- When Wanda goes on a date with Vision, you’re left to question your feelings while Natasha laughs at you.
Your Wanda *
- This is your Wanda, the soft girl with an accent she doesn’t need to hide. Your Wanda, that no one else gets to see. But is she really yours?
Long Nights ^*
- Wanda, the newest Avenger, doesn’t like how much you and Bucky go out. What she doesn’t know, is that you’re not going out. You’re trying to make amends to the people you hurt during your days as a Winter Soldier. (Heavy Platonic!Natasha and Bucky)
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Studying + (TW panic attack)
- Studying for an exam is overwhelming. Nat helps.
You’re Not Sorry ^^
- Natasha is always sorry. But this time, you’re not falling for it. (based on Taylor Swift’s You’re Not Sorry)
01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?
03: Do you regret anything?
04: Are you insecure?
05: What is your relationship status?
06: How do you want to die?
07: What did you last eat?
08: Played any sports?
09: Do you bite your nails?
10: When was your last physical fight?
11: Do you like someone?
12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?
13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?
14: Do you miss someone?
15: Have any pets?
16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?
17: Ever made out in the bathroom?
18: Are you scared of spiders?
19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?
21: What are your plans for this weekend?
22: Do you want to have kids? How many?
23: Do you have piercings? How many?
24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?
25: Do you miss anyone from your past?
26: What are you craving right now?
27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?
28: Have you ever been cheated on?
29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
30: What’s irritating you right now?
31: Does somebody love you?
32: What is your favourite color?
33: Do you have trust issues?
34: Who/what was your last dream about?
35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?
36: Do you give out second chances too easily?
37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?
38: Is this year the best year of your life?
39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?
51: Favourite food?
52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?
54: Is cheating ever okay?
55: Are you mean?
56: How many people have you fist fought?
57: Do you believe in true love?
58: Favourite weather?
59: Do you like the snow?
60: Do you wanna get married?
61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?
62: What makes you happy?
63: Would you change your name?
64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?
65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?
67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?
68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
69: Do you believe in soulmates?
70: Is there anyone you would die for?
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Pairing: Natasha x Reader (gender neutral I believe! if I messed that up please let me know!)
Warnings: cheating, mentions of unhealthy relationship patterns
Summary: Natasha is always sorry. But this time, you’re not falling for it.
A/N: hi! so, this is inspired by Taylor Swift’s You’re Not Sorry because it’s one of my favorite songs ever and Fearless (Taylor’s Version) has helped me come out of a depressive episode. I don’t really know where this came from or if it’s good or even makes sense. I just wanted to write something because it’s been a while since I just wrote because I felt inspiration. Sorry if it’s a little lackluster!
You’d walked away with your head high, jaw clenched to stop from showing any emotion to the woman you’d given everything to. You’d ignored her calls for you to turn around. At least, you’d tried to.
“Y/N, come on. I’m sor-”
You’d spun on your heel abruptly, coming face to face with the red head.
“You are not. Do not lie to me, Natalia.” You spat. “I trusted you. I gave you chance after chance after goddamn chance. I should have known this would happen.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked, her arms crossing.
“I can’t do this anymore.” Your shoulders sagged with your confession. “I let the flirting slide. I let the top secret ‘work’ stuff slide. I let you get away with everything, Natasha. I can’t anymore.”
“Y/N!”
“Don’t tell me you’re sorry. If you were, you’d have told me the truth.”
“I couldn’t-”
“Yes, you could have!” You all but shouted at her, not allowing her to get more than a word in. “You told Steve! You told Bucky! Sam! Tony! Hell, you even told Scott! Why am I the last to know every damn time? Do you know how humiliating this is for me?”
“I didn’t want to lose you,” you looked away, knowing you would crumple under the sad eyes she gave you.
“Then you shouldn’t have fucked her.” You deadpanned, finally meeting her eyes. She looked taken aback. “I trusted you. You promised me it was just flirting and it was one time.”
Natasha’s mouth opened and closed several times, trying to find something to say. Trying to find some way to make you forgive her as you had so many times before.
“You promised. And I’m the idiot who believed you.” You shook your head, trying to clear your eyes of unshed tears. “I believed you. Every time. Every late night ‘mission’ that you had to do with her. Every one of Stark’s parties I couldn’t attend because you had to be there with her. I believed every stupid lie you told me!”
“Some of those were missions.” She insisted.
“I’m sure they were.” You scoffed.
“It didn’t mean anything, okay? She was a mistake.” Natasha told you as she had several times already.
“Then why did you keep going back?” You asked incredulously. How many ridiculous excuses was she going to use? “Why did you tell Steve you were falling for her?”
Her face dropped.
“Yeah, how did you think I found out, Natasha?” A part of you felt smug at the redness blossoming up her neck in embarrassment. “You told Steve you loved her. You told Sam you felt like the luckiest girl on earth. You bragged to Scott, of all people. And you thought it wouldn’t get back to me?”
“I swear it’ll never happen again, okay? Just please don’t go.” She stepped between you and the door.
“Get out of my way.” You tell her with a sudden calmness.
“Wait-”
“Now.”
“Do you want some space?” She asked, “I can give you space! Take a few days and then I’ll come see you or I can call you or-”
“Don’t call. I will not answer.” You tell her firmly. “Don’t show up to my apartment, I will not let you in. Do not show up at my work, I will have you escorted out.”
“Y/N, please.” She grabbed your arm, stopping you from listing all the ways she’d gotten you to forgive her in the past. You recoiled as if she’d burned you.
“No.” You laughed bitterly. “I would have stood by your side for the rest of our lives. I would have loved you forever, don’t you get that?”
“What’s stopping you?” Natasha asked, her fear showing on her face. “We’ve worked through rough patches before.”
“What's stopping me is a pretty little brunette named Wanda, whose bed you decided to slip into.” You tried to contain your feelings. “How many times have I forgiven you? How many times have I let you hurt me and pretended everything was fine? I won’t do it anymore. I can’t!”
“I’m sorry, baby,” She was begging you to stay. The look in your eyes told her that if you walked out that door now, you would never return. At least, not for her.
“That’s the problem.” You felt a tear slip out of your eye as you stared at the woman you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with. “You’re not sorry.”
hi wow I’ve been gone for a while! my depression got kinda bad for a bit but I’m back now, I think. I have a few things (including 2 requests I’m almost done with) that I’ve already started and should be able to post soon! Send in requests if you’d like, but I can’t promise I’ll have inspo to write all of them.
Hi! How are you? I loved so much Oblivious and Your Wanda, they are both so amazing and I was wondering if I could request a fic? a romantic Wanda x femreader, something like Wanda recently joined the team and she doesn't like y/n because she thinks y/n goes clubbing too much with Bucky but the truth is that she was a winter soldier like him, so Bucky goes out with y/n at night to help her redeem herself and then Wanda finds out? Thank you so much and I love your writing!!
Oh my god, thank you! I enjoyed writing this, although it took me a while. I’m not really sure how much I like the final product but I wanted to get it out for you!
Genre: Fluff I guess? A little angst if you squint?
Pairing: Wanda x Fem!Reader
Request: Hi! How are you? I loved so much Oblivious and Your Wanda, they are both so amazing and I was wondering if I could request a fic? a romantic Wanda x femreader, something like Wanda recently joined the team and she doesn't like y/n because she thinks y/n goes clubbing too much with Bucky but the truth is that she was a winter soldier like him, so Bucky goes out with y/n at night to help her redeem herself and then Wanda finds out? Thank you so much and I love your writing!! - Anonymous
A/N: First request done! Thank you for reading and I hope this is what you wanted :)
“Long night?” Natasha smirked at your yawn, using two hands to hold her mug.
“Something like that,” you joked back, grabbing the freshly brewed coffee from her hand and taking a sip. You heard a light scoff and turned to see Wanda regarding you with an annoyed look in her eye.
“Sorry, did she make this for you?” You asked. You had a habit to just take things from the older redhead.
Instead of a response, Wanda rolled her eyes before making her way out of the kitchen.
“Did I do something?” You asked Natasha, who was still staring at the coffee you’d stolen from her.
“I don’t know, she’s probably just filled with teen angst still.” Natasha grumbled, grabbing a new mug.
“C’mon, Tash, that’s not really fair.” You told her. “She just lost everything. And she’s not a teen.”
“We’ve all lost everything, Y/N.” Natasha deadpans. “Twenty-two is basically a teenager, by the way.”
“Cut her some slack,” You laughed. “She’s probably still getting used to this place.”
“Whatever,” Natasha dismissed. “Steal my coffee again, and you’re gonna lose a finger.”
“You say that every time.” You laugh.
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“Buck, you ready to go?” You asked him, walking out to the common area. You were dressed in your signature black leather jacket and ripped up skinny jeans. Your staple, in a sense.
“Yeah, let me grab a jacket.” He clapped you on the back as he walked past.
“You’re going out again?” Wanda’s voice nearly startled you. She was standing in the doorway, her arms crossed.
“Uh, yeah?” Your response came out as more of a question.
“Figures.” She rolled her eyes, turning to head back in the direction of her room.
“Okay, why is she so upset with me?” You ask Bucky when after she leaves.
“How should I know?” He laughs. “Come on, we better go.”
It was a long night, trying to make amends for all of your crimes was difficult. Bucky understood, he’d been through pretty much the same thing. But that didn’t make it any easier for you to relive the awful things you’d done to people.
Especially when you arrived at the house of a frail old woman, who’s only son you’d ruthlessly murdered. He was her caretaker. So, Bucky helped you to do small things for her, paying for a nurse and grocery shopping. But tonight, the nurse looked at you with sadness in her eyes.
“She doesn’t have much time left.” She told you. “She keeps asking for him. I don’t know what to tell her anymore.”
The poor old woman had a multitude of illnesses, the most prominent being her dementia. So, hearing the old woman calling out for her dead son…. You weren’t exactly sure what to do with yourself.
“It’s my fault, Buck.” Your voice broke on the walk back home. “He’s the one thing she can remember and he’s fucking dead because of me.”
Bucky knew better than to interrupt. You didn’t see reason in times like these.
“I’m a monster.” You continued. “No matter how many people I help, it can’t erase the past!”
“No, you can’t.” He told you, knocking you out of your rant. “You can’t erase the past. That’s why you’re trying to make up for it. Paying for an old woman’s healthcare won’t bring back her son, you’re right. But it counts for something.”
“I feel awful.” You tell him. “I can’t get them out of my head, sometimes. Does it ever go away?”
“I don’t know.” His somber tone reminds you that he, too, is struggling with this.
“You can go back,” you clear your throat, “I’m going to take a walk.”
“You sure? It’s late.”
“Yeah, I won’t be long.”
Bucky squeezes your shoulder comfortingly before walking off in the direction of the tower.
You’re not sure how much longer you were out. But eventually, the crisp air was drying the tears on your cheeks and you knew it was time to get back to the tower. There was no point wallowing in guilt in the middle of the city.
“Back so soon?” Wanda’s bitter words stopped you in your tracks. She was standing by the sink, glass of water in hand.
“Not-” Your voice cracked. “Not tonight, okay?”
Wanda’s face falls briefly, her mouth opening like she wanted to ask what was wrong. But you were out of the kitchen before she could speak.
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You rolled out of bed late the next morning, cursing under your breath as you searched for some clothes to throw on.
“You’re late,” Natasha walked into your room, extra coffee in hand.
“I’m aware.” You threw your hair up into a ponytail, throwing on running shorts while Nat lounged on your bed.
“Clint’s already waiting for you.” She informed, picking up a book from your bedside table.
“Better not keep him waiting then, huh?” You mutter, taking the mug of coffee as you made your way out of the room.
“Bucky said you were out later than normal last night.” She said, giving you a pointed look.
“Natasha,” you warned.
“You know you can talk to me, right?” Her eyes are soft, face full of genuine concern.
“Yeah, Tash, I know.” You give her a small smile to soothe any worries.
“It’s about time you showed up!” Clint teased, tossing you a baton. Natasha squeezed your shoulder briefly before walking over to where Wanda was waiting for her on another mat.
The morning passed slowly, Clint getting the better of you more than not. You were tired and slow. The older man teased you relentlessly, poking fun and putting you on your ass.
But, at some point, as you picked up your leg to kick Clint in the side, you forgot to hold back your strength, sending the blond man flying to the side.
“Oh my god!” You heard Wanda exclaim as you ran over to Clint.
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry, Hawk,” you rushed out. “I wasn’t paying attention! I’ve just been so tired. Are you okay?”
“Don’t worry, I’m okay.” He chuckled, groaning a little as he moved to stand up.
“Are you sure?” You asked, offering a hand to help him up.
“Yeah, kid, I’ve handled worse.” He limped off the mat, leaving you to roll your eyes at his term of endearment. You were easily fifty years older than the man, but you still looked to be in your early twenties, which Clint loved to call attention to.
You heard a light scoff and glanced over to see Wanda glaring in your direction.
“Okay, what’s up?” You ask her. The attitude was getting old.
“You’re lucky this was just training! What if this was a mission?” She all but exploded on you. “You value a night out at some shitty club with who knows how many girls more than the safety of your team!”
“Leave her alone, Maximoff.” Natasha cut in from nearby.
“Why should I?” Wanda spits. “She clearly doesn’t care about anyone but herself!”
Natasha steps between the two of you, the only thing stopping her from defending your honor being your hand on her shoulder and a gentle “Tasha” as you pull her away from the brunette.
“You’re right, Wanda.” You nod. “There’s no excuse for causing harm to a teammate. That’s on me.”
Wanda simply rolls her eyes bitterly and leaves, muttering something about checking on Clint.
“Why do you let her believe that?” Natasha asks, exasperated.
“She’s right, Tash, there’s no excuse for hurting a member of the team.” You tell her.
“There’s a reason you’re out so late most nights.” The shorter woman reminds you.
“And Wanda doesn’t need to know.” You respond in the same tone. “Besides, she’s just being protective of Clint. You know how close they’ve gotten since Sokovia.”
Natasha just shook her head.
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“You’re seriously going out again?” Wanda’s jaw is clenched as she stands, arms crossed, by the door.
“Uh,” You stutter, “Yeah?”
“Unbelievable.” She storms off.
“She’s kinda cute when she's angry like that.” You joke with Bucky.
“You like her, don't you?” Bucky elbows you lightly.
“What?”
“That’s why you won’t tell her where you go.” He nods, putting it together in his head as he speaks. “You like her.”
“Hey, man, I don’t know about all that. She doesn’t like me though.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You grab his arm to stop him as you walk on the sidewalk.
“Why else would she care so much about you going ‘clubbing?’ She’s jealous.” He tells you like it was obvious.
“You think so?”
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When the two of you return to the tower, Wanda approaches you. She’s fidgeting with her fingers and biting her lip in that cute way she does when she gets nervous. Bucky claps you on the back, wishing you a good night, though the look on his face says ‘good luck.’
“Can I talk to you?” Wanda asks.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” You nod, expecting her attitude.
“Natasha told me.” She says.
“Fuck-”
“I’m so sorry for judging you.” She cuts you off, her words rushed. “Even if you were out clubbing, it was none of my business. I just.. I was so angry that I was so drawn to this person who didn’t seem to care.”
“You’re drawn to me?” You smirk at her.
“Unfortunately.” She jokes. “Please tell me you got more out of that.”
“Yeah,” You laugh, “I’m sorry for not telling you. I just… If I’m honest, I didn’t want you to think badly of me.”
“Have you forgotten where I came from? I don’t think I have the right to think badly about anyone’s past.”
“True,” you laugh again, “But I don’t want pity either, you know?”
“I don’t pity you.” Wanda says, her hand resting on your arm. “I admire what you’re doing. The way you’re righting your wrongs.”
“It's the least I can do for the pain I caused these people.” You tell her, dropping the eye contact.
“Well, it’s admirable.”
“Back to this drawn to me thing-” you start.
“Absolutely not.” She pushes your shoulder gently, face burning as she does.
“You said it!”
“And we’re not going to revisit it.”
“I’m drawn to you too, if that helps.” Your hands find her waist, pulling her close to you.
“I thought we weren’t going to talk about it.” She remarks.
“We don’t have to.” You shrug, savoring the feeling of her hands on your shoulders, her touch light, almost hesitant.
“So what?”
“So, if you're drawn to me, I’m drawn to you… I think we both know what we should do now that doesn’t involve any talking.”
Wanda’s breath hitches at your words, her face mere inches from your own.
“And what would that be?” Her voice is quiet, eyes glancing at your lips.
“Well,” You start to lean in. “This whole drawing metaphor, I’ll go get some paper. You grab the pens.”
“You’re infuriating.” She giggles at your response.
“You like it though.” You tell her, finally leaning in. Your lips catch hers and she all but melts under your touch. Her lips are soft, plump. You can faintly taste her chapstick. She pulls back after a moment, resting your foreheads together.
THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)
An Article from Neena Susan Thomas
“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:
1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.
2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.
3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.
4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.
5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.
6] Number three is public restrooms.
7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.
8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.
9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.
10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.
POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:
1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.
2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.
3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.
4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.
5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.
6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.
7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.
FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….
1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.
2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.
5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .
b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.
c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).
7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!
8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.
Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.
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So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.
it just makes me angry that women need this.. but we do and if you see this, PLEASE REBLOG. it doesn’t matter if you are a male or a female. by reblogging this, you might save someone’s life.
No worries if this post doesn’t fit your aesthetic or theme, this is important information. You could save not just a physical woman’s life but you can ALSO prevent things like PTSD that a woman would acquire from an attack if left alive
if anyone wants to leave a request, i’d really appreciate it! i only write for natasha x reader, wanda x reader, and wandanat x reader (for now) and i don’t write smut but any and all requests or asks are appreciated :))
Summary: This is your Wanda, the soft girl with an accent she doesn’t need to hide. Your Wanda, that no one else gets to see. But is she really yours?
A/N: I don’t know about this one. I got an idea and wrote this in less than an hour instead of the piles of biology homework I was supposed to do. It also changed paths about halfway through so, uh, I don’t know if I like this one. Let me know what you think!
You stared at the woman you loved with a small smile. The two of you were sitting on the couch, sharing a blanket, just a little closer than you should be. She was tired. It was times like these, middle of the night over-exhaustion, when Wanda’s guard came down and her accent appeared. It was one of your favorite things about her.
She talked freely, too. Memories of Pietro or her parents slipped into conversation sans sadness or tears. This was your favorite version of Wanda. She seemed…. content. The woman had a rough life and it was clear in the way she presented herself to most people. On the outside, while she wasn’t exactly cold, she was restrained.
It was difficult to explain, you thought. Wanda was amazing. But, very few people got to see this side of her. To the rest of the world, she was barely even an avenger. They viewed her as a foreigner regardless of how many lives she saved or world-ending-events she’d helped stop. So, the woman had naturally become much more reserved.
But in times like this, late at night, just the two of you…. She was your Wanda. She was tired, yawning, and giggly. She was so fucking soft.
It was your favorite.
Except, she wasn’t yours. Regardless of the immense differences in the relationship she shared with you versus the rest of the team, she wasn’t yours. No matter how many times the two of you had been in situations that were clearly pushing the boundaries of what could be considered platonic.
“What are you thinking about?” She asked in her breathtaking accent. It wasn’t quite as thick as when she’d first left Sokovia, but it was there nonetheless.
“You,” you answered simply, gazing up at her with adoration. You were nearing dangerous territory. Just because Wanda let you see this side of her didn’t mean the two of you were exactly ready to address the massive elephant in the room.
“What about me?” She asked, reaching a hand over to yours.
How much I love you, you wanted to blurt out. But, this moment with her, with soft Wanda, was worth more than a love confession.
“Read to me?” You asked gently, nudging just a little closer to the redhead.
“Y/N…” you heard the sigh.
“Please?” you pouted up at her. “Or tell me a story? You know, like the one about the princess and the goats and-”
“Okay, yes, Sokovian fairy tales, I got it.” Wanda never understood why you’d taken such a liking to the stories she’d been told as a kid. To be honest, it wasn’t so much the stories as the way her eyes would get that far off look, corners of her mouth upturned just a little. You knew she enjoyed telling them, and the sweet memories attached, even if she wouldn’t admit it.
Plus, accent! Learning more about Sokovian culture was cool too, and you knew Wanda appreciated the way you stared at her in amazement.
“There was a young shepherd,” Wanda started, beginning to explain some story of a boy who overcame the low expectations set for him at birth through mystical fantasy. It was a standard children’s tale.
As she spoke, you took a chance, closing the short distance between your bodies to lay your head on her shoulder. Her words slowed just a little before her arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you flush against her.
“And so, he saved the village and everyone in it with his magic. He saved them despite their judgements, despite how cruel they had been.”
“They shouldn’t have been cruel in the first place.” You tell her.
“No. They shouldn’t have.” Her voice is quiet but her words are heavy.
“The boy is stronger than every single one of them.” You hear her take a breath. “He shouldn't have to hide.”
“Maybe he wants to.” Her words have an edge to them.
“Do you?”
She doesn’t respond for several moments.
“I don’t hide from you.”
You pick your head up from her shoulder, looking into her eyes. “No, you don’t.”
The eye contact is intense. Part of you wants to turn away. There’s something there, in the way she’s looking at you. You’re close enough to her that you could lean in easily. But you don’t.
“I don’t…” Wanda trails off. “It’s terrifying, you know.”
“What is?” You ask her, willing your eyes not to glance down at her lips, again.
“You.”
“Really?” You scrunch your face up, “You do remember that you’re the superhero, right?”
She breathes a laugh at your words before biting her lip.
“You didn’t ask why.”
“What?” You ask with a frown.
“You’ve didn’t ask why.” She repeats, her eyes searching yours. “You’ve never asked why I don’t hide from you.”
“Well, I just thought I was special.” You deadpan. She laughs again, bigger this time. It’s music to you. You could listen to her laugh forever.
“How do you do that?” She asks you.
“Do what? I mean I know I am the funniest person you’ve ever met, but-”
“No, idiot,” She rolls her eyes, pushing your shoulder lightly. “It’s impossible to hide from you. How do you do that?”
You want to joke again, but her eyes tell you she’s serious. You break the eye contact, for a brief glance down at your lap.
“I care, Wanda.” You look back into her eyes. “That’s… That’s how I do it.”
“How much do you care?” She asks. That’s a fucking question, isn’t it?
“I think you know.” Your hand finds hers. “I think you care just the same.”
“And if I do?” Her words are quiet, barely heard. But she’s daring you.
It’s a subtle movement. A slight lean forward. There’s less than two inches between your faces. But you don’t finish closing that distance. You pause.
“If you do…?”
Your eyes fluttered closed as her lips hit yours. It’s soft, almost hesitant. But as your hands move to cup her jaw, you feel her relax into your hold. There’s passion and desire, but no rush in the way your lips connect over and over again. Her hands are on your waist, pulling you to her.
You pull away for air, resting your forehead against hers. But she pulls back, eyes screwed shut to hide the red, hands leaving your side and clenching into fists enveloped in red magic.
“Hey,” You mutter, cupping her jaw again to press a kiss to her forehead before your hands find her fists. Thumbs trace over her knuckles softly until she looks at you.
“I do.” She tells you, the red in her eyes dissipating with the small upturn of your lips. “I do care just the same.”
“Good, because this would be real weird if you didn’t.” And the way she shakes her head and rolls her eyes with a smile… Your heart swells.
Warnings: panic attack, let me know if I missed any
Summary: Studying for an exam is overwhelming. Nat helps.
A/N: Hi! So, this is very much just me projecting my own thoughts and feelings onto the reader lol. There’s no real romance here, just Nat being a good friend. I also did not edit this, so I apologize for any spelling/grammar mistakes.
It was late, you realized as you closed your textbook. You’d been studying for some stupid math final the next day and time had clearly gotten away from you.
Balancing avenger work with being a full-time student was difficult but you enjoyed it, for the most part. Thankfully, it was online schooling so you were able to complete work on your own time, but it was still difficult. Deciding to go back to school in your mid twenties had been a big step for you.
You’d always hated school. It never came easy, despite being a science genius. You were what most people called brilliant. You thought it was just being creative. You thought in a different way than most people. Tony Stark had sought you out when you were fresh out of high school right before the invasion of New York.
But, despite having a secure job working for the avengers in the compound, you had decided it wouldn’t be a bad thing to go back to school. Just because you were good at making supersuits and other technological advancement-esque stuff didn’t mean you were that smart.
For example, calc two was kicking your ass right now. Making new impact resistant polymer suits for the gang was a hell of a lot easier for you than whatever the fuck this textbook was trying to explain.
“Stupid math,” you groaned, rubbing a hand over your face as you looked back down at the problem you’d already tried to solve four times. There was no way in hell you were going to pass this class.
Fighting back tears of frustration as you crumpled up the paper, you stood from your desk. It was near three in the morning and you were exhausted. But you would not let yourself fail this exam. Your grade in the class was already less than acceptable and failing your final would definitely leave you with an F.
You walked to the kitchen quietly, not wanting to wake anyone. Coffee would surely settle you down and give you enough energy to make it until the morning. You had to figure this out.
“I told you to ask Tony or Bruce for help,” Natasha’s voice startled you.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” You asked, drying your eyes before you turned to her.
“No, don’t worry.” She had an amused look on her face. “You’re still on calc, right?”
“Yeah,” your shoulders slumped. “But I have to be able to do this on my own. I shouldn’t have to annoy them with questions about basic math all the time.”
“Calculus is not basic math.” Natasha snorts at you.
“To them it is.”
“Well, make sure you go to sleep at some point, okay?” The concern in her eyes was evident and you just nodded, grabbing the cup of coffee you’d just brewed.
You took a sip before making your way back to your room. The textbook sat right where you’d left it and the sight of it bright a fresh wave of tears.
You were a scientist for the avengers, damn it. Why were you crying over math? But your parents words flashed through your brain, reminding you that you were just a stupid kid.
The relationship between you and your parents had always been rocky. They had held you to unachievable standards and no matter how much effort you put into school, they were never satisfied. And they always made sure you knew that.
“You think you’ll get anywhere in life with grades like these?” your father had shouted at you many times. “You’re just lazy. Do you know how much money we pay for you to go to this school? And this is how you repay us? You’re embarrassing.”
Your hand shook as you picked up your pencil once again, trying to figure out that stupid problem. There were so many rules and steps and none of them made sense to you!
When the answer you got still didn’t match the one in the textbook, you slammed your pencil down with a scoff.
“You’re so stupid!” You said to yourself, tears leaking from your eyes. You started to erase your own writing again, when you glanced at the time, half past three. You were never going to figure this out.
It was becoming hard to read the problems through your watery eyes as you fought back the tears. You had to figure this out! But it was no use, you dropped your head onto the desk, holding in sobs.
Your thoughts began to run with your father’s words. Embarrassing, lazy, stupid. You felt that familiar sense of self-loathing begin to rise within you and you were helpless. This wasn’t even the last unit you had to learn before your final.
You were overwhelmed and you didn’t realize that your chest was tightening or your breath was becoming short. But when you lost feeling in your hands, and your face was tense and tingling, it was obvious.
You were having a panic attack.
You were no stranger to these, of course. But, that didn’t make it any easier. It had been quite some time since you’d had a panic attack this severe, too, which made it that much scarier.
You slid off your chair, pressing your back against the wall and pulling your knees up to your chest. You screwed your eyes shut, the heels of your shaking hands pressing into your eyes. If you had more control over the situation, you’d have tried to quiet your hyperventilation.
A soft touch to your hand brought you somewhat back to reality.
“Y/N,” a soft voice called. Your fingers instinctively clutched at the hand that pulled yours away from your face.
“Y/N, you’re okay. I’m right here.” Nat’s voice was softer than you may have ever heard it before.
“Nat, I-I,” you choked out, trying to say anything.
“No, don’t talk. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Her free hand rested on your knee, squeezing lightly. “Can you breathe with me?”
You tried to follow her soft ‘In’ and ‘out’ over and over. Your breaths were forced, almost painful as the panic refused to let up.
“Good job, dorogoy,” You felt the redhead scoot next to you, her arm wrapping around your shaking frame. “You’re doing amazing, I’ve got you.”
She pulled you into her gently. You were starting to gain the feeling back into your hands, and your facial muscles seemed to loosen just slightly. But, you were still shaking violently as you tried to stop yourself from sobbing.
“You’re okay,” Nat soothed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m here.”
You leaned into her, balling your fist up in her shirt.
“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked after you had nearly stopped crying.
“I’m gonna fail,” you whimpered. You felt pathetic.
“You know,” Nat sighed, “who cares?”
“What?” Her words confuse you.
“You are smart, Y/N. You already have a job, and after working for Stark, you could get in anywhere if you decided to leave. This is one class and regardless of how you do on the final, no one will think any less of you.”
“But-”
“No,” Nat cut you off. “Your grades in some stupid college class don’t matter. I promise, even if you do fail, we’ve all seen how hard you’ve worked in each of your classes. That’s what matters. Your work ethic and your commitment to your studies is worth so much more than sacrificing your wellbeing to secure a passing grade.”
“I feel so stupid.”
“You shouldn't. It’s a tough class. You should be proud of yourself for trying, even if you don’t get the results you wanted.”
“I just wanted to prove them wrong. Even if they wouldn’t know. I wanted to prove to them I was smart. But they were right, I’m just stupid.”
Your words hang in the air for a moment. Natasha knows you’re talking about your parents. They’d all heard about the verbal abuse you’d suffered through at the hands of the people who’d raised you.
“You are not stupid.” She tells you firmly. “You are brilliant. You’ve created a new polymer that is even better at stopping bullets than vibranium while also working as a material for clothing. Doesn’t that count for something?”
“Yeah, but…”
“This is just one subject. I sure as hell can’t do calculus! You’re good at what you’re good at. I’m good at kicking ass, Clint’s good with a bow, Wanda’s good at… well magic. You’re good at science shit.”
You were silent. You knew she had a point.
“I know that won’t make you feel better about this.” Natasha explains. “But you can’t beat yourself up for this. You need to take care of yourself. Let’s go to bed, now, and we can ask Tony or Bruce for help in the morning.”
“I need to study,” you start.
“No, you need sleep.” Natasha’s voice is firm again. “You can’t sacrifice your health or your sanity for a test. You are more important than a test.”
“Okay.” You weren’t entirely convinced but, for now, your parent’s words were fading away.
Natasha helps you up before wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug. You savor the comfort of her embrace, before realizing just how exhausted you are.
“Get in bed,” Natasha nudges you towards the bed. You lay down, eyes closing as soon as your head hits the pillow.
Nat pulls the blanket up before turning towards the door.
“Wait,” you call, hesitantly.
“Yeah?”
“Stay?” You bite the inside of your cheek. “Please?”
“Of course, dorogoy,” Natasha smiles at you as she slides into bed next to you.
“Thank you,” you mutter, laying your head on her chest as her arms wrap around you tightly. She presses a gentle kiss to your head.
You know you’ll freak in the morning when you have to think about the final again. But Natasha was here now, and Bruce and Tony would be there in the morning. It would be okay. One failed exam, one failed class-- hell, even every class failed-- was no indication of your worth. And Nat would be there to remind you if you ever forgot.
