Tony Stark, total genius to the world, but ever the idiot to anyone who actually knows him. He's never been one for minding his own business, so when he stumbled upon a random woman who shared a namesake with his teammate he sent her an invite to a Stark party.
"Y/N Romanoff... Let's see if you're as hot as your potential relative..." The billionaire murmurs to himself while he tinkers with his damaged suit, and instructs Friday to send the invitations to the 'Post Deadly Mission Party'.
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You stepped out to collect the mail while your three year old incessantly babbled your ear off, mussing your hair up with his animated hands, as he sat comfortably upon your hip.
"Is that right?" You gasp enthusiastically in an effort to encourage him as you stand on your porch steps and sort through your mail.
Laura stepped outside to wave your way, but you were busy glaring at the envelope in your hand, and then your son stilled in your arms once he saw Nate.
"Mama!!! 'Loot!!" Mason squealed, and you swiftly let his squirming form down once you spotted his built in bestfriend eagerly waiting for him.
"Any word from Nat yet?" Laura questions you with a sympathetic look and you shrug, passing an envelope her way then proceeded to sort through the rest of the mail.
"If she thinks inviting me to a party with her team is going to make me forgive her after three months of silence then she's surely mistaken... Here I am, worried sick about her, and she's apparently living it up with her pals."
"I thought she wanted to keep you all a secret?" Laura—ever the skeptic, states with a perplexed expression.
"Yeah, she's clearly just all over the place Laur'... Leaving me all alone for months at a time, then making me feel like I'm the one in the wrong when I ask for just the slightest bit more of her time. Then Lily hears us arguing, and winds up resenting me come morning when Nat's gone off on a mission to escape me. It's just, I don't think she even wants me anymore."
"Y/N/N, she's never exactly been good at expressing herself, but anyone with eyes could see how much she loves you..."
"Yeah, that's still not an excuse for treating me like I'm easily expendable. This just wasn't where I saw myself, you know? Tucked away on a farm, raising our kids while she runs away from me any chance she gets. I dreamed of traveling the world, broadening my horizons and experiencing the world in all its glory. Then I gave all of that up for this shared dream of having a family together, but she's not living up to her end, and it's turned into a nightmare.”
"Do you ever tell her any of this?"
"All the time..." You sigh out, running your hands through your hair to try to air out your sweaty scalp.
"She either tries to screw me into silence, or gaslights me into feeling bad for making her feel 'guilty' for keeping our world safe."
Laura's face reddens at your candid statement, and you sheepishly smile her way, then the two of you just laugh it off.
"Y/N, just go to the party, try to fix this, because I can't keep watching you mope around anymore. Take the extended olive branch, and if she doesn't work with you, wack her over the head with it." She muses, then you chuckle at her attempt to cheer you up.
"What about Lily and Mason?"
"Sounds like it's time for a sleepover." She shouts in mock excitement and you playfully roll your eyes before going to prepare over the night bags.
"Plus, I'm sure you'll get to see Maria, who I'm certain must miss you." She adds on, which is the icing on the cake because you missed your older sister beyond normalcy.
Lily was more than pleased to find out that she got to get away from you for a night, collecting her bag without so much as a goodbye. Mason was giddy as can be when you had told him that he got to sleep with Nate in his car bed. However, he cried and tried to chase your car down when he realized it meant you were going to be gone.
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Natasha just got back from a grueling mission of her own, one that had spanned the length of three months. Deep undercover missions used to be her absolute favorite thing, but then you and the kids came along and now she detests them. In the moment accepting the mission felt right, after the horrible fight she had started got out of hand, she just needed to get out of the house. Watching the pain swirling around your eyes had hurt her immensely, and to know it was her doing nearly broke her completely.
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As you settle into your hotel for the night you dump your bag onto the bed and curse your wife for the last minute invite. She couldn't just call you to invite you—no, she sends mail to your farm that only gets deliveries twice a week; the supposed extended olive branch seems more like a brittle twig at the moment.
You're currently staring at the clothes scattered across the bed, torn between wearing a skirt with a crop top, or the fancy dress you'd pointlessly purchased to wear for your tenth anniversary last month. No matter how much you two fight, she'd never missed any of your important milestones; this time around she did though, and she did it without even a text message thrown your way. Your 'Wish you were here, I love you Nat...' had gone unread and your heart nearly shattered when it did. Nerves start to overtake you as you second guess your decision to even go.
Why should it always be you making the effort to fix things?
Maybe this time you could leave her waiting on you, so she could know how it felt, but then you'd have to lie to Laura, and there's no getting away with that. So you scream into a pillow before settling on the dress then heading off to take a shower, hopeful it will calm your nerves.
While putting the deep forest green halter dress on you'd been admiring the way your body looked, having missed being able to have a reason to dress up. The sound of your phone pinging pulled you out of your feelings though. Opening the phone you saw it was a set of messages from Laura with attached images, your collective brood were lying under a pillow fort in the living room surrounded by snacks. Wide smiles upon their faces, then a simple:
*Get your assassin, and bring her home. 😉*
With an eye roll and quick reply sent you slipped your phone into your bag then set off to hail a cab so that you'd arrive fashionably late to the event. Stepping into the building had left your skin crawling at the sheer size of the guest list. Celebrities were scattered all around the room, but your eyes were too busy searching for your wife to even acknowledge them.
After what felt like years of searching you'd found her situated behind the bar, hand over her coworkers while she laughed at something she had said. Despair had been what hit you first, having always been worried you weren't enough for the assassin, even with the constant reassurances. Once your wife parted from her place you'd approached the bar and took the vacant stool next to the woman.
"Scotch on the rocks please."
The bartender that had just arrived nodded, then the blonde beside you turned to you with a curious gaze, subsequently opening her mouth and instantly falling into your trap.
"Rough day?"
"More like rough year." You bitterly chuckle out while taking a stiff drink from your glass, allowing the liquid to really burn.
"Care to elaborate?" She asks in a teasing tone, clearly looking for the gossip of the century.
"Nothing special really, just a smidge of trouble in paradise. You know, now that I'm thinking about it, I'm not entirely sure why they even call it paradise. Marriage is more like when you get a new job, heart overflowing with hope, and you're thinking it's going to be all you dreamed of. Then a few months have gone by, and your boss grows horns as they usually do, and you find yourself in a new version of hell."
"Jesus..." She snorts, her calloused hands instinctually falling to your exposed back in an attempt to comfort you.
The gesture sends shivers down your spine, causing your heart to twinge with guilt, turning in a kind attempt to remove her touch from your skin.
"Enough about me, how about you tell me about you? I don't want to scare you off from love, I promise it's not all bad."
"Oh, my dear girl, I am but a hopeless sap, so you're not going to scare me off that easily. Actually I'd sat down here to collect a drink for my girlfriend and I before an angry woman with an uncanny resemblance to her had cut me in line."
"Carol?!" You gasp, and the women smirks at the way the realization washes over your face.
"Yeah, this isn't exactly how I thought we'd meet, regardless it's indeed lovely to meet you. I'm guessing Natasha's in the dog house then? I'd heard Maria ripping her a new one before she had took off on that undercover mission, but I've learned to not ask when it came to you."
"Yeah, she came home after months away to pick a fight, then took off on a mission with no word to me, which in turn caused her to miss our anniversary and son's third birthday. Then apparently she made it home intact, but chose to go partying."
"In her defense—not to say she deserves it, but she did only just land two hours ago, and before she could get her stuff out of lockup Stark swept her off in the direction of her room here telling her attendance was mandatory and that he had a surprise for her."
That couldn't be right, because if she was gone until today then who the fuck would've sent the invitation to you?
Carol saw the panic written all over your face, concern immediately consuming her as she saw you struggling to breathe, and she was quick to tap her necklace three times before she tried to figure out what was wrong with you.
Maria had been sat on a couch, scrolling through her old text messages from you, admiring the pictures of your kids while Natasha sat beside her with her head in her hands.
"'Ria, I can't be here any longer, you need to help me escape..."
"Tasha, you're a trained spy, and a level 8 S.H.I.E.L.D agent, if you wanted out you'd be gone. Stop pretending you're not terrified of my sister, because as someone who grew up with her I honestly think you should be."
"It's just, the mission was only supposed to be a month... I was so angry in the moment, but then I went and missed two major milestones. They're the one thing I ever did right, and now I might lose her and the family I'd dreamed of all because I never felt deserving of it."
"That's a shitty cop out Natasha, whether you felt worthy enough or not, you had time before you started a family with her. Y/N's dreams were always so vibrant growing up, through all the hell we'd been put through she had still remained so bright. Never once did she dream about motherhood, but once she met you her dreams evolved to fit yours, and all she wanted was to give you that family. You royally fucked up here, so be prepared for the consequences."
Natasha went to rebut, but she simply fell short in terms of a comeback, and then Maria was jumping to her feet with her fingers twiddling with her necklace.
"Carol needs me, I have to go."
"I'm coming too."
Maria said nothing in support of this, but she didn't stop her from following either.
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Tony was bouncing on his feet like a petulant child on Christmas morning once Friday had informed him that you'd arrived. A nano tracker strategically placed onto your invitation so that he'd be able to track your arrival, and now he was about to put you into the direct spotlight.
Never once did it cross the playboy's mind that this could be a bad idea, because had you really just been a random civilian, well at least now you could say you met the Avengers, right?
Before Maria, and the sulking redhead trailing behind her could reach Carol to help with her unknown dilemma the lights in the room had shut off, then one singular ray illuminated the party stage and the drunken man stood on it.
"Ladies, gentlemen, and folks of all creeds, I'd like to thank you from the bottom of my reactor for making it out tonight. This is the first time in over three months that all us Avengers were able to be in the same room together, and I just think that's worth an elaborate celebration." He greets the crowd, receiving a gentle roar of cheers that he allowed to die down before continuing.
"Now, before I allow this kick-ass party to resume I'd like to make a special introduction. Agent Romanoff...."
He paused for dramatic effect, spotlight landing upon the former assassin, causing every hair on her body to stand at attention in nervous anticipation for what the idiot on the stage had planned for her.
"When I was tinkering around with my suit's, and running my weekly scan of all of our surnames through databases Friday stumbled upon something rather interesting..."
At the sound of his words both Natasha and Maria's heads turned to take in his smirking face, their expressions grim at the obvious thought.
"So, without further ado, I'd like to introduce you all to a Miss Y/N Romanoff! How about we see if there's any resemblance to our redhead." He excitedly slurs into the microphone.
Before you could even begin to register his words over your dwindling panic you were being blinded by a rather bright light. This attention only spurred on another roll of panic, causing you to literally vomit up the granola bar you'd munched on this morning all over the floor before your sisters girlfriend feet.
"Okay, so apparently she's not a fan of the spotlight... My apologies honey..."
Tony holds off from gulping in front of the crowd at the sight of the women glaring daggers through him, he's not entirely sure what he'd done yet, but he knew that his life was very much on the line because of it.
"LET'S PARTY!!!" He shrieks in an attempt to reroute everyone's focus, then does his best to fade into the crowd that began jumping along to the music once more.
Natasha made a beeline for the bar, where she was now scooping you up like she'd done all those years back on your wedding night and simply carried you off to the closest private space; while Maria and Carol went after the idiot that quite literally put a target on your back and your safety at risk.
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Natasha sat your sobbing form down on the couch, painfully watching you curl in on yourself as she herself paced around the room.
"Baby, what are you doing here? We had—."
"Don't call me that.." You reply venomously.
"Baby please, I know I messed up, but please don't shut me out."
Her pathetic pleads are met with your incredulous laughter.
"Shut you out? That's fucking rich coming from you, miss vow of fucking silence."
"Moya lyubov', please hear me out..."
Far too exhausted to fight anymore you simply hummed a broken tune, urging her to go on, while hugging yourself for comfort.
"Fury had said it was only supposed to be a month, and then when it was underway I was too deep to pull out when it got extended out. The whole time I was away I'd spent reflecting on that pointless fight I started with you. I'm so incredibly sorry for how I've been acting, not a day went by that I didn't cry over being away from you all."
Her fingers were nervously fidgeting as she took in a sudden shaky breath before continuing on.
"When our anniversary had hit I was an inconsolable wreck, unable to even complete my tasks for that day. The same mess occurring of me last week when Liam's birthday passed and I couldn't celebrate with my beautiful family. Moya lyubov', I'm going to take time off, Fury's approved me for an entire year, and of course I'm taking it so that we can all travel the world together. It'll be perfect, a dream come true."
Once she finished her pathetic attempt at an apology you were feeling an entire slurry of emotions. Three months ago, and this would've worked on you, but now you'd decided that she needed the reality check of a century. So, even if all you wanted to do was throw yourself into her arms after all these months you had to refrain. Natasha stared at you expecting you to melt into her open arms, but judging by the look in your eyes she knew it wasn't going to go in the direction that she'd hoped.
"Sorry can't fix those nights that I spent alone without comforting arms to hold me while I instead cried myself to sleep." You lightly choke out, failing miserably at containing your sadness, but within a moments notice the same sadness fuels your anger as you get everything off your chest.
"Or will it save me from those nights where I felt worthless, like when I messaged you on our anniversary and received nothing... You never told me it was a no contact mission, hell you didn't even tell me what you were doing at all. For all I know you were out fucking other women."
"Hey! You will not insinuate that I am a cheater! I would never..." Natasha interrupts, heart absolutely ripped to shreds at the notion, but the brokenness behind your shielded gaze has her quieting down once more.
"Nor the irreparable damages those fights have caused to our daughters view of me. She adores the ground you walk on, and all she ever sees is me driving you away. So then I find myself overwhelmed with the toddler who has formed an unhealthy attachment to my hip and the hatred thrown at me on the daily by Lily."
Natasha blinks in quick succession as your angry words come flying out, fighting off an onslaught of tears as she hears how her piss poor abilities to process her anger have somehow transferred over to your daughter
"So, Natasha, while you were crying over your own regrettable choice to run, I was left crying myself to sleep every night over every single mess your decisions had left in their wake. "
"I'm so sorry, please, I'll do anything to fix us... Let's go home, I'll hold you close just like you deserve. I'll talk to Lily—I'll fix this mess, I promise we'll have our happily ever after..."
"This might come as a surprise to you Nat, but that's just not how this is going to go. So long are the days where I just bend to your will, and forgive you in favor of a days worth of your time. You should go home though, collect our kids from Laura, maybe even spend some one on one time with them because lord knows they sure do miss you."
"And what about you?" She questions incredulously over the lump in her throat, tears starting to fall as it finally dawns on her that this will be harder than she thought, the easiness of fixing things is a way of the past.
"I'm sorry, but that's just not your concern." Your flat response comes out, shocking the woman to her core.
"You're the love of my life, the mother of my children and still my fucking wife so it definitely is my concern."
The anger she'd tried to hold at bay in lieu of a civil conversation was quickly getting the better of her—as per the course, the simple thought of you leaving her has the woman full on spiraling. Never had she imagined a reality where you weren't by her side, little did she want to acknowledge that was already the life you'd obviously grown accustomed to, the life she'd been forcing you to live.
"I'm not sure how true any of that is anymore Natasha..."
Something snaps in the shell of a woman sat before you at the words you spit out in the heat of the moment. One second she's crying on the ottoman, the next she's grabbing your hips, slamming you into a wall, and kissing you as if her life depended on it—which for her, it does. This is always her final tactic, if her words fail her which is almost always the case, she uses her mouth in other ways to change your mind.
The anger that had been festering within you for the last year and a half outweighs the lust. Turned on by her actions though, you choose to finally give her a taste of her own medicine, using her body as she's done to you countless times. Using your hands to brutally grip at her waist you move to shove her onto the couch with no care whatsoever.
Natasha gasps at the action, but her mind is too far gone to notice the look in your eyes is beyond the lust of the situation, it's a mix of so much: lust, rage, a desperate need for revenge, all fueled by a deep seeded hurt...
Lips meet with just as much force, your tongue forcing its way into her mouth, exploring the nearly forgotten territory, pulling needy whines from the redhead as your hips roll against her own as you bite down then suck upon her tongue. Natasha's hands work quickly to bunch up your dress, moaning against your lips as soon as she feels your bare cunt, clearly she's trying her hardest to regain a semblance of control here. It's to no avail though as you pull back from her lips, dragging her bottom lip out as you do.
"Tell me Natty, did you miss me?"
"Yes detka, I missed you so much." She groans, frantic in the way she is bucking her hips up, hands on yours to move you in time with her, creating the much needed friction, and showing you just how desperate for you she truly is...
"How much?" You coax out of her, wanting to feel the desperation in your bones before you give in to her; your dainty fingers trailing the expanse of her exposed arms, leaving behind a scattering of goosebumps in their wake.
"So, so much detka, I was fucking miserable. Spent so many nights alone, working my fingers through my folds but it never worked because it wasn't you..." She admits in a frustrated set of whimpers, lips desperately moving against your collarbones as she works to bite her marks into your supple skin.
Bitterly you chuckle while pulling back from her hold, her eyes confused at your sudden change in demeanor, but before she can start to overthink you're using your hands to shove her onto her back, then traveling up her body to straddle her face with your gorgeous thighs.
Natasha's always been weak for your thighs, she could truly spend hours between them; biting into the plush skin while teasing you; tightly gripping them whenever she has to force them to stay open when you're too sensitive to do it on your own. Many nights she'd even fall asleep with her face smushed against one, so it comes as no surprise when she's eagerly wrapping her arms around them.
"Don't fucking touch..." You growl out, swatting her hands away before lowering your dripping cunt onto her awaiting mouth.
Hand tangled within her short red locks you use your firm grip to stabilize yourself so that you can fuck yourself by means of her face, bouncing vigorously with only your pleasure in mind as you work yourself up to your climax. Drenching her face in your slick, using your hold on her head to angle her face just right to receive pressure upon your sensitive bundle. Loud moans filling the tiny room as your wife's muffled groans cause pleasurable vibrations against your lower lips.
Pangs of arousal being sent to her very own core at the idea of being used by you, no more than a means for your impending climax. Although she'd wanted nothing more than to touch you—to please you, it'd be a lie to say Natasha's head wasn't absolutely spinning from your newfound display of dominance.
When your movements began to get sloppy Natasha ignored your earlier warnings, and you were too fucked out to care. Gripping onto your thighs tightly, she was somehow pulling you even further against her face and using her tongue the way she knew you preferred it. Pulling you to the edge in the way only she ever could; your loud mewls evidence of that, and the sole reason for her slick covered thighs.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck...."
Natasha moans against your already sensitive core once the pit in your abdomen finally bursts, your hips stuttering as your abundant release rolls down her tongue, coating her throat and the majority of her face.
With her tight grip on your thighs she's able to flip you onto your back, face still buried in between your legs as she continues to relish in all your cunt has to offer; the smell of you beyond intoxicating, the insatiable need to taste you, the way that you're pulsing around nothing, and on how she plans to change that.
Her lips move to place open mouthed kisses upon your thighs, glistening love bites being left as she follows them up with her tongue, soothing your skin while collecting your slick. As she moves up your body her fingers play around your entrance, lightly tracing over it before suddenly thrusting three fingers into you as her lips attach to your perky nipple.
Her harshly sucking, and occasionally biting down has you arching your back, forcing even more of your breast into her mouth, and she's definitely not complaining; she'll take every last piece of you there is to offer.
Therein lies the problem...
Nearly forgetting yourself you allow your wife to worship your body the way she's done so many times before. Desperation for release driving the both of you, neither of you having really been fucked like this in nearly a year, because the nonstop fighting had always thrown a wrench in your love making plans.
Once her lips travel up, eventually landing upon your own everything seemed to slow down. Reality severely misconstrued as she pours every last ounce of her love into you, soft lips move against yours tenderly, while her fingers perfectly move within you with similar care, gliding effortlessly over your wet walls.
This new softness to her movements spurs on a sudden influx of emotions, fresh, hot tears begin to pool in the corners of your eyes as she begins to melt your anger back into its original source of sadness. Natasha feels the sudden way in which you gasp between the blending of your lips, pulling back she hovers over you, observing the sadness in your expression, and her heart clenches at the clear understanding that this is on her.
"Oh honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you like this..." She whispers, slender fingers still continuing their same brutal pace, palming over your clit as she leans forward to kiss your forehead.
"I'm here... I'm not going anywhere..." She whispers in promise, fingers curling in a come hither motion as she continues to pump into you in the hopes that she can bring you to the edge of bliss—to love you through this pain.
Her words have the opposite effect though, serving more so as the reminder that had she just stayed none of this would be happening. Neither of you would be working this hard to repair what was never meant to be broken.
"I love you..."
Those intimate words end up falling from her lips at the exact same moment that your entire body spasms from beneath her, your second orgasm far more intense than the last—hitting you like a ton of bricks; eyes rolling to the back of your head, while your walls clench so tightly that they hold the woman's fingers hostage.
After the high has run its course your arched body collapses against the couch, but Natasha's stilled fingers remain inside you as she places wet kisses to your heated skin, repeatedly whispering 'I love you' with each one she lays.
Eyes shooting open the moment you feel her tears fall onto your cheek, cascading across your skin on its way to blend in with your own. Her pained gaze is intense once your eyes lock, you almost feel sorry for her, but the settled rage slowly begins to simmer again.
Who does she think she is crying like this?
Is she seeking your sympathy for a problem she herself manifested?
Fucking pathetic...
"I love you too..."
As soon as the raspy words leave your mouth she's slamming her lips to your own, you lazily reciprocate the passionate kiss, planning to let it go on until you feel you have the strength to flip the positions.
Saying those words to her was hard, it's not because they weren't true—of course they were, but because giving her this sense of false hope isn't something you're exactly big on. Natasha's always struggled with processing her feelings, hell, it's why you're here to begin with. However, you're not doing this forgive and forget shit anymore, you're going to stick to the original plan and give her back what she's repeatedly given you—a false sense of security.
Wrapping your legs around her waist, you quickly shift and cause the both of you to tumble off the couch and onto the carpet. Natasha groans at the impact, but quickly smiles as she looks up to see you smirking.
"Yeah... I guess I deserved that..." She playfully grumbles before reaching up to pull your lips back to her own, and sighs at the way you move against her with less reservations than before.
For a brief moment you pretend like it's all okay, because for a second it kinda feels like it is. Your hands are quick to remove her dress, eyes widening as soon as you're blessed with the sight of her gorgeous, voluptuous breasts, perfectly ready to be marked up.
Natasha's breasts to you are the equivalent of your thighs to her, and the redhead is more than aware of this as she plans to tease you. Hands groping at the easily moldable skin, pressing them up and tracing her calloused fingers over her nipples in an enticing manner, drawing a needy whimper from her own lips, and driving you absolutely crazy.
"Hands off!" You warn, gripping her wrists to throw her arms to the side of her body before leaning down to harshly bite into the plush skin.
"Fuck..." She shrieks as the pain instantly sets in.
"That's the plan..." You cockily murmur over the pert nipple in your mouth, happily sucking upon it while your hand begins its descent.
Fingers lightly dancing across her smooth skin as they travel down her body, within a moments time she is squirming under your touch as you graze your fingers over her panty covered slit.
"Shit, you're fucking soaked through Natty..." You gasp, finding it rather shocking how aroused she actually is, a subtle hint to you that your lovers apparently been truly holding out on how rough she actually likes it.
While continuing to absolutely destroy her breasts, your fingers push her panties to the side, swiftly sliding into her with no resistance, stroking her walls as you slowly build her up. Natasha's chest heaves from beneath you as your lips work to leave no skin untouched, and skilled fingers continue their ministrations from down below. With every new bite to her skin you feel as her walls flutter around you.
"Just can't control yourself, mindless fucking whore that you are..."
You darkly laugh out over the extremely loud squelching noises that are coming from between your wife's widespread legs as she enthusiastically meets your thrusts, your fingers continuing to be sucked into her dripping cunt.
"You're just so fucking needy..."
"Mhm..." Natasha hums, far too lost in the pleasure of it all to realize what it is you're actually saying.
Her eyebrows furrow, mouth falling open as strangled moans leave her, it's apparent that she's nearing her climax by the way her walls continue to clench around your digits. Fingers scissoring from within, applying pleasurable pressure against her walls to finally push her over the edge, and for a fleeting moment you allow her to enjoy it. Thoroughly enjoying the way that your name repeatedly flies out of her mouth in between a choked melody of curses.
"...I can't fucking do this anymore..."
Finally, you whisper the words that have been painfully etched into your brain for months; the last thing she'd said to you before she left. Abruptly you pull your fingers out of her, leaving her high ruined, and her eyes snap open as the realization washes over her.
"Detka wait!" She whimpers, scrambling to her feet on shaky legs, attempting to reach you but you're somehow already halfway out the door.
Your mask nearly crumbles as you hear the desperation in her voice, and if you were to turn to face her you're certain you'll crumble.
Which is exactly why you keep your body turned away from her as you mutter out a cryptic little goodbye.
You'll break down when you get to Maria's...
"Laura's sort of expecting us in the morning, and when she asks why I'm not there please feel free to tell her that the supposed olive branch was nothing more than a rotting twig."
Natasha crumbles in on herself when the door slams shut, her foreseeable reality bleak, and the agony that she feels quickly consumes her. She really thought it was all going to be okay, she'd make love to you like no other time before, and take a step back from Avenging, but it appears she was too late. Her sobs only seeming to increase the more she thinks about what a life without you would look like.
After hours of unending sobbing she finally picks herself up off the ground, straightens herself out, then hops onto her motorbike for the long journey "home" without a single look back. Nothing more than the harsh winds there to dry her tears now...
Only one thought on her mind as she recklessly weaves through traffic; there's no such house that could ever be a home without you presently in it...
(Scenario located between the events developed in Captain America: Civil War and Thor: Ragnarok in the chronological order of the Marvel Cinematic Universe).
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Steve's foot taps the floor lightly, intermittently, picking up the pace as the elevator ticks up one floor with each passing second. He feels the air turn heavy and a trail of cold sweat run down his spine. Only Bucky seems to notice, and maybe it's just because he's under the same level of nervousness as his blond friend.
“This is a bad idea.”
"I know, I heard you the first three times." Sam replies, crossing his arms.
"We shouldn't involve him, not like this, at least." Steve insists, giving both of his companions a sidelong glance.
Bucky sighs next to him and brings one of his hands to his own face, trying to stay calm. "Do you have a better idea, Rogers?"
The "ding" of the elevator makes him shut his mouth before he manages to give the long-haired man an answer. The metal doors open in front of them, presenting an open living room illuminated by large windows, with elegant and expensive furniture; full of toys only Tony Stark could have fun with.
"Friday, I thought I told you not to open the door to strangers." His voice comes out of nowhere as they step into the room. The echo of his footsteps is lost in the immensity of the place.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid they insisted." The program assures.
"We just want to talk, Tony.” The captain hastens to say, looking for Stark with his gaze. His brows rise as he surveys the building: nothing has changed since the last time they were there.
"Well, that's certainly a big surprise."
The three men turn their bodies, following the sound of Tony's words up the stairs that lead to the second floor of the place. The black-haired figure soon appears in their vision field, resting on one of the concrete walls with a glass of whiskey in hand, giving them a lopsided smile that is not at all welcoming.
"It's been a long time, or have you finally considered turning yourself in?"
The blond remains static in his place, unable to fully understand the words that leave the millionaire's lips, and directing his attention completely and invariably to his face, in something that seemed only an instinct now: His hair continues combed to one side, just as he remembers it; his goatee is certainly a bit longer; he dresses smartly, he assumes he plans to go somewhere once they've left; there's a new scar over his left eyebrow; and his eyes, dark hazelnuts, his eyes are what tells him that this is still the Tony with whom once, years ago, he drank that same whiskey and laughed out loud the whole night to, later, receive the sunrise on the huge balcony of the tower. He watches those brown eyes and they, from a distance, ignore him.
“You know we wouldn't be here if we didn't have to.” Sam takes a step in their direction, waving to the newscast playing on the living room screen, reporting what everyone already knew.
“Correction: it is necessary that I help you with something, however, unfortunately for you, I am not interested in getting my hands dirty for whatever stupidity you have gotten yourself into this time.”
"Tony, listen..." Bucky tries to start explaining but is interrupted before reaching the minimum.
“Ah, ah.” The black-haired cuts him suddenly. Ironic tone in his voice. "I don't think I've given you permission to speak to me, or even to be here, as I recall."
The one with longer hair remains silent then, frowning but looking down. Steve finally decides to leave his little trance and, taking a deep breath, he finds the courage to fix his eyes on the black-haired ones.
"We just need you to help us find someone, or rather the place where they might be hiding something." Rogers tries his best to remain calm but his heart pounding hard in his ribcage doesn't help much.
"Again..." One of his palms opens to the side, jerking as the other holds his glass close to his chest. “I am not interested.”
"We're not asking you to fight with us, just point us where to do it." Steve can see the twitch on Tony's face, ready to finish off his words again, but he decides to get ahead of the argument. “We're talking about super soldiers, Tony. Things that Zemo provoked when giving out too many Hydra secrets.”
The black-haired looks away, avoiding eye contact, looking through the huge window towards the city that stretched out like an infinite urban field below them. Steve set his jaw, immediately guessing where Stark's mind had traveled.
Zemo had released many secrets in his quest for revenge for his family, one of them, most importantly... A Checkmate, specifically targeting... Tony. A secret that destroyed him, that destroyed them both. That destroyed everything. Leaving him in ashes, without a single spark of hope to return to what he was before, to what they were before.
The blond's heart clenched at the thought.
"They're dangerous." He forces himself to continue. "And they've already crossed the line. They will stop at nothing to get what they want.”
For another minute in silence, Stark remains still but his head works at full speed, analyzing what he already knew about the new super-soldiers who, just days before, had caused an explosion near a downtown cafe, leaving several wounded back. And he also knew that if he didn't decide to help them now and someone else resulted hurt or worse… He would feel the irremediable guilt fall on him. Again.
"If it is information you want, I suppose I could help. If with that I manage to keep them out of my sight for another long time.”
The engineer nods and Falcon hastily follows, starting to tell him almost immediately about the plan he and Steve had come up with, along with Bucky's knowledge of Hydra, and his suspicions of what the soldiers might be up to, up to that point.
"We need some State files, even S.H.I.E.L.D's” Mentions, Sam, showing some photographs to Stark. "It will help us know exactly what we might be up against."
“Isn't it guys like them?” Tony mentions, turning his back on both soldiers as he walks, and simply gesturing at them.
Of the three of them, Steve knew, Sam was the one who had kept in touch with Stark the most, especially seeking news of Rhodey's condition, trying to assuage his conscience. It was no surprise that the he was the only one who Tony was able to accept so close to himself, after all, Sam was the only one there who had tried to make up for his mistakes.
“The serum they're using is unlike anything I've seen before. They're so much worse than us.” Bucky is watched sideways by Tony as his words leave his lips, wary but sure of his statement.
"Good." The millionaire takes the stack of papers that Sam offers him and places them on a glass platform, causing hundreds of transparent screens to light up with the information. “Friday, give me everything you can find on Robert Lord Taylor.”
“Of course sir. Just a second.” The female intelligence responds.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get my workplace cleared." Tony barely glances at them. "You can be downstairs in the meantime... But please, if you use the bathroom try to behave like decent human beings and put the damn lid down when you're done."
...
Fifteen minutes later, Sam, Bucky and Steve sit on the expensive dark sofas on the first floor, devouring a packet of cinnamon rolls that someone had left on the table. The feeling of the same furniture on his body brings back inconvenient memories for the blond, who more than once was scolded by the black-haired for putting his feet up on the seats <<Do you realize what it's made of, Rogers? That synthetic leather is worth more than your own ass.>>. Neither of the other two have spoken to him in the time they've been there, and for Steve that's been a godsend, because if they'd tried, they wouldn't have gotten an answer.
He listens to them joke around for a while about the girl Bucky met at a bar last week and the blunder he did in front of her. Sam mentions, scoffing, that spilling a drink on someone can be the beginning of the best love story or, as in the case of his friend, the worst memory of that girl with a man. Bucky nods scathingly, and tosses at him the bucket that it wasn't like Sam was any more successful at love than he was. And Steve smiles, pushing his thoughts away from whatever memory was hitting him at the time.
"It's taken him a while already..." The long haired murmurs. "To be Tony Stark."
"He probably regretted it and is calling Thaddeus right now." Sam teases, but doesn't get the slightest smile from any of the soldiers.
“I'll go see if everything is alright.” The blond gets up, shaking off the crumbs that the bread had left on his pants; but his walk is quickly stopped by Sam's hand holding onto his wrist, gently.
“Don't you want me to go?” His dark eyes look at him with empathy and a simple, sorrowful smile. And Steve knows that his intentions are good, that they come from a good place in his heart; but he can't help the shock of irritation that goes to his head. "I'm just saying... That maybe it's not the best idea right now..."
“I don't need this kind of protection, Sam.” Steve shifts, regretting his snapping tone. “I'll go see how soon we can get out of here and make sure we don't have to start running before other types of soldiers start breaking through any existing windows in this place.”
Steve begins to walk in the stairs direction, slightly annoyed with the silence in which his companions remain at his expense, being able to feel their eyes fixed hard on his back during his entire journey until he manages to lose himself in the corridor that leads to Stark's study. Out there, he was their captain, their leader, the man they both obeyed without question, but as soon as Tony's name was brought to the table, their looks of friendship, of respect, changed to pity and compassion. And it made him sick every time it happened.
He gently knocks on the glass door, attracting the attention of the black-haired man, who was on the other side of the table, his body facing him. Tony looks down without saying a word and continues to move between the various screens around him; Steve takes the act as an invitation to enter.
Or maybe just a resignation.
"Have you located somewhere yet?" the blond asks, moving to the side of the table.
"Everything on that side may be important for you to know." The millionaire points to the opposite corner of the room. "It's just that I'm trying to find one more thing, but I can't find where they hid it...”
Steve begins to read the various titles and notes on the screens, making mental notes of things that seemed important for him to finish the mission. The soldier's aquamarine orbs travel back and forth, amazed at the amount of information Tony had managed to retrieve in those few minutes. And he would have stayed that way, if he hadn’t collided head-on with a screen that offers him a view of a huge newspaper headline "SUPER SOLDIERS, CAUSE OR CONSEQUENCE OF AVENGERS DISINTEGRATION?" accompanied by a photo of Zemo's arrest with Tony out of focus in the background.
And before he can think things through soberly, the words escape from his lips, turning to the black-haired man:
“We need to talk.”
Tony stops his movements on the screens and watches him for a few seconds, frowning inevitably.
"I don't think so," he answers curtly. He wants this to be the end of that conversation, but Steve isn't willing to let it go for any longer.
"Well, I need to, Tony." His voice goes up a couple of tones, drawing the black-haired’ confused eyes. “I need you to try to understand me, to try to understand why I did it. I'm sick of trying to find one more excuse to apologize.
"Apologize? You left me a fucking phone, Rogers." Tony loses his temper, hitting the table and causing several of the screens to disappear. “You didn't apologize, you asked me to call you if I needed you. And that's exactly why your phone has never rung.”
“It rang once.” Steve counterattacks, seeking the engineer's gaze. The other tenses his jaw, completely avoiding him.
"You were right, okay?" Tony murmurs, turning away. “You were right about Thaddeus, about the government, about everything. You're always right and that night I realized it, and I called you..." His voice shakes and Steve lets out a frustrated sigh. “But nobody answered.”
"I couldn't, I couldn't, Tony!" The blond tries to take a few steps towards him but Tony immediately backs away. "I had no idea what to say to you, I had no idea how to apologize for what I did to you. And I was afraid...”
Stark exhales a breath, fighting not to cover his ears and yell for him to leave. He didn't want to hear what Steve had to say, he wasn't ready, he never would be and he had learned to resign himself to it, but now...
“I was afraid because I knew that the moment I heard your voice there would be no going back. Because I would have left everything if you had told me you wanted me here.” His voice trails off. “And I couldn't, I couldn't leave them.”
"And you never will, Steve." The black-haired points out, keeping his eyes down with a half smile, covered in pain. "Because that's you. And that is also why I forgave you a long time ago. Because when I confessed to myself that I had fallen in love with you, I also knew that I had fallen in love with all your values and stupid morals that lead you to always do what you think is right.”
Tony moves towards the door but Steve intervenes, he wasn't going to let him go, not now, not after he had told him again that he was in love with him, that there was still hope.
"No, no." He calls him desperately. “Do you remember the first time we were together? The next morning we argued terribly; I told you that I was in love with you and you told me that you were just horny and nothing more. And yet, you showed up at my door two days later, with coffee and my favorite dessert. You didn't say a word but you were there. It's my turn to be here, Tony!”
The black-haired remains silent, removing the screens around and taking, finally, some information. Without further ado and with glazed eyes, he hands it to the soldier.
“Everything you need is there.”
"Tony, please..."
“It's over, Steve. Everything is over.”
As the three men leave his home, the black-haired watches them again from the stairs. Bucky nods his thanks and Tony doesn't look away, which seems to be enough for the other. Sam says goodbye briefly and Steve doesn't look up again until the elevator doors close completely.
He fights back the tears he had thought so long drained away, as his head whips with the greatest conclusion to his story: he had lost the love of his life.
...
By the time Tony showed up mid-mission, amidst the gunfire and screams of the super soldiers, it wasn't even a surprise to Steve anymore. Plans were distributed, Bucky those on the West side, they against those on the North side of the building, and Sam on the other side, would seek to corner them along with Bucky on the East flank.
Now, thirty minutes later, Steve and Tony were in one of the building's rooms, waiting for the other two to show up with their work done. They talked, commented on what was happening and distributed what they would do once they were all on the ground. Just like in the old days. The heart of both dancing to the rhythm of the other's voice.
And Bucky, Bucky was supposed to have taken care of everyone on that side. Bucky should have taken care of everyone. But Tony was smiling as Steve recounted a prank they did to Sam, and Steve was so lost in his eyes. And the man, this unknown super-soldier... He walked through the door after them. Steve yelled a warning as soon as his eyes caught the movement, but it was too late.
The super soldier fired, Tony's body fell to the ground.
Steve reacted immediately, lunging at the intruder, bashing his shield over and over and over into the soldier's body. The metal burying itself in his flesh before returning to his arm and throwing itself forward again.
And it wasn't the first thud of a hit or the many that followed, like deafening crashes in the place, that caused Bucky and Sam to rush to the spot in growing desperation; were but the heartbreaking screams that seemed to go through each and every one of the walls of the place. One after another, long, painful, paralyzing...
It was Steve.
They both burst into the huge room almost at the same time. Sam was the first to assimilate the scene and, before regretting it, he called for backup. Bucky entered two seconds later, stifling a groan as he observed what had happened:
Steve was cleaning Tony's face, brushing his hair to the sides and caressing his cheeks in the action. The passivity on the man's face was broken only by the dark, dripping hole just above his left eyebrow.
"Tony, love, Tony." Steve's voice had dropped, but his breathing only quickened with each passing second. "Everything will be fine, love, I'm here. I got you.”
"Steve... What happened? Is Tony...?" Sam trailed off when the blond looked up. The man's eyes fixed sternly on Tony's head injury and the inactive reactor.
“You!” Steve exclaimed, standing up and pulling Sam out of his trance. "Where were you?! Where were you, Bucky?!"
Sam has to throw his entire body to stop Steve before he gets to the named soldier. Bucky was static, he didn't even seem to be able to react to the shouts that Steve continued to shot in his direction. The only thing that really showed the state he was in was the sweat that trickled down his temples.
"Let go of me! Let go of me, Sam!"
"Steve, Steve!" Sam tries to call him. "Calm down, everything is okay."
He regrets his words as soon as they leave his lips.
“Okay?!, Look at T-Tony!” His voice drops, not wanting to admit that there was something wrong with Tony, with his Tony. He turns his gaze to the soldier behind Sam. "And all because of you!"
"Steve! drop it, now." Sam's reluctant order leaves the blond less aggressive, returning to rest his feet fully on the ground.
"You were supposed to have been here, Bucky, you should have entered through that door, not... him!" He pointed to the assailant's body almost embedded in the concrete of the wall due to the number of blows on the torso. “Where were you?!...”
The agent tries again to reach him but Sam gets in the way.
"Steve..."
“WHERE WERE YOU?!” he yelled, tears streaming down his cheeks. His eyes narrowed and his lips tightened, trying to hold the lump in his throat. "...Where were you, Bucky?" His voice was barely a whisper between the ever-closer sirens.
Anger hits him again, just when his sight had gone out of focus, as if remembering everything. Not only the moment he saw a bullet going through the head of the love of his life, but also the smile he was giving him before that, soft, flirtatious... loving; and how it was gone so suddenly as his body rushed into his arms, and as he poured out his anger on the man's body, Tony's voice echoing softly, one, two, three times... Altering the named, making him see black, until he ran out of strength and dropped to the ground with the body of his lover in his hands.
His heart was pounding in his chest, so hard it hurt. Tony's eyes seemed to look at him even when he knew they didn't anymore. The system seemed to shut down and his Reactor stopped glowing as Steve's cries of despair grew louder and louder.
In front of his eyes he could see his worst nightmare come true, and his head was hitting him with the only two words he never wanted to see together: Love and death.
The only thing he could think of as he tore at his throat screaming was: The person I love has been murdered.
“It was your fault!” he yelled, coming to his senses once again. “You had to be here, with us! You were the one who had to take care of everything on that side!”
His voice had reached a new point and the emotions that his face reflected were chillingly sad.
Bucky spoke for the first time since they had entered there.
"Steve... I... I'm sorry." Saying so, the agent began to walk back towards the body gently lying on the ground, already ignoring the words of his best friend.
Bucky tried to take a few steps towards him but...
"Stay away! Stay away from him!" Steve yelled, enraged, stopping him dead in his tracks. "You caused this, you were the one who told us that he wanted us on this stupid mission even though we said no!" He turned to Bucky. "This is on you."
Steve fell onto his knees and pulled Tony's body against him, swaying, lulling him. His sobs soon develop into the only thing Sam and Bucky can pay attention to, even as the room is filled with cops.
No official dared touch Steve for the first 15 minutes. They all knew him after all, and seeing him that way was tearing them apart.
One of them finally approached, putting her hand on the captain's shoulder. He didn't even look at her.
“Steve, we have to go.” The agent shook his head. "You have to come with us."
Several more agents passed, all failing in the attempt. Some tried to go to Tony's side, putting their hands on him to try to separate him from Steve, but they didn't even get to that: As soon as the soldier noticed their intentions, he sobbed for them not to touch him, and if they didn't stop, then he would yell at them almost at the top of his lungs to get out of there.
It wasn't until agents arrived with direct orders to clear the area and didn't care about anything else that they managed to separate them.
Four of them grabbed Steve and lifted him up, dropping Tony's body, which two others lifted as if he were a piece of junk.
Steve lost control before the act and lunged against one of those who held him, giving him a good blow while he screamed and struggled <<Let go of me!, please, leave him alone!>>
They sedated him in that moment, making him heavy and tired in a few seconds.
"Please… don't hurt him." Tears streamed down his face and his voice trailed off a little more each time. “He doesn't like to be alone, I have to go with him, please...”
The officers began to drag him towards the exit while two others put Tony in a whitish bag, cruel.
"Tony... he's hurt, don't put him there..." He felt the world spinning and his heavy eyelids closing, making him see black. He couldn't anymore, he didn't want to anymore. His voice trailed off but the tightness in his chest continued to threaten to kill him when he, before giving up, murmured to them desperately: "He hates the dark."
Steve surrendered to the unbearable clouds that swallowed everything, and he thought that maybe that was the way it had been for Tony, he thought that maybe those officers had done him a favor and that he would soon wake up with the engineer next to him. And he would never hear from the world again.
…
The next day, Steve woke up in a hospital surrounded by presents that his colleagues had left for him. His presence was wrapped in a clean, neutral scent, and his heart clenched as he remembered all that had happened.
He had woken up to a meaningless life, without Tony.
His eyes met Sam's, who was standing outside the room, wary. Bucky peeked out from behind him, looking down as soon as his eyes met the agent's.
They were both watching it and they knew it. He knew it himself.
Steve had died. He died in the night, with his lover in his arms. And he died screaming for him.
However, the monster that took his place was silent.
“You're definitely the only person I would do this for.”
“Why do you always manage to persuade me with your charms?”
"You're definitely the only person I would do this for.," Natasha grumbles while making her way over to help you, you who'd been stranded on the side of this road for a little over an hour now., "Natasha, we both know that isn't true—you'd help Wanda or Clint out like this too.," the redhead shrugged indifferently at your slight truths. You watched her intently as she settled her tool box down beside your lemon of a car, then your eyes were quick to zone in on her deliciously toned arms as she was removing her leather jacket to place it over your shoulder for safe keeping.
As she smirked at your wandering gaze you were quick to look away to avoid her taunting. Your eyes returned to her as soon as she was sliding beneath your car, and you took the moment alone to shamelessly admire her physique. Her shirt had ridden up to expose her toned abdomen and the sight alone left you wondering if she'd ever give you more than flirty banter and proposed bonds of friendship.
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Natasha had always intrigued you, she was a picture perfect example of beauty, and though she could do much better as a famed Avenger she was nothing if not an amazing friend to you. Many times went by where you thought it might be more to her, like when she'd invite you to events as her plus one, but then she'd sneak off with another girl, and you'd wind up hailing a taxi home. She was nothing short of confusing, but it never seemed to curve your want for her. Your sinful thoughts were soon interrupted as she asked you a rhetorical question., "Why do you always manage to persuade me with your charms?"
You chuckled., "Didn't know me crying over the phone was charming Nat, but I'll remember that the next time I need you to help me.," she grunted in lieu of words, and for a few short minutes all that could be heard were her many grunts followed by curses and the sounds of her tinkering with car parts you knew nothing about, and you were just grateful your friend here seemed to know what she was doing.
"Everything alright down there?," you teased, but then your heart dropped when you heard her curse in her mother tongue, she slid out from under your car covered in black smudges while wearing a defeated smile., "Well, I have good news, and then I have bad news.," she relayed exactly what you expected to hear while extending her hand out to you for assistance. You jerked her up off the ground, and she was actually quite impressed with your strength., "Which do you want first detka?," she asked softly, her grease covered hands fell to your waist and you were about to protest for the sake of your shirt, but the touch just felt right.
"Natty, Just rip off the bandaid please.," you grimaced, and she offered you only the softest of smiles, the kind she'd only reserved for you. Soft lips pressed to your forehead for an added layer of comfort as she sadly confirmed your suspicions., "This car is junk Y/N/N, and based on what I can see the jerk who sold it to you off that lot last month had to have known it.," you sighed aggressively, your hot breaths fanning across the redheads skin causing her to shiver., "Would you care for the good news detka?"
Natasha's heart beamed when you leaned into her, laying your head against her chest and wrapping your arms around her waist as you nodded against her, urging her to speak., "Well, I have the kinda pull necessary to get you one of Tony's vehicles free of charge.," Natasha instantly shushed you before you could expectedly protest the generous offer., "On top of that offer I also would like to offer my own services.," you shifted so that you could peer up at her questioningly., "I'll be your personal chauffeur for the next week while Tony gets the car ready for you detka.," she says as if it was always the obvious answer.
"Natty, I can't ask you guys to to do any of that.," you confidently negated her offer, but the shake of her chest beneath your cheek as she chuckled told you she also didn't take you seriously., "You didn't ask, I offered because there's no way my precious girl will be back to taking the Subway through this shady city.," her arms were quick to slip around your back to hold you tightly against her, this need to protect you at all costs consuming her heart.
"Natty, I've lived here my whole life, I can handle the hustle and bustle of the city.," you said over a soft giggle, but all you received were her arms tightening around you., "Yeah, but I'm saying that won't be happening anymore. This city's only gotten more dangerous over time, and you've got a direct tie to me now. You're too important a person to me Y/N/N, far more important than I think you realize."
The vulnerability in her voice threw your mind for a loop, and as you pulled away to look into her eyes you could see they were glazed over., "Oh Natty, what's wrong?," her heart skipped when you immediately moved into comforting her, like it was just the most natural thing for you to do, and so she released a shaky breath in lieu of a response while she built up courage to be honest. Nonstop reminding herself of what Clint said to her as she left his farm last week. That she did deserve the love she knew you had to offer her, and in turn you deserved to know that she had always loved you just the same.
Softly she smiled at you, confusing you more as her lips softly kissed the palms of your hands that were currently cupping her warm cheeks., “Would you believe me if I said nothing?,” you went to reply, but she was too quick., “Because I am actually not sad at all Y/N, I’m thrilled to be able to take care of you. It’s all I want to do, now and for the rest of our life if you’d let me.,” you gasped at the confessional, words you’d all but begged for her to say were finally said, and it all felt like a fever dream, but you knew it was really happening as the cold wind breezed by., “You’re not shitting me right now, right?”
Natasha’s lips fell into a slight frown, but she knew better than to be offended. It truly was a fair question to ask her since she’s been running from your advances from the start., “Y/N, I would never lie to you, so what do you say,hm? Will you let me take you to dinner?,” she looked to you with hopeful eyes, and a bright smile etched her face when you nodded. You squealed when your body was lifted off the ground, Natasha having been overwhelmed by excitement found the urge to spin you around in celebration., “It’s already five, I made us reservations for six-thirty, so we have enough time to get us out of these dirty clothes.”
Natasha smirked when seeing realization flash across your face, she kissed your cheek just before dropping her helmet over your head., “Don’t overthink it detka, just hold on tight, and know that you’re forever safe with me.,” Though she couldn’t see it you smiled under the helmet, happy to know this was always her plan—to help you and make you hers. She guided you to her bike, helping you on, and once your arms laid comfortably over her abdomen she sped off on her motorbike with an unrelenting smile on her face as the crisp wind rushed through her beautiful red hair., “YA tebya lyublyu Y/N.,” she yelled out into the world, smiling when you squeezed her hip three times in what she understood to be your reciprocation., “I’ll protect you forever angel…”
“Oh my god you're bleeding. How the hell did you do that?”
“I was trying to cut the tomatoes!”
Warnings: Gash/Blood
"Oh my god you're bleeding!," Natasha shrieks as she enters the kitchen to find you hovering your injured hand over the sink., "How the hell did you do that?," she continues while making her way over to assess the damages, and she's nearly fainting as she takes note of the deep gash, her eyes quickly bore into yours next, effectively making you nervously shriek out a response., "I was trying to cut the tomatoes!"
Natasha's brows furrow while her hands take a fresh dish towel to apply the necessary pressure to your bleeding wound. The pain is rather blinding, causing you to slightly sway in your spot, and that's when Natasha uses her other hand to stabilize your body., "Y/N.," she calmly mutters your name, you look up to her nervously as you're unsure what Natasha you are about to get here., "Why were you cutting the tomatoes and not Wanda or Bucky? You know, the ones who actually cook dinner here."
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"I-I was trying to help Wanda, she seemed stressed, and so I offered to be her sous chef.," you mumbled your answer so quietly that the redhead hardly heard you., "Come again?," you looked up to her with your lip trapped between your teeth, and her surface level anger melted at the adorable sight of your nervous state., "Detka, you know there's a reason you're not one of the chef's here.," she softly cooed before swiftly pecking at your lips to get you to release your lower lip., "That reason being your stunning ability to burn water, and apparently now to chop your hand up along with the tomatoes.," she chuckled when you tried to lean away from her, the embarrassment clear as day on your face., "Natty, it was one time."
"One time is too many.," she reasons while pulling your body closer to hers, and you can see the genuine concern she carried for you beneath her usually guarded eyes, "Let's get you to Bruce now, then if you're good we can cuddle in bed until you're feeling better.," you sighed, knowing that fighting her would get you nowhere so you nodded your acceptance.
Wanda then entered the kitchen at the worst time, approaching the cut tomatoes and shrieking at the sight of your blood all over. Natasha was quick to stop you from talking, the need to keep you focused on your hand was imminent., "Hey Wands, use the black card to just order takeout tonight, Y/N here was given privileges she never should've been.," the witch grimaced once she took in the sight of you, the way you looked of a wounded puppy made her heart skip, and she also found Natasha's calm to be nothing to take for granted., "Sounds good to me, I'll just clean this up and order some Chinese food since it's your guys favorite.," Natasha smirked at the relative easiness of the situation, knowing good and well that even if Wanda would win in a fight, she was still fearful of the former assassin.
Wanda sent you an apologetic smile when you walked by her sniffling, the bloodied towel a reminder to never you near the knives again. Natasha was also quick to whisper said reminder to her, the softness in her voice was a faux offer of comfort, because the truth in her words was that the witch got off lucky this time. Natasha escorted you to Bruce, who with one silent nod from the redhead knew to get to work on fixing you up. She held your good hand, allowing you to squeeze hers whenever a stitch was too much to bare, and she kept her comments to herself about how soft you were.
After all was said and done you were her precious little baby, a fierce avenger by day, but by nightfall you were a soft little cuddle bug. Every time you’d inevitably come home injured she’d revel in the cuddling to come after she knew you were going to be okay. So just as soon as Bruce gave you the all clear she was carrying you out of the medbay bridal style. Passing the kitchen she expertly grabbed the bag being extended her way, and carried you along with the takeout up to your shared room.
Natasha settled you on the bed, stopping briefly to kiss your cheeks since you whined at the loss of her warmth. The adorable pout you wore always warmed her heart, knowing that she brought you as much comfort as she did never failed to make her feel contentment. Loving you had been by far her favorite thing that life ever threw her way, so as she held you close, scooping your go to chow mein into your mouth, she thanked the world for another day that she got to spend cherishing your life.
There was a low humming noise that filled the dark room, or at least you assumed it was dark since you'd yet to open your eyes, but judging by the lack of red tint to your eyelids it wasn't all that hard to infer. You intended to appear asleep to your captors, but due to the frigidity of the space you were left in it was impossible to contain your shaking, and as you expected it wasn't long before someone was entering.
"Good, you're finally awake.," the mans taunting laughter bellowed off the walls as he bared witness to the ceasing of your shivering, your body was now stilled, every muscle having tensed up, whilst the hair on your body stood, and your heart thumped harshly in your chest., "Welcome home Agent 22, get some rest, you'll be needing it.," he chuckled unabashedly while your body racked with uncontainable sobs that only further the pain in your head. The sound of the slamming door behind him made a harsh noise as it automatically locked, and you knew, without a doubt, exactly where you were.
Back at the beginning...
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It'd been twenty four hours since you fell, an entire trip around the sun with no answer on as to where you ended up, or if you were even still alive. Presumably you're being held captive by an 'unknown' group of men, with harsh injuries to account for all the blood you lost in Russia. When the sisters returned to the cabin your wife wasted no time utilizing all of her own resources and access to government databases. Every avenue she went down failed though, she knew it'd be pointless to remain in Russia, it's very unlikely your captors had, and she hadn't enough to work with in the faraway place so she set back off to the states for assistance.
So now Natasha paced around Clint's barn, the place she'd advised her former teammates to meet up with her at as it wasn't on any radars. Her heart was absolutely shattered, her gut had been warning her from the start that the trip was a bad idea, but somehow you'd convinced her it would be okay, and now you're injured horribly, and on top of that you're also missing. Had her sister never treated you so terribly, or had she stuck to her guns and kept you home, then this nightmare wouldn't have come to life.
Yelena was sat on a bale of hay, her face was stitched up, injured arm strapped to her body, and her eyes were painfully glued to the floor, unwilling to catch those of her sisters. This trip was never supposed to end in carnage, even if at one point Yelena thought she'd have to kill you herself—deep down she always knew she wouldn't have to, but even in her success of making nice with you, this is still all her fault. Two unsuspecting kids sit inside the Barton's house, only a few paces from her guilty form. The thought of them losing their mommy if they don't work fast enough weighing heavy on her conscience; it all brings her to silent tears.
Natasha hasn't said a word to her for fear of saying things she couldn't take back. She knows Yelena tried to save you, but had she never been reluctant to let you in, then the trip that led to your disappearance never would've happened, and you'd be here, safe in her arms.
Christmas is less than two weeks out, and the idea of you missing Eli's first Christmas leads to her falling to her knees in another fit of sobs. Clint was quick to pull her into his embrace, he doesn't try to shush her, or to cheer her up with promises of saving you—no, he simply holds her close, and allows her the space to fall apart.
Once she'd settled into his embrace, her sobs eventually faded into the occasional hiccup, and they remained in this bubble until she heard the familiar rumble of a jet, then she was racing out of the barn to greet the stoic team. Tony was first to deplane, the multitude of gadgets necessary in his hand to find you work to settle Natasha's nerves ever so slightly. Wanda's next to deplane, her eyes bloodshot from crying the whole ride there, and she's the first of any to pull Natasha in for a hug. Steve was the last to deplane, a heaviness settling on his shoulders as he continues to ponder if this was all his fault—did he compromise your life?
"Now that we're all here, shall we begin?," Tony breaks the tense silence, holding back a shiver once he sees the daggers the little witch was staring into the folded over blonde., "They've got something blocking the tracking device in her neck, here's all that I have for it.," Natasha relays, shoving her semi useless tracker into his hands in the hopes that it'll mean something to him. Tony smiled solemnly at her, then he silently began to fiddle with everything he brought to get the process going.
"Nat, why do we think they wanted Y/N?," Cap asks as a way to hopefully gather more of an understanding on why they only took you, the man however gulped upon seeing the fire in her eyes., "Not sure Rogers, could be the bar fight they caused, or the Hydra mission you sent me on, jury's still fucking out on a cause."
Everyone in the room flinched as her voice had only elevated, making Natasha jump to her feet right after to leave the barn in search of solace. The last thing she wanted was to guilt trip, or make your friends feel responsible. Sadly her her attempts to find such peace proved really hard to obtain when the only person who can bring her back down to earth is gone. Eliana, and Jackson usually brought her said peace, but with their uncanny similarity to you all she could see is what she lost, and failed to protect.
Facing them alone was already hard enough, but when one can verbalize his worries over his missing mommy it only makes it that much worse. Eli's cries also wouldn't stop with Nat around, when just last week it was only her who could get them to, it's as if she knew her mommy was in danger just by looking to her. Natasha was hardly ever alone with them, and she never realized they picked up on that until she returned without you. They'd been ecstatic for about thirty seconds before the emotional turmoil Natasha exuded transferred to them, then it was wailing, and "Where's mommy?," and her already breaking heart couldn't deal, leaving the Barton's to handle the distressed children, while she ran out to sob some more.
Avoiding your beloved kids is the last intention she ever had, but as she sat alone on the rickety tire swing it was exactly what she was doing. Tears ran down her cheeks at the daunting reality that they may never get you back, that she might have to raise the children without your warm touch, and voice of reason. Everything she knew about being a mother came from directly mirroring you, you'd been her reference point for all things proper., "She's alive Natalia, I can still feel her."
Wanda could hear her horrid thoughts from a mile away, the idea alone of never finding you was enough to have infuriated her. Though the tie between you two wasn't blood, there was no doubt it was akin to that of siblings. Hydra was never kind to any of you, but she never forgot the way you looked out for her and Pietro, or how you took the brunt of the testing for their sake. You were their guardian angel, so after many years of forced separation, when they saw you with the Avengers, leaving Ultron wasn't even a question, it was just the answer.
Wanda's no stranger to loss, she's lost everyone who's ever meant anything to her up until this point, everyone except for you. There's no way she isn't going to get you back, even if she has to delve into the world of unforeseen spells. Not a thing, or person in the world would stop her on her conquest to saving her family., "We're going to find my sister Natasha.," her voice boomed through the air with conviction, and for what felt like the millionth time today your wife was crying, she didn't understand what even set her off, but she sobbed anyways while Wanda moved to hold her close for you., "We'll find her Nat... We have to..."
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Though you couldn't see anything, you could feel everything, like the frigid air being pumped into the metal room in obvious punishment. IV's were attached to your arms, the same set that you couldn't move more than an inch without sharp pains shooting throughout you. Whatever they were pumping you full of made you drowsy, but you were prepared for such torture tactics by Shield, and that's how you've managed to remain awake this whole time.
Time eluded you for the most part seeing as how you'd been locked away like a princess in a castle waiting for her glorified savior in all those silly fables, but you were certain by the tick of the clock—that he placed here to taunt you, that at least forty eight hours had passed since he first made himself known to you. Strucker, the man who held you captive for years, and who you'd believed was dead up until this point now held your life in his hands.
Slimy hands that only sought out unyielding power and to also bring you immense pain. It's obvious that Strucker heard about your giving up of your powers with the way he's using the cold to ice you into a weakened state. It's likely he always knew they'd kill you eventually, you reckon that's why he didn't put up much of a fight to find you after you fled over a decade ago. If you weren't so fatigued you'd give him a piece of your mind, but more to the truth, he'd yet to return, and you weren't wasting energy yelling at him through the cameras.
So you lied there silently, your eyes fluttering shut for the briefest of moments before they'd pop right back open—he wasn't getting the satisfaction of a win, no upper-hands for him.
Funny enough, you were like the calm in the storm while lying emotionlessly on the bed, but unbeknownst to you, your prospective savior was in the state of a damsel in excess distress. Truly, you'd both managed to flip the script.
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Hope around the Romanoff household had dwindled into nothing after over a weeks time, as Tony had yet to give the redhead any good news, and your wife was so distraught over this lack of progress that she'd only been getting about two hours of sleep a night, and was of hardly any use to anyone. Nightmares of all kinds plagued her mind every time her eyes were closed, and when they opened she was reminded that she was living in one just as bad. Wanda and Yelena had decided it best to stay with her in your house for the sake of the confused children. Wanda tended to Eli most days, while an injured Yelena usually handled all of Jackson's entertainment and needs.
Today though, Wanda had been urgently called into the barn by Tony and Steve, while Yelena was passed a grumpy Eli into her good arm. Jackson was whining for food, but the baby was crying, and Yelena couldn't manage both. Natasha went into the living room to decipher the fuss, and at the sight of the chaos she moved on autopilot, scooping up the little boy. Then she waltzed into the kitchen with the toddler clinging to her offered comfort, and she microwaved him a tray with chicken and fries.
The little boy whimpered when being removed from his mama's arms, she hadn't kept her comfort from him intentionally, and it ruined what was left of her heart to see him hurting due to her distance. He needed to eat though, so she settled his food before him, all was going well too as he smiled up at her gratefully, and she returned the smile, her first of the week. While she stayed to observe him she noticed he was only eating the fries with ketchup, and the chicken was left untouched. In an attempt to encourage him to eat the protein she dipped it into the available ketchup, but her face twisted when he looked at her in genuine disgust.
"Icky sauce.," he insisted while pushing her hand away, the former—potentially soon to be—widow's face scrunched up in obvious confusion. He'd literally just been eagerly dipping his fries into the ketchup with no issue., "Jackson, baby boy, please just eat the nugget, they're good for you.," she pressed the boy on tiredly, to which he loudly shouted back no, then continued to eat the fries unbothered.
"Jackson, don't yell at mama, and eat the damn chicken.," she herself yelled back, but she was instantly regretful as he flinched and looked to her with a wobbly lip, and eyes that were filling up fast with tears. A pained gasp left her when he shakily pushed her comfort away, he was sobbing, but wanted nothing to do with her. The confused look in his eyes was obvious, she had never yelled back at him before, she'd left the outbursts to you, and you were always so good at redirecting the non desired behaviors.
Natasha and you had agreed early on that you weren't going to be the parents that yelled at their kids for every little thing, that instead you'd lead by example, and the both of you would practice kindness, partaking in gentle parenting over the modern worlds harsh ways. Now, in one weeks time she'd undid it all, because the precious little boy looked at her as if she was the devil, Eli's sympathy wails soon filled the space, and it all broke her spirit even more., "Mama's sorry, I'm so sorry baby."
After removing the tray from his chair she gently placed her hands before him., "Baby, please look at mama, I'm sorry that I yelled at you.," the little boy looked up to her, glossed over eyes to resemble those of your own met hers, and she had to curtail the incoming sob at the heartbreaking resemblance. He needed her, the feelings she had would just have to wait., "Come here baby.," she pleaded desperately, watching as he worked through his options, and after only a second he launched from his chair and into her awaiting arms, she secured them around his tiny body, and the both of them cried together on the kitchen floor.
Yelena entered with the sniffling baby who, to her shock, reached for the two on the floor. After silently passing her over, Wanda entered the kitchen in a rush, the sight of the broken family cuddling causing her to steel her face., "What did the guys want?," Natasha's hoarse voice broke through the tense silence, but she was too focused on the kids in her arms to see Wanda's features twitching before speaking., "To see how you're doing, and quite frankly, the answer was not good Natasha.," she lies, and Yelena catches it instantly., "Let's get all of you off the floor and into bed for some rest."
Yelena notices how eager the witch was to get Natasha out of the way, she lets her know as such too when she glares her way but she still hangs back, and waits rather impatiently for the woman to return to the living room.
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Strucker was amused as he entered your cell to find you humming along to a familiar tune. Your mind was entering a state of delirium he'd been hoping for, the German tune reminiscent of your old Hydra days, and he wondered why it was even a source of comfort for you., "Agent 22, time for you to come with me."
Internally you were cheering, you were playing into whatever game he wanted by appearing fragile, and broken to his preferred specifics. Staying in this room gets you nowhere closer to escaping, and you also knew that no one could track you on the basement floor of the base.
However, as his men hoisted you out of the bed, the first time in a week that you'd been made to move more than from the bed to the toilet directly to your right and back, you could finally feel the extent of your injuries, and you knew you couldn't fight your way out of here.
The burly men groaned as if you weighed ten tons when your legs suddenly gave out, and all your weight was left on them to carry. They let you know of their displeasure too as they were unnecessarily tugging on your injured arms. It was obvious to you that your right shoulder was dislocated in the free fall, while your left was just brutally strained. It was something you expected, because before losing consciousness you remember dangling from an oak tree by the wire of the grappling hook that you had managed to wrap around your hands.
Along with the dislocated shoulder you could feel all the tiny, untreated scratches on your face. They were itchy, and sore, along with all of the other marks you managed to get as the rocks and branches tore through the many layers you'd been previously taunted for wearing. Fortunately nothing too bad had happened to your legs, they're bruised up from hitting all the rock, but other than that they're fine. Having been unfed for over a week is what left you weakened, and thus unable to walk.
The men placed you in a cold, metal chair, and you groaned at the set up, tools of every type laid on a metal tray besides your body, and in front of you a man was setting up a camera. These setups only ever meant one of two things with Hydra, a morbid chance to say goodbye, or a hostage negotiation, that usually ends with a dead hostage, and a dead or captive savior.
"I bet you're wondering what your fate is.," Strucker reappeared before you, hovering and looking down to you with a devilish smirk., "You'll know in due time dearest one.," you shuddered at the old, nauseating nickname. The man smirked wider at your disgust, then he clapped your shoulders for an added bite of pain before moving to face the camera lens.
"Privet Agent Romanoff, and Maximoff.," your heart skipped when he addressed the two most important women in your life., "My beef is not with you Romanoff, but with your wife, and my very special girl Wanda.," the urge to vomit was at an all time high when he referenced her that way., "Sorry to you for destroying your family, but as an old friend of Dreykov's, I'm actually not sorry—call it an eye for an eye, will you?"
"However, I am willing to strike up a deal, I'm not a monster after all.," he feigns sympathy as he blatantly lies to your people, you know damn well that you're a dead woman sitting if they're not strategic enough about this., "If the witch willingly returns to my team, then I'll give you back the useless scraps behind me."
"Don't do it Wanda! You know it's a trap.," a fist connected with your face harshly, your jaw making a crackling noise as your head swung to the side. Blood trickled down your chin, and for a moment silence befell your form, but to all present parties shock you chuckled wildly, lifting your head back up to face them., "What? You think I can't take a punch?," you taunted the man, though your jaw ached intensely you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing., "schwache Hündin.," you spat at the man, blood landing on his cheeks, and in retaliation he head butted you rather harshly, causing you to bite your tongue in more ways than one.
(Weak bitch)
"Feisty as ever I see.," Strucker interrupted the chaos, his hardened gaze on your pained face., "Don't worry dear, the fun is just beginning.," he chuckled before facing the camera again., "Consider this your six hour head start mighty Avengers, that's how long Mrs. Romanoff here has before her life will be completely ended."
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Wanda is only gone maybe a few minutes, and as soon as she enters the room Yelena's in her face., "Why are you lying to my sister?," Wanda rolls her eyes, not really having the time of day for this., "For my sisters, and her own good.," she brushes right passed the confused blonde and heads straight for the door, but she pauses.
"I-Is Y/N...?," Wanda turns back to glare at her, her eyes phasing into a crimson hue, as tendrils of her magic move across her fingers., "No, and don't even hypothesize such a thing Yelena, might be your dream come true, but it isn't any of ours.," she growls, the low blow of her words not even an afterthought, her mind is only consumed with a need to save you., "That's not fair, we're family now, I-I.," she began to defend herself, but Wanda waved her hand about in quick dismissal.
"Yelena, I do not have time for this, I put her to sleep, the effects will wear off in a few hours, and by the time she wakes up I'll have Y/N."
"Natasha will never forgive you for going without her.," Wanda nods, a slight shrug to follow, with her back to the blonde., "Then so be it, but we both know she's in no condition to fight, and moreover, this is mine and Y/N's battle, no one else's.," she shut the door swiftly, an obvious finality on her chosen words that left the blonde to fall back in an anxious heap on the couch., "So not cool Y/N Romanoff..."
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Everything in your body hurt, wounds that had only just started to scar over from your fall were ripped wide open again, the men were chuckling darkly with every cry you couldn't suppress, and your will to remain conscious was dwindling fast the more their varying actions went on. Fists of one pummeled into your ribcage leaving you breathless, while a scalpel was teasingly ran over your throat, lightly nicking the skin on occasion to keep you abreast of your looming fate.
Tears fell down your bruised cheeks, mixing with your blood as you gave up the front, the likelihood was that today was the day you died. You weren't crying over the physical pain, you were numb to that after about an hour, no, you were crying for the sake of your little family. Natasha isn't ready to be on her own, not that anyone ever is, but you know for her this'll be a true test to her strength, and though you love her, there's no faith she'd ever recover from the heavy loss. She'd told you almost daily how she couldn't live without you, and though it was a soft statement in the moment, the sentiment was all the same in the end; she meant it.
Eliana, and Jackson have barely just started, and now you've left them in a shattered family. Because there's no way Natasha won't end up resenting Yelena for this happening if it ends bad. It's all a bout of tragic ironic really, all you ever wanted was to fix their problems, and in trying to do so it appears you only made it ten times worse. At least before they were talking, the blonde just hated you, maybe it was selfish of you to want more there.
Had you just let her grow to like you, instead of pushing for a quick resolution, then the family would be intact, and you wouldn't be dying...
Harsh sobs began to rack your body as your most fondest memories ran through your mind all so suddenly. The first time you ever kissed Natasha; it was so vivid that it was if you were reliving it, a smile gracing your face in real time as you remember what it's like to feel her, to taste her lips, and it hurts to know it's over. Then as if to taunt you your mind moves to when she said yes to your marriage proposal, and then through all the many "I love you's.,"
Then the birth of your son plays, and the many moments after that you screen grabbed within your mind of his milestones. Standing out to you most was how Natasha was such a nervous wreck during that time, remembering all the many ways she tried to keep him safe briefly warmed up your freezing body. Memories of your daughters birth and every gummy smile she ever gave you flew through next, and it just left you praying for more; you needed time.
Those sweet little memories of the four of you on the couch, with Natasha rocking Eli to sleep while Jackson and you geeked out over whatever cartoon was on at the time, those were always your favorite nights. Natasha and you took turns gazing lovingly at the other, a sweet little game that always ended in a shared kiss over the slumped bodies of your children.
Once your eyes fly open, as if they were shut against your accord you gasped, the once silver room was decorated crimson, and the woman stood before you was as well., "Wanda.," you sighed in relief, then as your body knew you were safe, you'd slumped into her arms, all the adrenaline now leaving you in your true state. Wanda gently maneuvered you comfortably within her hold, then she flew out the hole in the roof that she'd previously entered through.
A monocle dangled from her hand, a trophy she collected in proof of her success...
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Natasha woke with a start, hands searching for you, but soon her body shook with the knowing sobs that the lovely dream had ended. Reality was far more bleak for her, but she still softly smiled at the sight of your sleeping children. One against her, the other in her bassinet, and she decided there that she needed to get it together for their sake, you'd want her to do it.
Just as she began to process through some of her grief the door to her room flew open, and an out of breath Clint entered., "We have her."
Natasha stumbled out of the bed, scooping up the sleeping baby, while Clint grabbed a now awake Jackson., "Mama?," he tiredly whined, and Natasha rounded the bed to kiss his cheek, "I'm right here my little love.," she reassured him, once he felt secure in that knowledge he snuggled into Clint, and the duo ran out of the house, speeding passed a confused Yelena.
Once she heard the car tear off she knew what was going on, she smiled to herself at the good news, but then she frowned upon noticing the dullness in the lived in space. Nothing about your place felt right to her now that you were apparently back. She knew from stories told that you absolutely adored the holiday that was Christmas, so she called the men in from the barn, and the three planned out a miracle.
It might be December 30th, the holiday having passed on by without a celebration, but it didn't have to mean that all hope was lost.
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Natasha ran straight into the infirmary, a sigh of relief left her seeing from afar that the lying little witch was drenched in the blood of her enemies, and with just the briefest glimpse of your hair her anxieties settled. Then she heard your laughter as she got closer, stilling in her move to reach you, she allowed the sound to reverberate around her mind for a moment. Her lip trembling as she never thought she'd hear such an angelic sound again, and with that she was running to get to you once more.
Your head lifted off the pillow when the doors slammed open, and your heart fluttered in your chest at the sight of your beautiful wife running towards you. Her hands shakily held your face, and her lips steadily pressed into yours, the both of you choking back a sob at the touch., "Detka, oh my gosh, I-I can't believe it's you."
"In the tattered flesh.," you teased, and she chuckled at your tasteless joke, then she turned to Wanda with a glare that would scare off the burliest of men, but the witch only winked., "Told you we'd find her.," she held up the cracked monocle, and Natasha beamed at the sight before pulling the gross witch in for a tight embrace., "Thank you.," the witch hugged her tighter at her soft whispers., "Mhm"
"When can she leave?," Natasha asked as she looked at you being healed, her heart wouldn't truly settle until you were in the house she built for you, full of every safety feature she could have ever imagined courtesy of one Tony Stark., "Tomorrow evening.," Cho sounded off from behind., "My cradle can only heal her so much, so the shoulder will take time, but on the bright side Y/N's body is still advanced from her Hydra years, so I anticipate the sling for a week, and with proper physical therapy she'll be good as new in a months time."
"Where are my babies?," you whined, causing the women to giggle at your loopy state., "Sleeping in the old man's lap, I'll bring them in once you're out of this scary contraption.," she offered, you pouted, but even in your loopy state you knew she was right to not bring them in when you looked so scary., "Perfect."
"Yeah, you are.," Natasha whispered against your forehead as her lips laid there, lingering in their place for what felt like an eternity, and if not for the promising future laid out before you both she'd probably let them linger forever.
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Natasha was cautious as she settled you into the front seat of the spacious car, even though you'd been cleared by Cho to do so yourself, she wasn't really a fan of not holding onto you., "Ready to go home, moya lyubov'?," her lips pressed to yours after you nodded, and she pulled away with the calmest smile afterwards. As inconspicuously as you could you wiped the sudden tear from underneath her eye, her lips pressed to your palm a in silent thanks, then she finally managed to leave your side, just to resettle down next to you in the drivers seat, her hand holding onto your thigh as she drove.
Wanda was in the back with your smiling kids, and you locked eyes with the witch through the rearview mirror, she didn't have to read your mind to understand what your were saying. She smiled warmly, letting you know that she loved you just the same, you were the sister she never had, but always wanted, and your thanks were unnecessary, but she nodded anyways to acknowledge them, and only then did you relax fully into your seat for the journey back home.
Natasha was in a state of disbelief as she put the car in park, the previously barren house was outwardly decorated for the holidays. Something she herself usually did at the start of the month, but the trip kept her from it, and then the motivation was clearly nonexistent when she didn't have you around to celebrate with. Honestly, she was a bit put off by them at first, they were almost too perfect, resembling that of the finest houses you'd see in movies like The Grinch.
Brightly colored lights were strung across the trimming of your house, a string of faux icicles hung over the stairs, with a sprig of mistletoe nestled in the center of the bright blue lights. Blown up characters in their Christmas attire from Scooby Doo and Winnie the Pooh sat off to the left side of your house in pretty alignments. A perfect layer of snow adorned the ground after last night's storm, giving off a Winter Wonderland vibe. Mini snowmen were built in your family's likeness directly in front of the right bannister, an old crown of Wanda's was placed atop of one of them, making the witch in the backseat cover her mouth as she held back a sob as the notion overwhelmed her.
Natasha was about to gently awaken you, but your sons shrieks beat her to it., "Mommy!," your body jolted forward, you turned to face him but he shook his head, finger pointing away., "Loot! Pretty wites!," your heart soared at the sight of the decorated house, and in a moment of childlike glee you bursted out of the car, ignoring the shiver of your body in favor of appreciating the joyous atmosphere., "Natty! It's Christmas!," you knew it wasn't, that the holiday had passed while you were gone, but you weren't wasting the opportunity to pretend as if it hadn't, you were going to celebrate.
Natasha shook her head in amusement, lightly chuckling as she hastily approached you to pull you into her warmth., "I can see that lyubov'.," her tone was soft, but held an underlying layer of surprise that told you she didn't plan this. Noting the vest over the snowman beside yours you knew exactly who'd orchestrated this, and it warmed your heart to see the complete 180.
Gasps of further shock left both of you as you entered the house, Natasha held Eliana, while Wanda walked in behind you holding Jackson. There was a gorgeous tree in the corner of the living room, with soft white lights to create a calm ambiance, a sparing array of ornaments adorned the sprigs, you smiled when noticing the rest sat in a tattered box besides the tree. Stockings lined the chimney, with a silver garland weaved around the stocking holders.
The grunt of frustration from your right pulled your attention away from the living room. Entering the kitchen you snorted at the sight, Yelena's hair was up in a messy bun, the apron she wore was covered in various powders, she was glaring at the smashed eggs in her hand, and in an instant you were moving to help., "No, Y/N, I got this.," she brushed you off, trying once more to use her good arm to crack the egg into the bowl for the holiday cookies. After another failed attempt you physically bumped her hip, then before she could protest you cracked two eggs simultaneously with your good hand, and her mouth fell open., "How?"
"Years of practice, I've been fixing breakfast with a child on my hip for nearly three years.," you snorted as the blonde just stared at you., "I'll teach you all my tricks one day Lena.," the blonde crashed into you, an overwhelming need to hug you, because after all that had happened you're the only one who's treated her without any malice present., "Thank you for doing this by the way, really lifted my spirits."
"I'm sorry.," she squeaked, causing you to twist about then lift her face to look into her eyes., "This wasn't your fault, it was a battle of my own, and Wanda's. You did your very best, and you deserve to feel the joy of Christmas too.," you booped the younger girls nose in a moment of weakness, her pout was truly adorable, and you've become soft since motherhood., "Go make nice with Natty, and send me Wands."
Wanda entered the kitchen with a knowing smirk, with the snap of her fingers she had an apron on, and Yelena's mess was wiped away., "My forever partner in crime.," you teased the platonic love of your life, and she winked your way before pushing you aside to work at the dough, and you settled on the counter to watch.
You used the leverage to peer into the living area, watching as Natasha allowed Yelena the honors of putting the star on the tree, to which she shared the responsibility with your son. Lifting him up onto her good shoulder, and cheering encouragingly as he finally got it., "Good job Jacky boy.," your wife beamed, and your heart soared when he shot into your wife's open arms without a moment's hesitation like he had done in the past., "Mama! I did it!”
Wanda looked to you with a proud smile, then sent you a knowing look, telling you to go join them, and that she'd handle the cookies, and the fixing of dinner. You settled a kiss to her cheek, then giddily joined your family in the living room, the warm welcome was great, but when Eliana reached for you over Natasha you actually burst into the happiest of tears, then with Natasha’s help you held the sweet little one on your lap on the couch as she babbled.
After your wife and you snuggled on the couch with the littles for awhile she noticed the time., “I’m gonna go get them ready for bed lyubov’, you rest, then we’ll set the holiday mood with a film before their bedtime.,” you were slightly shocked to see the initiative she was taking to keep up their routine, usually she just followed you around, doing as you said, but this newly found confidence was really hot to you, and your wife picked up on your sinful thoughts just by the way you gawked at her in lieu of answering., “We’ll be back shortly.,” she pecked your lips, then scooped both kids up, and left with a knowing smirk upon her face.
Rudolph was put on the TV as soon as Nat returned with squeaky clean babies in their matching reindeer pajamas that you and Nat also planned to wear to bed tonight. Wanda joined the lot of you with floating bowls full of paprikash, beverages for all and a plate of fresh chocolate chip cookies that you sneakily ate one of before even touching your dinner.
Eliana fell asleep within five minutes of having her warm bottle, and you relished in the sweet, warm feeling that enveloped your whole body as she snuggled even further into your hold. Then you looked over to see your son babbling to your wife, who enthusiastically responded to him, even when he’d said nothing of substance. Even—especially-with the kids swapped out, this was still your favorite form of bonding time, nothing strenuous about it, just loads of giggles and cuddles to warm everyone’s hearts.
—
After you settled the kids in bed, the two of you returned to the living room to ensure it was ready for the “Christmas” morning. Wanda and Natasha set out the cookies and milk, then took over gift wrapping for you and Yelena who were sat on the carpet in focused collaboration. Doing your best as you used your good arms to get the presents settled, but it was nothing if not the ugliest wrapping you’d all ever seen.
Yelena and Wanda eventually said their goodnights as they left to head to your guest bedrooms that were really just their rooms at this point, and just as soon as the space was in perfect order Natasha reached for your hand., "Dance with me?," the way she bit her lip in a fit of nerves filled your heart with nostalgia, the happenings of your first date were much the same; you took her hand, allowing her to gently pull you into her body, and for her to instruct the AI in your space to shuffle Christmas hits.
"I'll be home for Christmas.," Natasha's arms tightened around you., "You can plan on me."
"Please have snow and mistletoe, and presents by the tree.," Natasha cautiously spun you around, light as a feather to not harm your good arm, and you giggled when you landed beneath the mistletoe., "Christmas eve will find me, where the love light gleams.,” her lips pressed all over your face before pressing to yours for only but a second, because she was more interested in staring at your face to really solidify to her mind that you were truly here.
“I'll be home for Christmas.," her eyes were shining as they looked into yours, the pain in her heart was melting away right before you., "If only in my dreams.," Natasha's lips crashed to yours, the kiss held passion, but their was no true heat to the lip locking you'd engaged in.
"I'm grateful that my dreams actually came true.," she whispered against your lips, and though you could feel that she was smiling widely, her voice still cracked as she spoke., "YA lyublyu tebya, printsessa.," her lips moved against yours again, her tongue slipping passed your parted lips, as her tears transferred onto your cheeks, but neither of you cared as the salty taste of the careening droplets fell into your open mouths. The overwhelming need to feel one another, to become reacquainted with the other's taste was far too strong to worry about such things., "I love you so much Natty."
"Merry Christmas.," Natasha beams as the clock strikes twelve, you giggle then lean in to kiss her once more., "and a Happy New Year."
Natasha refuses to admit it, but she misses you terribly, it had been about six months since she had walked away from you. She quickly regretted her decision—as you were the best thing she has ever had, but she doesn't make mistakes. She felt like she had been backed up into a corner... So walking away had to have been the correct thing to do... Right?
It's not like you had asked her to quit Avenging, you'd never even consider it, the world needed her just as much as you did. All you asked of her was to simply split her time more evenly. You were getting tired of her spending her minuscule sleeping hours with you, and slipping off in the morning with a quick peck to the lips, and a lie about 'I'll see you later, detka.'
So, one night you shocked her by remaining awake until she returned to your house.
— — —
"Moya lyubov', what are you doing up so late?" Natasha questions you, concern lacing her tone.
"We need to talk." You coldly replied, leaving no room for her to brush you off in the name of sleep.
"Are you okay? Did something happen? You're scaring me..." She began to ramble, something she always did when she was nervous, something you made her quite a lot.
"Look, I don't think this is working for me anymore..." You sighed defeatedly
"What do you mean? I thought we were doing well... I-I, Y/N I love you, please can we figure this out." She pleads desperately, confused by your 'sudden' change of heart.
Her face contorted into pure shock as you scoffed in response to her pleas, leading her to quickly rebuild some of her formerly fallen walls.
"Natasha, of course it's going well for you, you're not here enough for it to even be going bad. Do you even know what I've been working on this month? What about what I had for dinner last night? We haven't been on a date in months, haven't been intimate for longer. You sleep in my bed, clinging to me for comfort, then barely kiss me goodbye as you once again leave to save the world." You reply, slightly raising your voice, as your feelings get the best of you.
It was her turn to scoff, what you ate for dinner last night is incomparable to her duty to the world.
"Are you actually serious right now? You know how important my job is Y/N, I told you from the start that there would be times when I couldn't be here. The world needs me."
"Yeah, a six month mission isn't the problem Natasha, it's the fact that you haven't had one in ages but still don't make it home to me." You quickly interrupt her.
"Some nights you stumble in—clearly drunk, and collapse in bed next to me. Have you ever noticed that you have new clothes on the following morning? Or the Tylenol and water waiting for you on the bedside table? I'm not here to diminish your work, or to ask you to quit. I'm just here to ask when I come first to you, huh? When does this relationship take precedence in your life? When do your lies of seeing me later actually become the truth? I'm tired of being your afterthought Natasha, I had to stay up until one in the morning just to fight with you... I knew your job was demanding, but this isn't your job Nat, this is you thinking I'll just always be here, waiting on you. As if I'm a love sick puppy, who's supposed to be grateful for the scraps I'm served. The world might need you Natasha, but so did I."
The more you said, the more defensive she felt herself becoming. Did she not deserve to have some downtime? Saving the world is taxing, so what if she wanted to spend a couple nights a week at the bar. She was so consumed by her all over the place emotions, that she wasn't really hearing you. Instead of understanding your frustrations, she misinterpreted them as an attack upon her very person.
However, it was your use of past tense that finally got to her...
You said you did need her, does that mean you no longer did??
Well, if that's the case, then she needed to end it, clearly she made you miserable, and she loved you too much to continue to do so.
"Wow, didn't realize how miserable I made you." She bitterly chuckles out.
"Natasha—." You attempt to talk, wanting nothing more than for her to just hear you, to validate your feelings, but she isn't thinking clearly, and quite frankly neither are you.
"No, it's fine, I get it. I hope you find someone to make you happy, not exactly sure when that stopped being me." She defeatedly sighs, walking right back out the door just as quickly as she had entered it.
As soon as the door slammed, the weight of the situation hits you.
You fell backwards onto the couch in a fit of sobs, while Gus—your kitty—laid upon your chest to comfort you. Quickly regretting it as you rolled to your side, pulling him into you, as you practically used his fur as a tissue. Accepting defeat, he remained dormant, allowing you your moment; while simultaneously planning to throw up on your carpet at 3AM in spite of your current sins.
Natasha got onto her bike, as a numbness took over her body, and she instinctually took the route towards the bar. Maybe if she drinks just enough, she could forget the events of tonight, forget that she just lost everything in the blink of an eye. The reality finally hit her as when they announced final call, she no longer had a place to call home—you were her home.
— — —
When faced with "choosing" between you and her job, she had chosen her work; tonight she's faced with the consequences of seeing you potentially moving on...
Here she is, once again at the bar, and this time on a mission—oh the irony of it all.
She is currently here to keep an eye on the son of SHIELD's recent mark. Her job is simple, see if he's got ties to his father's illegal arm's dealings, and report back to base. Her objective swiftly changes as her eyes land upon you.
You're sat at the bar, and you look hot! Currently sipping on your vodka cran, in your baby blue form fitting suit set, with your practically see through top beneath. Your jawline is sharper than she remembers, and it's obvious to her that you've been bettering yourself since the breakup. She wouldn't call it a glow up per se, because to her you were already perfect. A wave of jealousy washes over her, as she recalls the first time she had ever met you.
— — —
As per your friends orders, you'd found yourself at the bar, in a dress that made you feel like you were suffocating. Your goal for the night, was to talk to a pretty woman, and try to take her home. You'd spent the beginning of the night carelessly dancing with your friends, until one by one they had left home with their marks. Upon their exit, you chose to sit at the bar, sipping on your drink, while playing candy crush on your phone.
If you go home alone tonight, as you had expected to do, you could at least show you'd stayed for an additional hour on the prowl. As you'd prepared to leave, you saw a goddess take her place at the bar, three seats to your right. She was in a strapless red dress, that hugged to her curves perfectly, and left you frozen in place. Immediately captivated by her beauty, you chose to stay, so you could observe her from afar. Sitting back down, you ordered another drink to sip on, and stole quick glances her way.
Natasha felt your stare on her instantly, initially unbothered, she ordered a cosmo so she could unwind as was her goal. As time went on, she'd anticipated you to make some outrageous move, but the moment never came. Many others had attempted, but all she wanted was to see what approach you'd take.
She had begun to lose hope, until the bartender approached her with another drink.
"I didn't order that." Natasha calmly states to the woman behind the bar.
"Courtesy of the woman three seats down." She replied, winking at the redhead.
Natasha looked to you, smirking upon finding your gaze was anywhere but on her. She saw the blush on your cheeks, telling her that you knew she was staring. She stood up, and closed the distance between the two of you, as she was now sat in the stool beside you.
"Hey there beautiful, I thought I'd formally thank you for the refill." She rasps out, subtly dragging her finger along your arm, feeling as the goosebumps formed beneath.
"Um, you're welcome." You sheepishly reply.
"So, what's your name?" She questions, as she takes a sip of the cosmo in her hand.
"Y-Y/N." You stutter, internally groaning at the predicament you've now put yourself in.
"Well, Y/N, I'm just wondering what inspired you to send me the drink." Natasha teases, finding amusement in your awkward demeanor
"Well, I was watching you, and you seemed to really be enjoying your cosmo." You started.
"So, you were watching me, huh? Should I be worried?" She teases, smirking as your face drops in realization at what you had just said.
"Oh gosh, no. I'm sorry.. I promise I'm not a creep, you're just really pretty, and your glass was empty. So I thought I'd send a refill your way, and gosh.. I-." You begin to ramble, as one does when they've made a fool of themselves.
"Slow down, kotenok, try to breathe." She laughs out, nonchalantly dropping her hand to your thigh, and squeezing firmly.
Your mind was reeling at the contact, unable to even reply, you sighed heavily, trying to regain a semblance of composure.
Natasha really found your state endearing, you clearly didn't flirt much, and more importantly you weren't exactly steadfast on hooking up. Initially, she came to the bar to unwind, and eventually take someone home. Her type was really specific, she liked her men dumb, and her women confidently submissive. Somehow, you fit none of her hook up qualifications, besides for your looks, but now that she'd interacted with you—no one else would do.
"Would you like to maybe go get milkshakes? I know this great place up the street, and you seem like you like sweet things. Not sure why, I just get that vibe, and I'd really like to try and get to know you. I don't think a bar is a good place to do that though. It's loud, stuffy, and really only serves as a means for hooking up, and that's not my intention. Not to say I wouldn't sleep with you, but you just seem worth getting to know. God, I'm rambling again, I'm sorry. " You shock her with your awkward, yet bold suggestion.
"I'd love to get a milkshake and maybe get to know you too." She quickly replies, even shocking herself at her willingness to leave with you without the promise of sex.
— — —
Bars were where you always found it easiest to meet new people. You've always been the shy person amongst your friends, so you'd never try to use the dating apps. Liquid courage always worked in your favor, it's how you managed your occasional one night stands, and how you had eventually landed Natasha.
Having been used to being hit on all the time, she was quite used to the: 'You're hot,' 'Let's get out of here,' 'What's a pretty girl like you doing alone at the bar?' lines men and women would throw at her. She had found your nervous flirting quite adorable, and quite frankly refreshing.
So seeing you at the bar tonight, dressed to the nines, makes her realize you're at the moving on stage of the break up. Her window to fix everything—if she even could, was narrowing quickly.
You're on your fourth drink of the night, feeling absolutely defeated at the prospect of having to actually move on. Finding Natasha was like a godsend, after years of single hood, you'd thought you had finally managed to find the one. Then, in an instant you'd lost her, and now you were back at square fucking one.
Five years down the drain, because the both of you couldn't see the bigger picture.
You've been on a handful of dates in the last month, all leading you nowhere, as your mind always drifted back to her.
Her eyes— my God, you could find yourself lost in them for hours if left unchecked. The gorgeous shades of green, with the slightest brown speckles mixed within, were always so captivating. They always told a story beyond what her words ever could, it was how you knew she loved you far before she could bring herself to actually say it.
Her laugh—the real one, the unfiltered one she let free when it was just you two. It was boisterous, and usually left her breathless.
Gus seemed to consider himself agile enough to scale his cat tree, forgetting that he was a hefty guy. Without fail, he'd always go tumbling down, and as soon as he was clearly okay, and back on his feet, Natasha would fall into fits of uncontainable laughter. Gasping as if this is the funniest thing in the world, she'd lean into you as she'd try to regain her composure, and you'd find yourself laughing along with her.
Her smile—or should you say smirk, it was beyond hot. Whether her intentions were to fluster you or not, she almost always did when she smirked your way. Nothing pure ever came from her infamous smirk, either a harsh prank, or a dirty action was to follow...
Her actual smile though, that was what really did you in. It was ever so sweet, and her eyes usually shone with an abundance of love. She had smiles for her family—the team—then she had specific ones reserved for you, Clint's kids, and Yelena's. Each smile slightly different, with all her feelings present.
The team got her genuinely happy to be here smile, but that one always held reservations, never actually reaching her eyes.
Yelena's smiles was always a mix between amused and loving, it would go to reach her eyes, but quickly fade into a smirk.
Lila, Coop, and Nate got her most genuine smile, with eyes full of adoration, and a fierce need to protect them in her stance.
The smile reserved for you, was always goofy, consistently reaching her eyes, and always lasting long enough for her cheeks to burn.
Her voice—always raspy enough to keep you in a constant state of dizzy attraction. It was almost always calm when used with you, she was hardly one to raise her voice around you. When she'd whisper in your ear, it almost always sent a chill down your spine, and covered you in goosebumps. There was an air of softness when she spoke directly to you, it was as if she was free to completely let go with you. Her voice would slightly deepen around her colleagues, assumedly to keep an essence of fear driven respect within them. Her morning voice always did a number on you though, twice as raspy as normal, causing your stomach to fill with butterflies, and your head to go dizzy. "Good morning, kotenok." was her go to greeting, knowing what that pet name usually did to you, riling you up throughout the day was her favorite pass time.
Her hands—Jesus, her hands were a godsend... They worked your body so well, whether that be during the most intimate of times, or simply when she was working the knots in your body out. When they loving caressed your face, or comfortingly lulled you to sleep on a rough night. They were simply just magic, no matter what the occasion.
Her love—before everything went sideways, her love for you was always something you felt immensely. You had never had to doubt her love, even in the end you knew she loved you. Whether it was the simple way she'd wake you up with a temple massage, and a sweet kiss to your lips.
How she'd wake up earlier than you on Sunday's to take your car down and make sure it was ready for your work week, a full tank, and squeaky clean. Always sneaking back into the bed, settling a tray of breakfast to the side, before waking you up gently. As soon as she'd passed the verbal 'I love you' barrier, she'd never stopped saying it, it had become her favorite phrase.
Her vulnerability—she never cried, or at least that's what the world was led to believe. With you, her tears flowed freely, from happy tears, to worried ones, or to the ones that flowed whenever she was overwhelmed. The moments where she would seek you out, and cry into your shoulder were your favorite. Not that you enjoyed seeing her down—no, you just loved that she felt safe enough to be vulnerable with you. To full on sob in front of you when you put on a sad movie like Marley and Me, then to have her express to you just why it hurt so bad to see.
So captivated by your thoughts of the redheaded beauty—again—you failed to notice the unwanted woman's arm around your shoulder.
"Hey there sweetheart..." You vaguely hear someone whisper in your direction.
As soon as the words register, you are able to feel the weight of the arm on you, and you feel nothing but disgusted.
"You're absolutely stunning, I'm shocked no one's picked you up, and taken you home yet.."
The woman shamelessly flirted with you, clearly interested in getting in your pants, but you no longer found your time worthy of one night stands. Well, really, you just couldn't bring yourself to sleep with anyone who isn't her...
"Yeah, I'm not really the type to go home with just anyone." You reply, a bit too harshly, but you can't bring yourself to care about the strangers feelings.
"I can see that, you're far too put together to be here for a quickie. I'm pretty easy to talk to, or at least that's what my friends say, so we could start there." She continues, even after your obvious shutdown.
You find yourself intrigued, choosing to look up to spare her a glance. She's absolutely stunning, dressed in a black crop top, with a short skirt to match, and adorned with the simplest of jewelry. She's actually your type, stylishly simple, and classy. So it wouldn't be the worst idea to indulge her, but before the thoughts could continue, flashes of Natasha soared through your mind once more.
Jesus, she sure is making your life difficult..
"I'm not sure you'd want to know what thoughts plague my mind." I genuinely reply, in a boozy headspace prepared for oversharing.
"Try me." She replies playfully, smirking over her glass, as she goes to sip from her straw.
"Well..."
"Marisa."
You genuinely smile for the first time that night, and begin to talk about whatever comes to mind until eventually there's a lively conversation flowing.
Natasha's sight hasn't really left your body since she'd noticed you all those minutes ago. She'd glance away to take in her mark, but her eyes almost always made their way back to your form. Admiring you from afar, running through scenario after scenario on how she could approach you.
Would you welcome her warmly?
Would you throw your drink in her face?
Would you just walk away?
Like she did all those months ago.
Mostly, she wants to know if you miss her as badly as she misses you.
All of her reservations fly out the window as soon as she noticed you engaging with the brunette bimbo to your right. Her whole body heats up, white hot anger flowing through her rapidly at the prospect of you going home with her.
You are hers, nobody has the right to touch you, let alone to bring you home with them.
As soon as she sees you excuse yourself to use the restroom, Natasha is quick to follow, abandoning her mission and setting off on one of her own.
Had she been paying any attention, she'd have noticed two things: her mark left fifteen minutes ago, and your 'bimbo' caught sight of the 'redhead' staring at you.
So, you entered the one toilet restroom, and as you had gone to shut the door you were met with resistance. In one full swoop, the door was pushed open, then swiftly shut with the force of your body being slammed into it.
"What the fuck?" You shout, having already expected this, but still angry nonetheless.
"Oh, kotenok, you made quite the mistake.. You never should've let that woman touch what's mine." She husks out, keeping an even pressure to your throat.
"I'm not yours anymore." You angrily remind her, feeling as her grip on your throat tightens.
"You'll always be mine." She angrily asserts, then smashes her lips to yours in a bruising kiss.
Your body betrays you, as you almost instantly moan against her lips, feeling as a slight smirk begins to take place upon her face.
"Oh, how I've missed those pretty sounds of yours." She husks out into your ear, before dropping her lips to your collarbones as she begins to mark you, making sure no one else will get the funny idea that you're available.
You're already a panting mess, having been desperately missing her touch, and wanting nothing more than for her to take you right here. Her hands grip at your hips, as she lifts, and swivels you around until your seated on the counter. As soon as she feels satisfied with your bruising skin, she removes her lips from your pulse point, slowly pulling back to stare into your lust filled eyes. A silent question hangs in the air, that you instantly answer by hungrily pulling her back in for a needy kiss.
Natasha pushes your blazer off of your shoulders, then you shake it the rest of the way off. She quickly catches it, gently folding it and setting it aside—classy. She reaches down to expertly unbutton your top, never once straying from the kiss, moving instead to actually deepen it. She gently nibbles at your bottom lip, her usual request for access, which you grant almost immediately. She slips her tongue into your mouth, smoothly gliding over yours, and exploring the all too familiar territory. She feels you incessantly pushing at her top, whining adorably against her lips, clearly perturbed by the disparity in clothing.
"Use your words dorogoy..."Natasha rasps against your lips.
"Too much clothes." You pant out.
Natasha laughs at your use of words, immediately throwing her top to the side, smirking deviously as she watches your gaze fall to her exposed chest. She unclasps her bra, allowing it to fall, arousal pulling in her core as you groan. She moves towards you, making quick work of your slacks, leaving you in your baby blue lingerie set, noting that you're clearly sticking to a theme tonight.
She then growls at the sight, as the thought of you being dressed like this for someone else plagues her mind.
"I bet that bimbo would've loved to see this... Too bad I've ruined you for anyone else."
"Marissa..." You interrupt her.
"Careful there, kotenok..." She warns you, beyond frustrated that you'd even acknowledge the bimbo as a person.
You smirk, enjoying having been able to rile her up, but quickly finding yourself at a loss for words at the sight of the now completely bare woman in front of you. Feeling this insatiable need to taste her on your tongue once more.
Your eyes move painstakingly slow, as they trace over every perfect part of her body, landing upon her face. Smirk ever present as always, so you decide to throw her off slightly.
Jumping off the counter, you turn to face the mirror, bending slowly, you remove your panties at a teasing pace. Standing upright once more, you lock eyes with her through the mirror, and notice her challenging gaze. Reaching behind your back, you slowly unclasp your bra, allowing your breasts to fall freely; shyly smirking at her as you see her already lust filled eyes, continue to darken.
Within a matter of seconds she's advancing, pressing your front against the counter, and holding you firmly in place with her body.
"Oh, fuck.. I've missed you so much, detka..." She whispers against your neck, slowly placing opened mouth kisses across your shoulders. Taking her pointer finger, she slowly draws a line up your body; from your bare panty line, across your abdomen, through the valley of your breasts, until it lands at the column of your throat, and she then wraps her fingers loosely around.
"Why don't you show me how much then..." You challenge her, locking eyes once more through the mirror.
"As you wish." She chuckles, using her grip on your throat to spin you until your face to face, then pulls you in for a greedy kiss.
She keeps you firmly against her with her right hand wrapped around your throat from behind, while her left slowly trails down your body. Expertly moving across your skin, stopping to palm at your breasts, twisting at your nipples with her fingers, and deepening the kiss once you gasp.
She moves her lips down your jaw, gently nibbling as she continues to trail her fingers down your body, until they reach where she's been dreaming to be. She runs her fingers through your folds, groaning against your neck as she feels how wet you are.
"Shit, kotenok, you're fucking dripping." She whispers, causing your body to shiver as her breath fans across your skin.
She drags her fingers through your folds once more, collecting your arousal on her fingers, and reeling at the filthy sounds she's pulling from you.
"Fuck..." you whine breathlessly, as Natasha's fingers tease at your entrance. Your hips jut forward instinctually, as your body moves to seek out the much needed friction.
Natasha plunges two fingers into your entrance without warning, while harshly biting into your pulse point, and eliciting a strangled moan to come tumbling passed your lips.
"God, I missed your filthy sounds, but more importantly I missed the way you felt around my fingers..." She rasps out, placing a gentle kiss beneath your ear, while moving her fingers at brutal pace into your core.
"Oh, and the way you taste..." she whispers, as she drops to her knees, keeping her eyes locked onto yours as she does, causing you to whine out in anticipation.
You groan as she removes her fingers, feeling robbed as your high was quickly approaching, but before you can protest she’s lunging forward to devour you. Lapping at your folds, grazing over your clit, admiring the way your body jerks whenever she does. She wraps her arms around your thighs to help keep you steady, then she thrusts her tongue into your entrance. Quickly building you back up to your high, your breathing is ragged, your chest is rising and falling erratically, as her tongue twists deliciously, slamming against your walls. She can feel how close you are the more your walls work to strangle her tongue, inspiring her to just work that much harder.
Your blissful state leaves you unprepared for the knock on the door, or the words that are said.
“Hey, Y/N, I was just coming to check on you.”
You can feel as Natasha smirks against your core, moving to increase her speed tenfold, harshly sucking on your bundle, while pushing two fingers in harshly, wiggling around inside of you. Pulling the sweetest of sounds out of you, while she hears “Marissa” clear her throat and scuffle away.
“Let go, moya lyubov’” is the last thing Natasha whispers against your clit, as the vibrations send you over the edge and fully into your orgasm, as you let out a sinfully loud, strangled moan. Natasha slowly moves her fingers inside of you, working to extend your high as best she can.
Once your moans fade into whines, she removes her fingers, leaving you empty once more. As your half lidded eyes are locked on her, she slips her drenched fingers into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around them, as she cleans your remnants off. Pitiful whines fall passed your lips, as the sight alone further turns you on.
“Oh, moya krasavitsa, you made quite the mess, let me clean you up.”
(My beautiful girl)
She gingerly runs her tongue back through your sensitive folds, cleaning up every ounce of your arousal you had to offer. Never really feeling like she’s had enough, but reluctantly pulling back, and slowly rising to face you. As soon as she’s upright, you lock your hands behind her neck, and pull her into a slow, yet needy kiss, moaning as you taste yourself on her lips. Then quickly pulling back to catch your labored breath once more. Your head drops to the crook of her neck, and she quickly wraps her arms around you, clinging to you—to this moment, as she’s unaware of the finality of it all.
As you’ve regained some semblance of composure, you start placing feather light kisses upon her collarbones, while using your fingers to gently scratch at her back.
“I think we traumatized that poor woman.” You giggle out against her skin, as she joins you in your laughter, but it quickly fades.
“I miss you Y/N/N, I’ve been miserable without you.” Natasha brokenly whispers, as you go to pull back and meet her glazed over gaze, cupping her cheeks for comfort.
“I miss you too.” You whisper back, as you wipe the freshly fallen tears, and pull her into your embrace.
Holding her close, as that’s all you’ve wanted to do for the better part of the last year. Feeling her entirely as she’s pressed against you, and reeling in the intimacy of it all. Fresh hot tears cascade down your body, as she grips you that much tighter.
“I never should’ve walked away, I was a complete ass, I realize now all you wanted was a little effort and I couldn’t even give that to you..” She admits, as she pulls back to look you directly in your eyes.
“Please moya lyubov’, I swear if you give me another chance, I’ll be better this time around. You’re everything to me… I can’t fathom having to go any longer without you by my side. I never thought I had a place to call home, until the night I lost my right to you.”
“Took you long enough.” You deadpan, but quickly smile at her to give her reassurance.
“Don’t be mean.” She chuckles out, while wiping the tears you didn’t even realize had fallen off your cheeks.
She leans forward, to place her lips firmly against yours, in a clarifying kiss. Every last word that was left unsaid, being expressed through the kiss.
“Let’s go home Natty, I’d like to return to the favor…”
