take a step back, trying to gather what it could possibly mean- how long has it been since youâve last seen each other? For how long have you been kept here? Why are you both here? Does she know Anastasia, too? What could have possibly changed?
The one spot of worry grows considerably larger as a looming possibility crowds your mind, dark and heavy as a tempestuous cloud- suddenly much of her behavior makes more sense, could she be, now, close to Natty as you once were? Is this why she has to be the one to talk while you stand in the background?
She finally knocks on the door- the both of you hold your breaths in apprehension and fear, for very different reasons. The answer doesnât arrive immediately, but you can both tell she is here.
âYes?â Says the voice you would recognize in every single universe- you release a deep breath, oh, she truly is here, and how you are enamored of it!-, but that holds such an unfamiliar undertone- something has, indeed , changed- she sounds somewhat bitter, guarded, shielded in a way she has never before.Â
You try not to focus on the fact that she sounds older, too, thatâs not a thing you would like to think about, right now.
âTasha?â The woman asks and you can almost feel a dagger being aimed, pushed, and twisted into your chest- her tone carries so much vulnerability, her nickname carries a history that you do not know of- you once knew and shared everything with Natty.Â
The door doesnât take long to be opened after this- in fact, she was almost yanked as Anastasia stands behind it, stepping outside to immediately take a careful hold on the womanâs wrist- that is, until she stops on her track, after catching sight of you.
You try not to blink as all the blood from your body turns into tears under your eyes- she is older, she looks exactly as you had always imagined- a sight to be beckoned, to be reverenced, to be worshipped- you can even see a touch or two of her mother, not that you would ever mention it, as tyrant as that woman could be, you were not blind.Â
âWhat is it?â She, almost hastily, asks the woman, but keeps you in her peripheral vision- something she has been doing ever since you can remember- but she usually wouldnât ignore you, nor pretend to, as she is now âWanda?â
âNat, I-â The woman- Wanda, apparently- takes a step back, staying away from Nattyâs reach âI am so sorry, I really fucked upâ
You both frown at her behavior- Natasha, because she was still as blind to what had happened and as to why you, of all people, are standing in front of her door, behind a hysterical Wanda, and you, because, well , you donât really have to explain it, do you?
âWanda?â She eyes the woman carefully, taking a step back herself, trying to calm the woman down, before- finally - turning at you, with some urgency âWhat- are you okay?â You donât know what exactly has changed, but there is no way you could ever meet her eyes and not swoon under its gaze, there is just so much you have read in it to not completely melt in the spot.
âI am, Natty- are you? What happened? Can you please- do you know- no, firstly, did we have a fight?â You immediately bite your cheeks at the very same second you close your mouth- you really should have rehearsed something.Â
Her eyes are staring back at you with a mix of fear, hope, and love- there has always been love here, for you-, you donât know what to make of it, so you stay put, assuming you probably are bearing a similar mix, you hope someone actually says something concrete, soon.
âWhat?â She whispers, it sounds wet, defeated and somehow enlightened- she sounds like she has come out of a dream, in a very realistic sense, she doesnât sound very grounded â[Y/N], have you-â
Wanda opens her mouth before you can utter another sound- and she doesnât stop âI got into her mind- she pleaded with me to do it, I know I shouldnât have- I am so sorry, Natasha, I think I went too far and now⌠she has no memory, again-âÂ
Her voice disappears as the words start to sink in for the older woman, who now bears a look you have never seen before- Anastasia could have never done something like this, to burn someone so easily with a glare icier than snow itself.Â
You watch quietly as Wanda scurries to finish her next set of confusing words, glaringly afraid of the woman you have always loved you so âWell, no memory but of you, of the, um, before â
Anastasia blinks once and turns at you, eyeing you as curiously as a cat, she has always been very much cat-like, you ponder with a small smile- fear still floods her eyes and now love has given space to longing. Her beautiful face looks as if you are but a fragment of her dreams, too scared to move a wrong muscle and lose you.Â
â[Y/N], dear, whatâs my name?â Her voice is guarded, under what sounds like a thousand armors, but still sweet as has always been.
You canât even frown at the question nor register the words Wanda has said, because of the blinding smile that takes over your face- she still holds you close to her heart, her eyes can never lie, not to you âFor me itâs always been Natty, Anastasia for the others- and, I guess, Natasha for herâ
Natasha has always prided herself on managing to remain impassive under any type of circumstance, no matter how gruesome or unthinkable it could get, she knew how to wear her armor very well. The one thing her heart couldnât conceal with her mask, however, was when matters came to you- not, in a hundred years of grieving, her heart could get used to not having your smile by her side.
âOhâ When a heavy tear makes its way to Natashaâs chin, and her voice canât seem to find the right path to her throat, Wanda knows she has messed with a very dangerous thing. You, however, donât seem to mind as much, having seen Anastasia cry a handful of times- she has the most sensitive soul.
âPleaseâ Anastasiaâs voice, weak as your knees have been ever since you have cast your eyes on her, fill the hallway with its strength âLet me hug you, kotenok â
You donât have to be told twice- although there is something different about her, although there is definitely a lot you seem to have missed, although she seems like a completely different person to the girl you once knew, there is not an inch in your body that could be able to deny her such thing- she is your home, after all.Â
You curtly step away from Wanda so you can finally, finally , meet the warmth of Nattyâs body again- you werenât expecting to feel so whole, so beautifully you , after being enveloped by her surprisingly strong arms. Something in your soul finally seems to be complete, grounded on Earth in the way you were meant to be.
Natasha, on the other hand, feels the planets aligning with her heart, she feels the world finally taking a breath, she is one with the universe once again. Having your body in her arms once more has been nothing but a dream for so long, she doesnât think she is able to understand all of the emotions breaking every surface of the armor she has built for so long.Â
 âDove, I-â She starts, but canât really make sense of anything, she just needs to talk to you, feel you, look at you- to finally keep you safe, after so many years of her having done so, for her.
Thatâs exactly why her eyes find Wandaâs, still a few steps away from the two of you, looking as out of place and regretful as she felt. She doesnât hate Wanda, she never will, but the witch has broken the one promise she has ever made, with none other than you , of all people- she canât help it if, right now, all she sees is red, so dark it could almost be black.
âWandaâ Her voice, alien to your years, makes the witch face her once more âI donât want you near me, us- her âÂ
Wanda is not surprised by her words, nor by her tone, but, of course, it doesnât make it any easier- she was expecting it, almost praying for the woman to berate her- because, at least, she wasnât angry to the point of start ignoring her. Gloom settles into the witch as a well-known friend, she knows itâs her fault, but she canât believe she has lost two of her best friends in spite of a day.
âYesâ She all but hums under Natashaâs gaze- and, before she makes any motion to leave, she defends herself- futilely, she knows-, one more time âI am so sorry, I was just trying to helpâ
Natasha knows this, but itâs still not enough- you could have been seriously injured and Wanda, of all people, should have thought about it before trying to do what you asked for- it is hard, but thatâs exactly what she has been doing for so long, to keep you safe- Wanda almost put it all to lose âYou promised you would never do it againâ
âI knowâ Because, against Natashaâs judgment, Wanda did know, but the fate of not knowing your past was almost as bad as this aftercome, she just had to try to help you.
She is almost turning the corner of the hallway- a little bit in a hurry, eager to just take a shower and let her tears be the guide of her decisions for the rest of the day, oh how she wishes she could call you to her room and just tell you everything, so you would make her laugh and distract her from everything until the world no longer hurt. How she already misses her best friend.
âWanda?â Natashaâs voice calls her once more.
She turns back at her almost too quickly, almost too eagerly, almost allowing a small smile in answer.
âFind Bruceâ Natasha asks, not without coldness under her words âYou need to find a way to fix thisâ
Wanda nods- she doesnât wear forlorn eyes anymore, now, they are determined, fierce- she will find a way to fix this, she has to- for you, for Natasha, for her forgiveness. She sends you one last smile before her small, decided, steps are lost somewhere in the maze of hallways you came from.
Itâs when youâre finally alone, that you find the courage to untangle yourself from Anatasia and whisper, still unsure about the environment you have found yourself in âWhat is happening, Natty? I am so lostâ You confide to her, watching as her attentive eyes drink from every word you say- you canât lose another second before you whisper one of the phrases you have told her the most âYou are so beautifulâ
Her blush, one of her most given answers, is accompanied by the most beautiful smile there can ever be âOh, darling owner of my heartâ She whispers back at you, opening the door she has come from, not long ago and tugging your hand softly âCome in, I shall tell you everythingâ
hiii do you plan to open your fic requests soon? (i'm loving the haindmaden thank you for this masterpiece btw)
hi, darling! as soon as i finish the handmaiden- a month or so, maybe?- i'll definitely open the requests (thanks for reading it, so happy you're liking so far <33)
P.S: please don't try to follow the order of the chapters below! you should start on Chapter I and choose your paths from there!
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I
Summary: Being the new Avenger is hard enough, but dealing with Natashaâs cold behavior and finding out she is the key to uncovering your past, certainly takes the podium.
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.I
Summary:Â Your mind has its hidden surprises (Wanda is one to say it)
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.II
Summary: Wanda has a different approach to matchmaking
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.I.I
Summary: The good and the bad side of falling in love with a Romanov
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.I.I.0
Summary: Wanda could say she had told you so
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.II.I
Summary: You finally get Natasha to explain you everything (and end up finding one more thing out)
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.II.II +18
Summary: Not getting what you want isn't always a bad thing
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.I.II
Summary: You have decided to not let Natasha run away, this time
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.I.II.I
Summary: Once again, a meeting of two souls
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.I.II.II
Summary: Two steps forward, one step back is still one step forward
Summary: It's your turn to make a sacrifice for both of you
Previously, on your path:Â Chapter I.II.I
â.ŕłŕż*:ｼ CHAPTER I.II.I.II
âI donât think so, Natâ You usher- hurting both you and the woman you have chased for so long, but you know that you owe the peace to her, just as much as you do to yourself âLove- or caring, whatever it might have been- doesnât treat me like you didâÂ
You canât stand to look at her and watch how her eyes are glazed, opaque, empty- as if you had shot her with the gun she had trusted you with- which, in a sense you did, you asked her to tell you everything, you know she was just trying to protect you by denying, but now itâs the time for you to do the same.Â
You are not the person she remembers you to be, you are not her [Y/N], her lover, the one who accompanied Anastasia Romanov on her luxurious balls- you are the result of a centennial of torture by HYDRA, you are the new avenger, who has just learned how to live outside of a cell. Differently than with Natasha, there is nothing inside of you that resembles the woman you once were, a lifetime ago.
The decision to push her away after she opened herself to you makes you feel like youâre breathing fire, but you canât let her live under an illusion and slowly break even more her own heart by realizing it will never be as it was, just as you canât be chained to your past- you have to push her away to protect her, oh, how the tables have turned.
âIf you care about someone, you wonât pester them, you definitely wonât ignore them and you wonât make selfish decisions because they suit you betterâ Your voice sounds unbelievably strong, as if the foot of a soldier hits the ground whenever you click your tongue.
You still wonât look at her, your eyes are trained on your own hands, but you can feel her unwavering lost stare melting your skin. From the corner of your eye, you can see her wrist silently moving to her face, bringing a couple of tears back down with it, soaking her underarms, as well. You canât pretend you donât feel your heart breaking, slowly, painfully, as if it was holding itself together, after all of these years, just for you to throw its efforts away at the last minute.
âIâm so sorryâ Itâs her whispered, broken voice that finishes the shredding of your heart. You almost beg her to keep her mouth shut. âPlease, forgive me, [Y/N], you are completely right, I shouldnât have acted like that, it was cowardly and- and- just so wrong â
Of course, you feel her pain burning inside of you, but thatâs exactly the sight youâre trying to avoid in the long run.
âI forgive you, Nat, but I don't think there is a love story for us, at least not anymoreâ
She doesnât crumble against you like you thought she would, once she realizes you are not going to change your mind- that's not how she does things-, instead, she locks her gaze on your face, drinking from your every detail. You canât tell what can possibly be going on inside her mind.Â
That is, until she tells you âI donât believe youâ To which your heart breaks, because, of course it will be followed by her plead âLook at me and tell me you donât feel anythingâ
There are things that you know you are bound to fail before you can even begin to try- this is most definitely one of these cases, but you donât want the luxury of dooming both of you like this, if you give it up.
You stare back into her gaze, itâs not as suave as it once was, not much more than an hour ago, but itâs still not as dull as it used to be, in the past months. She carries the weight of the world behind her tired eyes, but here they are holding onto hope that is only still burning because of you.
Oddly, you feel as if youâre staring at the mirror.
You breathe once before preparing yourself, still unsure of whether you want to just say it and end this for once, or to stop yourself before you do end this for once âI donât-âÂ
The fact that your mouth canât physically keep moving is not a surprise, it has always been a tad traitorous, after all. But itâs the light grin on her lips that causes you to hide your face behind your shaky hands, in agony âNatasha, pleaseâ
You can hear the smile wiping out of her face, her voice sounds like a warm blanket being wrapped against you- you think your heart has just broken in one more piece with it âWhat is it, my darling?â She whispers with such care that you wish you could just go back, you wish you could pretend you had never chosen the path you did âWhat has gotten into this pretty head of yours?â
You wish you could just scream at her, how is it that she doesnât seem to realize that the one sole thing that haunts your mind in the most beautifully painful way is her? Itâs Natasha, and only Natasha- and thatâs exactly the problem, you are as in love with her as she is in love with her memory of you, this is bound to be astronomically disastrous.
âYou donât know me anymore, Natâ Itâs what you answer instead, trying not to wear yourself out even more âThe [Y/N] from your memories is gone, I can never compare to herâ
Her voice arrives strong as a bolt, and you almost feel her despair filling the air âYouâre absurdly wrongâ She takes a quick breath before continuing âYou havenât changed one bit, darling- and even if you did, that's not- [Y/N], my soul will always love yoursâÂ
Youâre shaking your head before her last word is spoken- you don't doubt her for a second, but you know itâs not that simple, but, oh, how you wish it could be âNat, chasing the old me isnât good for either of usâ
âBut I wonâtâ She all but begs you- you wish you could tell if she was trying to convince you or herself, as well âYou will remember things, eventually- the flash you just had is not a coincidence, but even if it was I would still-â
The fact that she holds on to this hope is enough to let you know that you're doing the right thing.
âNatâ Her holy name hurts your throat, almost begging you not to leave you, as well âPlease donât make this hurt more than it has toâ
Itâs with her name being so crudely spoken- as if your tongue has delicately pushed her unripe name out before it was ready, a forced eviction on its harsher form simply because it was not harsh at all- that it finally sinks in, for Natasha, that you are not backing down on your decision.
Once more, she doesnât crumble- but her eyes have never been more clouded, despite the tide of tears dropping out of them. Her lips are failing to remain still and you notice, with yet another slash in your heart, that she shares the same unruly, betrayful, mouth with you.
Instead, she merely asks, in a voice so stoic that you wonder how many parts of her you have killed today âDo you think weâll have another chance?âÂ
It's with an injection of fear that you wonder if you have doomed the two of you to going back to ignoring each other- how you long to have her in your life, even though you see no happy future as lovers, you donât think you can completely be in peace without her, now that she has snaked herself into your days.
You wish you had never met her prior to a few months ago, or that she has never remembered you, you wish you could just allow yourself to fall for her now, as maybe a friend- slowly and unperceptively, free to take your own first steps and with the sea of possibilities that only the milestones of two people first falling in love could ever offer. How you wish she could be yours as much as you are hers.
âI donât know, Natâ You scrunch your face in an attempt to stop the pool of tears from falling from your eyes âThe multiverse is endless, did you know that? I pray we have made it in at least oneâ
âYeahâ Her eyes still wonât meet yours, but she agrees with a half-smile âI donât think we can run from fate more than onceâ
â.ŕłŕż*:ｼ
END OF PATH
hello, lovelies! this is a wrap for this path! this one is probably the saddest last chapter of them all, i hope you're not too upset- but as [y/n] said, there are endless endings and this just felt right for her
i hope you have enjoyed this little experiment as much as i loved writing it and explore more of the paths! <3
Summary: Sometimes, change is more for better than for worse
Previously, on your path:Â Chapter I.II.I
â.ŕłŕż*:ｼ CHAPTER I.II.I.I
[The next morning]
âYouâre lateâ
She mumbles tiredly, watching you prepare the hot chocolate.
You grin as you watch Natty smiling at you, remembering how, not much more than a day ago, she had uttered the very same words, but in oh-so-many different ways. You would say it feels like you have lived through years in twenty-four hours, but you kind of did, so you hum- as tired as you felt yesterday, but now livelier, giddy, in ways you didnât even know that could exist.
Natasha has this effect on you, youâve figured out.
âTwenty-two minutesâ She tries to remain stern, but her smile drips into every syllable.
âI happened to have overslept, Nattyâ You answer her, grabbing a second mug from the cabinet, and preparing two hot chocolates at the same time âYou know, the past really doesnât like to stay hidden- but when it finally comes up, it trauma-dumps into you real hardâ
âDid you have any more nightmares, darling?â Natâs entire demeanor changes as you speak, her playfulness now instantly replaced by worry- and, not for the first time, you wonder if she was always good at masking her emotions or if you were actually too blind in fear of her to notice the signs that might have always been right here.Â
But, again, you couldâve never imagined any of it, so you cut yourself some slack.
âNot really, more like nonstop memoriesâ You finish both of the hot cocoas with a small swirl of Tonyâs beloved whipped cream- trusting Nat wouldnât rat on you now-, and hand her a mug. âI think they will come back to me as time goes on- I saw you a lot, you know? I remembered Madame Katerina, too, from the kitchen! And, oh, Nat, the castle!â
She accepts the mug with yet another one of those gazes, the one in which she still doesnât believe to be living this reality- you donât tell her you can see her quietly pinching her arm from second to second. Your heart swoons for this woman, and, with each passing second, you realize it to be one of your old habits emerging.
âThis is a dream coming true, dove, Iâm beyond happy for youâ Anatasiaâs voice is as light and loopy as she feels âAnd how did you like the castle? What else did you see?â
You smile at her giddy antics and, before realizing it, caress her cheek- carefully, holding her angelic face softly with the palm of your hand, she is the prettiest source of light you have ever come across. She stops sipping her beverage and tenses over your hold- carefully searching for your gaze.
âDid you see yourself doing that to me, too?â Her voice is not tense, it still holds its dreamy hold, but carries a small drop of urgency behind it.
You let your hand still against her, as she hasnât pulled away from you, and answer honestly âNot really, I just⌠felt like it, I guessâ
Natasha trembles lightly- you feel it more than you can see it, she holds your gaze with the simple spark of her watery smile âYou used to hold me all the time, just like thisâ Her hand cups yours, applying more pressure on her cheek- she closes her eyes, allowing herself to finally relax against you.Â
The tears that adorn her face are cold and made of crystal, you have no wonder that, dare you taste it, it would taste like sugar- itâs not the kind of tear that comes from a bad place. You canât help but notice how mesmerizing Natasha looks and wonder if, maybe, the Super Serum has something to do with how ethereal she always manages to look.
Itâs her voice, as always, that brings you back to reality âYou better not get tired of seeing me cryâ
You could have burst out laughing at the mere idea of getting tired of anything related to her, how could she not see it? You have waited your whole life to see her.
A third voice makes both of you jump at the sudden burst of your moment âMorningâÂ
Tony Stark trots into the kitchen wearing his head as high as his ego, and eyeing, with mild curiosity, Natashaâs head resting on your hand. You try not to overthink how her posture has gone rigid against you under his gaze- neither of you were expecting to display the change of your dynamic in such little time, you donât even know exactly what to do with it, yet.
"What am I seeing here, now?"
And poor Tony was just a passerby suddenly caught in a hurricane.
Since Natasha, uncharacteristically, has remained silent, you decide to step in before he starts getting nosy- as he does- and things start to actually get personal in ways youâre both not ready to share.
You pretend to brush dust out of Nattyâs face and quickly focus back to the hot cocoas you were doing before getting distracted by the woman âIâm sorry, Tony, I know I shouldnât have used your whipped creamâ
You wear your best puppy face as you hope he redirects his attention elsewhere- as predicted, he does, and his face all but falls as he registers what you have just told him.
âWhat are you- my whipped cream?â He eyes you in disbelief, shaking the sleep out of his morning body â[Y/N], the one thing I told you not to use-â Tony cuts himself mid-sentence, grabbing possessively the can âWe will discuss your attitudes laterâ
Natasha, now more relaxed as he falls back into his usual antics, allows herself to slightly approach her body to yours again, but dares not to touch it. She fishes her book- until then, long forgotten on her lap, and resumes her reading from yesterday- as she usually did, every morning, until finished your beverages.
You take the sight of her in with a twinkle in your eyes, trying your best not to openly make heart eyes at the woman you publicly antagonized- until yesterday. You risk a look to Tony, who remains way too quiet for being the one who caught you red-handed- almost literally- and, much to the surprise of both you and Nat, who is very much so focused on his own breakfast, and on the can of whipped cream he is holding for dear life.
Deciding to use his unusual behavior for your benefit, you, once again, albeit timidly, reach for Natashaâs cheeks- itâs a soft caress, nothing much longer than five seconds, you wonât risk that much- all you want to do is just touch her and see her blindingly beautiful smile as she feels your caring nuzzles.Â
You have come to the realization that itâs not easy to be around the woman without the feeling of her intoxicating you at every given moment.
âGood morning, good morning!â Wanda is the next to arrive at the kitchen, beaming a sleepy smile- first at you, then one that grows bigger at the sight of the closeness between you and Natasha.Â
âGood morning, Wandsâ You excitedly greet her, having almost forgotten to gush to her about everything that has happened, since you havenât had much time to digest the events yourself.
âMorning, Wanda!â Natasha answers, and the three of you- Wanda, Stark and yourself- make a double take as her voice, usually grounded and under a few armors, today sounds lighter and brighter than any firefly.
With a subtle eyebrow arch, your best friend fights a small smile on her lips and starts to make her own breakfast, but not without making sure to let you know she has noticed the very clear shift in the spirits of the pair of you today.
Oh, you have a lot to tell me, [Y/N/N]
You donât jump in surprise by the gentle intrusion of Wandaâs voice in your mind anymore, but it never fails to take you slightly off of your feet. You smile impossibly bright against your mug, if there is someone who will hear of you and Nat, it will definitely be her.
You have absolutely no idea, Wands
âGood morning, teamâ Steveâs energetic voice arrives not much later than Wanda did.Â
You canât help but feel a little closer to him, now, as youâve learned youâre also - somewhat- of a Super Soldier. Itâs something quite irrational, maybe even out of a childish wish, but it feels like you finally know things- real, concrete things- about yourself, you can finally create a true bond with the team.
But, despite your excitement, itâs not you who says a very happy âMorning, Steve!âÂ
Natasha- beautiful, smiling, glowing, Natasha- looks up from her book once more and welcomes him with a warm smile, two very rare occasions to happen, especially when around you. He doesnât let it show how much heâs surprised, but a small wink to the redhead is thrown before he follows suit, after Tony and Wanda, to make his breakfast.
Since Natasha canât help anymore but finally give in to her incessant needs- to touch you and hold you on her own- and, also, because five people in the kitchen create just too much of a cacophony, she closes her book and raises her voice slightly louder, so she can- in an almost nonchalantly way- be heard by all.
âWanna head to the balcony?â Her neutral tone would have been perfect had it not been badly betrayed by her hopeful, glistening, green eyes- always been seen by you as very cat-like, Natasha, now looks like a very happy puppy.
You nod as you put both of your empty mugs in the sink- dodging Wanda and Steve while doing so âSure, wanna help me finish some reports later?â
âYouâre lucky youâre youâ Her grumble is not as annoyed as it used to be, and she almost rushes to stand up. Per the means of her newfound-Â adorable- actions, youâre sure the team is bound to at least deduce something in no less than a week.
âOh, if I do knowâ You smile at her, trying to pry away the blushing of your cheeks before you look like youâve gotten sunburned- as much as you now understand Natasha a little better, you are very much so not used to being the object of her affections- in fact, you're not very much used to being the object of her anything.
As the two of you head to the balcony, almost tripping on each otherâs loving gazes, Wanda turns around to the boys, smiling widely as the Cheshire cat.
âFinallyâ Steve smiles, finishing his scrambled eggs- he canât help it, he has always been a tad too romantic-leaning- even a little bit too hopeful, as he has been told, but what can one do when it comes to happy endings- or beginnings- of their loved ones?
Tony hums, scooping an ice cream ball next to his waffle âTook them long enoughâ
The two men start to open their wallets, given that Wanda has won the bet made by Clint- you and Natasha have taken your heads out of your asses three days before the limit day she had chosen. If she might have had something to do with that, by luring you into talking to her and thus start chasing Natasha- that doesnât need to be disclosed with them. At the end of the day, you and Nat are finally truly and completely happy- and thatâs all she could have wanted for two of the people she loves the most in the entire world.
She shakes her hand dismissively at the money, holding her own tea mug âKeep it, letâs just enjoy our first peaceful breakfast in monthsâ
Tony huffs, backing her up âAmen to thatâ
â.ŕłŕż*:ｼ
END OF PATH
that's a wrap on this path, lovelies! i hope you've enjoyed this little ride and how it was finished, i love how they thought no one would notice lol thank you so, so much for sticking with me until here! i hope to see you exploring some other paths <3
Summary: Natasha's room is definitely not what you were expecting
Previously, on your path:Â Chapter I.I.II.II
â.ŕłŕż*:ｼ CHAPTER I.I.II.II.0
As she steps back inside her room, looking back at you expectantly, you donât need to be told twice, immediately following track- you canât believe she is really allowing you into her room, you donât even know how to act.
While she closes the door, you take a moment to take a peak at the room around you- it resembles your room, as you should have expected, given that she is probably not one for frivolous modifications and you donât actually have anything to decorate yours.
She does have a lot of plants- there are three vases by the window, one of a snake plant, another of papyrus, and a beautiful white jasmine vine, at the foot of her bed stands a big areca palm, practically stealing all the attention to itself. In the corner of the room that doesnât have much direct sunlight, you can see a beautiful monstera plant, paired with a cast iron plant.
âYou have such a beautiful room, Natâ You compliment her, you can already feel yourself relaxing at the peace that her bedroom exhales âI wouldnât have pegged you as a plant mom, if only, maybe, of a cactusâ
âThank youâ She answers with a small chuckle- there is still an edge on her voice âDo not ever call me a plant mom again- and I do have a cactusâ
She points at the side of her bed, where, on the bedside table rests a small ball cactus, alongside a small metal panel, filled with photographs- you squint your eyes as varieties of the same blonde hair appear on the photos.
âOh, is that Yelena?â You nod your head to the panel, smiling as she nods nervously- you had heard about her a lot, it feels nice to finally put her face into such an important name âShe is so beautifulâÂ
âShe isâ Natasha answers, almost proudly.Â
Before you can move on from the pictures, your eyes catch a small piece of paper- on the top corner of the panel, almost hidden by a picture of the Avengers. You can barely breathe as you stare back at a drawing of yourself.
You point at the yellowed paper, forcing the words out of your mouth as if they are made of sand âIs this-âÂ
Natasha silently leaves your side, approaches the small table and carefully, with touches that are barely there, unclips the frail paper from under the other.Â
Before you can comprehend, she is already back at you, almost not offering the drawing for you to touch- you donât think you could touch it anyway. It is very clearly your bust- maybe six or seven years younger- an age in which you hadnât seen yourself yet, you wear your hair in a beautiful bun, and your smile almost shines within the paper.Â
There is a russian inscription at the bottom of the paper and youâre left even more confused than before- can you speak russian?
âAre you okay?â Natashaâs voice pulls you back into her room- not as peaceful as you had found it, just a moment ago.
Youâre not sure, so you donât answer, instead, you ask her another question âWhen was this?â
â1918, come sit downâ She barely allows you to digest the information, before she guides you to her bed. You frown at her, feeling lost again, and a small chuckle leaves your mouth.
âNat, Iâm twenty⌠somethingâ Your answer is not the most credible one, given that you donât know how old you truly are- perks of being raised as HYDRAâs lab rat- all you do know is what Bruce told you after your first battery of exams âthe aging process of your DNA suggests that you have in between twenty-one and twenty-five yearsâ and, since then, you stuck with the one solid piece of information you have about yourself.
Natasha seems to be intricately choosing her next words, so you try to prepare yourself for whatever comes next âIn the same way that Steve is thirty-somethingâ She tiptoes around her own ideas before adding âIn the same way Iâm thirty-something- they probably dosed you a little higher than they did to me, Iâm only a year older than youâ
âOhâ Youâre so glad Nat sat you down before, because your body goes immediately numb- you can hear her slowly speaking to you, and the melody of her voice doesnât fail to calm you down, but you canât bring yourself to pay attention to anything else.Â
The one thing you had clung to for so long was not even close to the truth, you donât even know anymore if you want to find it anymore, you want to be twenty-something- why didnât you listen to her various attempts to protect you from this?Â
Protect you-Â your cheeks are warmed up once again, your whole face gains back color at the simple reminder of her caring about you- about you being missed by her. Maybe, you ponder, finding out that youâve had this much love surrounding you, even if only by her, even if you still donât know much for certain, is worth sharing a little bit of the pain she has carried by herself for so long.
âShould I stop?â Is the first thing you hear after zoning back to her room, once more.
âYesâ You answer without thinking, but hurriedly fix it âNoâ And, after receiving a worried look, you take a breathe, nodding at her with more certainty âJust- follow my leadâÂ
Natasha smiles easily at you, nodding in agreement, waiting patiently for your pacing- itâs not like she hasnât kept it for a century- she tries not to follow your movements too obviously, but she supposes you canât blame her for being a little worried.
âWeâre super soldiers, then?â You try to understand from how she explained it to you.
âNot quiteâ She grimaces a little, knowing you just needed one objective answer âWe were the first people to be tested for the Super Sorum, so they a lot changed from ours to Steveâ, we donât have super strength nor super healing, but we have great reflexes and age at a slower paceâÂ
âYeahâ You nod, starting to piece the pieces of information together- your puzzle is starting to feel more complete at each word that leaves her mouth, finally.Â
There was, however, one nagging question that has been bothering you ever since you saw the drawing- what do you have to do with Russia?Â
Undeniably, you can infer that you have met there, under circumstances you still donât know- so are you russian, then? Did you have a family back then, in 1918? And where does Natasha Romanoff fit into all of this?
Oh.
You suddenly feel as if a lamp has lightened up inside of your brain- Natasha probably has everything to do with Russia, in 1918- you are either right or have gone insane, at this point, for even considering such a thing. But all is fair after you found out youâre at least a hundred years old less than an hour ago.
âSo, bear with meâ You try to explain yourself before asking her âDo you happen to have anything to do with Anatasia Romanov?â
Natasha smiles like the sun of midday, it almost blinds you and warms you at the same time âUp until they turned me into Nataliaâ You canât believe youâre actually right.
The one thing that rolls out of your mouth is âI am so sorryâ Because what else could you possibly say to a girl whose family was murdered in front of her, who, then, was captured by the Red Room for God knows how long?
Surprisingly, her smile gets even wider âOf all people, youâre the only one who shouldnât have to say thisâ And you donât get the chance to even get surprised by this, before sheâs explaining why âYouâre the only reason that Iâm aliveâ
âWhy? Wait- Hold on, what was I, anyway?â You double-question her and she has to refrain herself from relishing how little you have really changed. You take the twinkle in her eyes as a green light to poke her a little âBesides your fling, that is- how was it that you said before? Your âeverythingâ â
Itâs her turn to blush, and she does beautifully so âFunnyâ With a cute little grin still adorning her lips, Natasha answers you âYou were my handmaidenâ And, in the same breath, adds in a more serious tone âMy loverâÂ
âHandmaidenâ You test the thought on your mind.Â
You were a handmaiden, you lived in Russia, you were a teenager in 1918, and you were Natashaâs- then, Anastasia- lover. Your eyes are filled with gratitude at the same time they are with tears, both of them too abundant to not spill down your cheeks.
âI canât thank you enough for telling me all of this, Natashaâ You whisper in wobbly words âI imagine it canât be easy for you, not one part of thisâ
âDonât thank me, darling, I am so unbelievably sorry for withholding the truth from you for so longâ The woman tries to blink her two traitorous tears away, her voice sounds so raw that they donât even sound like Natasha at all- and, no matter how much she is right for telling you she is sorry, all you want to do is hug her until she calms down.
âYou have been the light of my life for so long, even after all these years, the mere knowledge that I have been loved by you has always been my safe harborâ Her tiny, shaky voice spills every word as if she is a faucet just ready to burst âI just didnât want to get to know the new you and risk forgetting about the one that I have always held so dearly in my heartâ
There are a thousand things you want to tell her, all running through your brain, begging to be chosen- but none being actually able to leave your mouth, and you donât think she would register them now, anyway.Â
So you choose to follow your instincts and slowly approach her âI will hug you now, may I?â And, after all she does is nod profusely, you circle your arms around her- relaxing beneath her body, whose quiet sobs cause her to tremble slightly under you. You canât hold your own tears at the peace that immediately takes over you at holding her in your arms.
âI have truly resented youâ You whisper, hoping she would listen to you âBut I hadnât had the slightes idea of what you were going through- and yes, you could have treated me better, but sometimes you have to deal with your feelings in the only ways you can. I donât hold you with a single negative feeling, take a deep breath nowâ
With two deep intakes, she recomposes herself quickly, only enough to tell you- still buried under your chest âHow come you havenât changed at all?â
You donât know whose body is shaking, or if itâs them both, but you find enough strength to answer her, smiling at the premise of the thought âThat we will only find out when we start unboxing everythingâ
Natasha, then, untangles herself from you- she is calmer now, her smile under her red nose and puffy eyes look like the very first sun rays in the morning, shily stepping in front of the clouds. She toys with your fingers, in what seems to be a nervous habit.
âDo I see you tomorrow, then?â
You smile back at her and grin at her antics, feeling impossibly brighter and tired- you might as well have been reborn.
Summary: Two steps forward, one step back is still one step forward
Previously, on this path: Chapter I.I.II
â.ŕłŕż*:ｼ CHAPTER I.I.II.II
âYou donât get to do this with meâ She whispers brokenly, putting a small distance back in between you, but not taking a step back.
You are completely taken aback- you could have sworn she was as eager as you were, her eyes are looking at her feet, but they are still dark enough to be mistaken as brown âWhat?âÂ
Now she takes a small step back and you realize she is as confused as you with her own emotions âI will get out of your wayâ When her eyes meet yours again you canât help but shudder at how lost they look, how a small pool of tears seem to have been formed under them âJust donât- this isnât- please, will you go?â
You nod, taking a step back yourself and hating how much she relaxes at your distance âNatâ You whisper, trying not to startle her even more, completely ashamed of your behavior âI am so sorry, I thought you were- I would neverâ With a pause, you gather your thoughts âWill you just please tell me what did I do wrong? Tell me and we wonât ever cross paths againâÂ
At that she shakes her head, almost too son and lets out a wet chuckle âYou are just so-â You wished to hear what she thought of you, since her tone is not harsh, but she changes her path, her voice is soft in a way you have never heard âI just donât want to force anything, if you donât remember, itâs because itâs better this wayâÂ
Your gut churns in uneasiness, you wish you could just shake her softly and the secrets would fall from her like fruits. But at least she is opening up, even if you still feel youâre ten feet apart âYou look at me as if it pains you to be near meâ
To your surprise, the longing in her eyes doesnât disappear from her voice âIt doesâÂ
She might as well have punched you- so you did know her once, enough for her presence to cause her discomfort- enough for you to know you meant something. âWhat were we?âÂ
For the first time, maybe ever, you asked Natasha the right thing, if her small smile is anything to go by âOh, [Y/N]â And you thought you were ready for whatever it was that came out of her mouth- until she answers âEverything"
A spark of hope shines through your chest, you actually mean- or at least meant- something to someone- and not only someone, to Natasha, the woman your eyes could never get enough of.
But something is still amiss- how did you know each other when you know, after a small briefing with Fury when you joined the Avengers, Natasha was raised in the Red Room and had been nothing but a shadow until becoming an Avenger? Unless-
Your stomach weighs on itself in dread- you donât actually want to know the answer to this, but you just need to be certain of something, anything âWas I on the Red Room?â
Natasha furrows her brows only slightly at the mention of the place âNoâ She then gazes back at you, and, for the first time, you see it softening âIâm not sure where HYDRA took you, we were separated before I was thrown at the Roomâ
Did you meet her before the Red Room? How was that even possible- were you kids, back then? But how can a child be so important to another?
The blood is drained from your face at the second that a very small possibility takes place in your mind- you canât help but feel a little bit sick, praying to God for you to be wrong âWeâre not-â You begin, not daring to look at her eyes again â Sisters , are we? Oh my God, did I just ask my sister to kiss me?â
At least your turmoil made Natasha laugh- youâre almost paralyzed by how it plays beautifully with your heartstrings, you might as well be listening to liquid gold âJesus, [Y/N]â She coughs once, still smiling at the- apparent- absurdity of your guess âWe are definitely not sistersâ
You donât have to be a genius to understand under the lines of that , especially when her cheeks are this red âSo we were a thingâ You frown once more- how could you have been a thing if youâre, just now, in your twenties? âWait, but how old were we? I donât think Iâm followingâ
The eye-roll you receive is undressed of any harshness or malice, and very well accompanied by something akin to tenderness âMy mistake is to have forgotten how easily you can make me do anythingâ You ignore your thundering heart, dying to understand the context and simply smile at her.Â
Natasha sighs, a small smile still making itself known on the corner of her lips âThis is going to get messy, get inâ
Natasha doesnât answer, instead, she touches your skin with the weight of a single feather, but with the strength of the hold of a fearful child, as if you are a materialization of a dream that, as a mist, could disappear through her very own fingers if she didnât hold you close enough.
Your heartbeats follow the goosebumps on your entire body as you step impossibly closer to hers, looking back at her eyes to make sure she wasnât pranking you.
But when you see the pure devotion bleeding out of the green irises you have always feared so much, you canât help but trust her entirely- whatever it is that she knows about you itâs not to be taken lightly.Â
Her breathing can no longer be distinguished from yours as she leaves one less inch to be closed, you canât help the smile that blooms on your mouth. Once your lips touch Natashaâs, you feel your entire world turning upside down.Â
Literally.
A tidal surge of memories floods your mind as you feel her smile against yours- unstoppable waves with the taste of loving and being loved, with the sounds of busy kitchens, loud classical music, with the pain of loss and worries that fail to be buried push and pull you away from the shore of what you thought you had known about your life.
You push her away from you, but grab her arms as if your entire existence depended on them- now you understand her grasp on you, mere moments ago.
In fact, you, now, understand everything. A thunder might as well have stricken you with the trainwreck of feelings your mouth manages to express as you whisper, a hundred and sixteen years later, your own very favorite word âAnastasiaâ
You look at her as if it's the first time all over again, every small detail of hers erupts a tsunami of sensation through your body, through your mind, through your blood. Anastasia, your gorgeous Natty, is standing in front of you and you are truly seeing her, after so long- itâs her beautiful smile that blesses your eyes and her fiery hair that lets you know youâre home, as they always did.
To say that her eyes- oh, how you love having missed her green eyes- gained life is an understatement, they glow as only the moon could ever dare to rival, her crystal tears wash away every ounce of her facade. You don't think there are words to come close to what you feel, merely looking at her, merely being looked at by her, loving her and being so deeply loved in return.
"What did-" Natty  tries to talk once, twice and, with a small sob, gives up on the third try.
You canât do much but nod before you are engulfed by her in a soul-crushing hug, which is the exact one thing that you have always needed, in the whole wide world, since the realms of time, when your souls first met.
â[Y/N], my darling girl, my doveâ She whispers against you, but you swear your heart could have heard it from miles away "How I have missed you, detka, how I love you"
And, a hundred and sixteen years later, once again, you find your heart to be happy again- you have finally heard the one thing your soul has always yearned for. You donât think there is a way to explain how beautiful it feels to be loved by the owner of your heart.Â
You manage to finally tell her what your throat has never allowed you to, as well, but that has been buried on your heart, begging to be released âI have loved you forever, Nattyâ
If her sobs are anything to go by, you could infer she has felt the same- after all, being it Natasha or Anastasia, you have never spent one day in your life without loving this woman with every fiber of your being, having you remember her, or not- a soul doesn't forget another.
âGodâ Natty laughs against your neck, another one of your newfound favorite feelings, before distancing herself to stare at your eyes âWandaâs going to be insufferable when she finds out her advice actually worked"
âFor you, princess, Iâd handle a thousand âI told you soâsâ from a thousand Wandasâ You chuckle as you cup her cheek with the palm of your hand, not getting enough of her- you feel unstoppable, you wonder if it's because you're finally free or if it's merely love.
âYou must really love meâ Nat jokes and your heart leaps in happiness when you notice how easily her smile appears around you and, even more, when you realize she does,  just as easily, believe in that, in your undying, devoted love for her.
âIn every single universe, Anastasia, Natasha, Natalia, and whoever else you happen to find yourself inâ
 â.ŕłŕż*:ｼ
END OF PATH
hello, lovelies! this is the end of this path <3 i hope you have liked this little fanfic experiment as much as i did, this one was the shortest of the paths, but it's one of the sweetest and overall best endings for nat and reader, kudos for finding it! i hope you explore some other paths a little bit more, thanks for reading <33
Summary: Being the daughter of Tony Stark has itâs perks, you go unnoticed by the threats he faces while living at one of his summer safe houses.
That is, until a hurt Natasha Romanoff breaks into it, at 4am.
UR BACK??!!! AND UPDATING THE HANDMAIDEN AM I DREAMING
i am! i had no idea there were people still reading it, sorry for the 2 year hiatus, you're stronger than any us marine, dear <33 thank you for sticking w me!
P.S: please don't try to follow the order of the chapters below! you should start on Chapter I and choose your paths from there!
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I
Summary: Being the new Avenger is hard enough, but dealing with Natashaâs cold behavior and finding out she is the key to uncovering your past, certainly takes the podium.
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.I
Summary:Â Your mind has its hidden surprises (Wanda is one to say it)
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.II
Summary: Wanda has a different approach to matchmaking
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.I.I
Summary: The good and the bad side of falling in love with a Romanov
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.I.I.0
Summary: Wanda could say she had told you so
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.II.I
Summary: You finally get Natasha to explain you everything (and end up finding one more thing out)
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.II.II +18
Summary: Some lies are for the greater good, even if itâs temporary
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.I.II
Summary: You have decided to not let Natasha run away, this time
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.I.II.I - END OF PATH
Summary: Once again, a meeting of two souls
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.I.II.II
Summary: Two steps forward, one step back is still one step forward
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.I.II.II.0
Summary: Natasha's room is definitely not what you were expecting
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.II.I.I - END OF PATH
Summary: Sometimes, change is more for better than for worse
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.II.I.II - END OF PATH
Summary: It's your time to make a sacrifice for both of you
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.I.I.0.I
Summary: Natasha is not exactly keen on the fact that Wanda erased your memories
ŕż*:ｼ Chapter I.I.I.0.II
Summary: Having your memory read has backtracked on you, but at least you're seeing her once again
