Requested by: @woofstar64
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Pairing: Reader x Natasha
Word Count: 1K
Warnings: Fluff, angst?
A/N: Based off of Future Friends by SUPERFRUIT
The requester said that it could be with anyone, so I decided to step out of my usual pairings and try a FxF pairing. I understand if people don’t like these kind of pairings, and I apologise if the requester is one of them, but I wanted to try something different
Sneaking around was fun to start with; it was exciting and it was like a small secret that just the two of you shared. But as the months stretched on since you’d first admitted your feelings, it was beginning to strain the relationship. It seemed that you and Nat never had a spare moment alone. Anytime you thought the coast was clear, one of your teammates would wander into the room and interrupt. Not to mention that the missions seemed to be endless - the only time you two seemed to get together was rare nights when you were both in the compound.
You roll over in bed, an idea chewing on your brain. You roll over in bed and find that your girlfriend isn’t where she usually is. You can hear the shower running from the ensuite and breathe a sigh of relief - every time you woke up without her next to you, you panicked that the worst had happened. Pulling yourself up, you lean back against the head board and let your mind wander.
You don’t know how long Nat was in the shower, but it was long enough for you to think and rethink what you wanted to say; you’d even considered the wording and your tone. As the ensuite door swings open, you can’t help but smile at her. She sits down on the bed, towelling her hair dry and just stares at you.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, her eyes darting all over your features as she tries to decode your expression,
“W-What?” you stutter, surprised that she noticed something was up - right, your girlfriend is a super spy, it’s only natural that she can read body language and facial expressions better than anyone - you let out a sigh as you realise the jig is up, “Can we talk?”
Nat’s body stiffens and her hands freeze, only a split second but you catch it. Her eyes drop away from yours and she continues drying her hair as she gives you low hum.
“I want to tell the team,” you blurt out before you stop yourself. ‘Well, there goes the rehearsal of my speech’ you internal scold yourself. Nat’s eyes widen as they dart to yours, “I know you think we’re too new, but I think they should know,”
Nat is silent for a few moments as she looks down to the bed, still drying her hair, “I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she mumbles,
“Natalia,” your use of her birth name pulls her attention to you as you softly caress her cheek, “They have a right to know. I don’t think the team could handle another incident with mistrust,” you were dancing around the real reason you wanted to be open about your relationship, but you were hoping that you didn’t have to reveal all your cards yet.
Nat slowly places her towel down and grabs both your hands in hers. She stares down at them in silence, as if she was trying to formulate the right words, “Isn’t this enough? We’re together and we’re happy, I don’t want to jeopardise that,” her voice is low and you can tell that she carefully thought about each word before it left her lips.
“Of course it’s enough,” you reassure her, “But I don’t think telling the others will jeopardise us. It’ll give us the space to be together more,”
“We agreed to take it slow,” she reminds you.
You nod an acknowledgment, “I know,” is all you can think of. The words are on the tip of your tongue, but you’re biting them back,
“And what if we’re not forever?” her voice is so low that it takes you a second to understand what she said. Your heart drops and reach out to hook a finger under her chin.
“Natalia,” you hold her stare, “Even if we aren’t forever, I’m always going to care for you,” you take a deep breath, “Because I love you,” tears start to well in her eyes, and you can see that she’s waging an internal battle, “I don’t need to hear you say it back, that’s not why I told you. I’ve loved you from the day I met you, and I just want the world to know... And one day, if we let go, if we go our separate ways, I promise you that we’ll always be friends,”
Silence falls over the two of you. You’d laid everything on the line, and you meant every word. You knew Nat better than anyone on the team, you knew that love didn’t come easy to her, so you were willing to say it without the guarantee of reciprocation.
Without a word, she leans forward and kisses you deeply. Pulling away, the two of you sit in silence, eyes closed and foreheads resting on each other. You don’t know how long the two of you sit like this, but you could do it for eternity. You hear Nat take a deep breath and your eyes flit open to find hers already on you.
“Lets tell the team,” she whispers, “I could really use more time with you, and if they know they can stop putting us on opposite schedules,”
You nod; that was enough for you. Nat being willing to tell everyone about your relationship was all that you wanted.
~~5 years later~~
Your eyes wander as you glance around at the party in front of you. Everyone that you’d ever met in the superhero world was here, enjoying a night off to act as regular people for once.
You feel as though eyes are on you, and after a quick scan of the room, you find them. Eyes that used to hold your entire world, eyes that you’d stare into as the sun rose and fell, eyes that you loved.
Nat gives you a small smile from across the room, and you can’t help but smile back. Her arm was wrapping around someone else now, but you were happy for her. You’d stayed true to your word; the two of you were still friends, even though you didn’t last forever.
James (Bucky) x reader, – Steve x reader (Later in fic)
Summary: The reader is reeling from a life changing event, a year later can she finally move on? Or will the past come tumbling down like an avalanche…
A/N: Sooo I decided to do an AU! Its my first time writing one, I am rather excited so I sinceeeerely hope you all drop me some feedback, because I god damn love writing!!
Word Count: 3361
Warnings: Nothing I can think of…
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“Y/N!” a voice called from behind you, you slowed down your pace and hopped slightly from foot to foot trying to keep up your body temperature in icy New York cold, it was your best friend Natasha. She never jogged with you in the mornings, so you were quite surprised to see her in workout attire jogging towards you.
“Hey Nat,” you respond giving her a quick hug,
“Thought I’d join you today,” she smiled, taking a spot to you right as you both began to jog down the pathway,
“You hate jogging,” you pointed out, you knew Nat was only here because of what day it was, and she wanted to make sure you were okay.
“I mean I don’t hate it, I just prefer less strenuous forms of exercise” Natasha replied, stretching her arms as she jogged in her bright pink parka and black tights.
You just shrugged and then fell into a comfortable jogging rhythm. Jogging had always cleared your mind, it was sort of comforting, especially in the crisp cool morning air.
Natasha made small conversation as you continued your run, you could see she was hankering to ask you if you were okay, but she was avoiding the topic entirely and after the run, she suggested you go for breakfast.
Once seated at a table in the warm bistro, you listen quietly to Natasha babble on about her fiancé Bruce and his upcoming event which both of you should attend, but your mind was only paying half attention to what she was saying.
“Y/N? are you listening?” She says snapping her manicured fingers in front of your face,
“Oh, shit sorry, what were you saying,” you say apologetically, snapping out of your thoughts
Natasha sighed, “I’m sorry, I have to ask but are you okay Y/N?”
“I’m fine Nat,” you respond, taking a sip of your latte in front of you nonchalantly,
“Are you sure, because I know today was supposed to be your,” she started but you cut her off
“Nat, I really don’t want to think about it okay, I said I’m fine”, you said, almost annoyed with her, but you stopped yourself. There was no point in getting irritated with her, she was only trying to make sure you were okay.
You both were quiet for a moment, then Nat broke the silence, “You should come over for dinner tonight,” she suggested “Bruce is making his famous lasagna,” she grinned, knowing how much you loved spending time with Bruce as you were both in similar fields at work but also because he was one of the easiest people to get along with, and his lasagna was truly great.
“I was actually thinking of staying in tonight, it’s been such a long week at work, Tony has me working overtime on this new eco project,” you said, knowing trying to get out of this invite was futile because Natasha was one of the most insistent people you knew.
“Oh, shut up, you’re coming, you don’t even have to bring anything.” She retorted, and you knew that was that, you were going.
You were appreciative of Natasha being so demanding sometimes, the two of you had been friends since high school. She was the frivolous carefree charismatic student body president type at Rutgers and graduated to become a magazine editor for the New Yorker and you in your quiet reserved way, had graduated from Rutgers university as one of the foremost scientists in nuclear physics and landed a job at Stark industries, one of the leaders in clean energy. You were an odd pair, but you had always been there for each other through thick and thin.
“So should we do some shopping on this fine Saturday morning?” Nat asked you, as you both finished up breakfast,
“Ugh, Nat, please don’t make me go shopping with you,” You groaned, you loved her but she had a genuine shopaholic problem.
“Oh, come on! We haven’t spent any time together lately!” She whined, “You’re always stuck in that lab of yours,”
“I have some work to take care of,” You chuckled as you see her pull an annoyed face,
“I call bullshit!” She snorted, “But fine, I’ll just go shopping with Wanda.”
You roll your eyes at her, Wanda was a mutual friend, but she was an upper east side princess. Which sort of annoyed you, she loved the glamourous life and Natasha and she got along famously, you though, not so much.
“Have fun with that,” You replied, gathering up your things, “I am going home to have a hot shower and enjoy the rest of my Saturday with my work,”
“But I’ll see you tonight, right?” Nat said pointedly,
“Yes, Natasha Romanoff, I will be at your place for dinner at 7 o’clock.” You said dryly.
With a satisfied nod from her, you and Natasha exchange goodbyes and you step out of the toasty bistro and into the icy morning air. As you walk down the block towards your apartment, you were suddenly almost bowled by a tall muscular guy, wearing a navy-blue parka. His face almost covered by the ski mask he wore, but beneath his cap all you saw were his dazzling blue eyes.
“Hey!” you exclaimed as he brushed passed you not even stopping to see if you were okay, “Thanks asshole!” you call after him picking up your belongings you had dropped on the floor and, flipping him off as he marched away in front of you.
You contemplated going after the guy and giving him a piece of your mind, but you didn’t have the energy today to deal with any drama. So instead you hurriedly walked back to your apartment, ready to get out of the now sleeting weather, as soon as you reach your apartment door you feel your heart sinking again. It was all well and good that you spent almost 20 hours of your day at the lab but coming home always flooded you with memories of him, you hated yourself for not moving out of this apartment and moving on, but your heart was still aching for him. Luke Charles had broken you heart and pretty much ripped your soul out of you when he left you for another woman 365 days ago, you were engaged, and today would have been the day of your wedding.
As you walk into the dark apartment, you gaze around at the remnants of your old relationship. You didn’t have the heart to get rid of all the stuff in it, all the stuff you had gotten together. You had turned all the pictures around but not taken them off the wall, you couldn’t bring yourself to close that chapter of your life. Because he had not given you closure, he left you in the middle of the night with just a text saying he needed to get out, it was too much for him and he had met someone else he loved and wanted to build a life with. You hadn’t seen him since then, no contact, nothing.
Your friends were there for you and had tried to get you to move out, and move on but your heart was still firmly attached to this place, and to Luke. Even after what he had done, you couldn’t believe he, the soft natured, loving generous person that he was could abandon you after four years of being together.
You sighed and flipped the lights on, casting a warm glow across the cream and brown living room. you walk into the kitchen and immediately pour yourself a glass of wine, you needed it, because just this morning before your run you had found the invite to your wedding in a box you thought you had hidden away at the back of your cupboard, and that was now sending you into a grief spiral again.
Suddenly your phone rang on the counter, the chiming of the ringtone echoing through the kitchen. Grabbing it off the counter, you see the screen light up in bold letters, James Buchanan Barnes.
You groaned, knowing that this was a phone call you were avidly avoiding today of all days. James had been your friend since university, he and Natasha dated for a while before they spilt, less amicably that you would have liked but you adored James, so it was only natural that you remained friends with him even though him and Natasha split. They had tried to reconcile a few times but failed miserably so just opted to be tolerant acquaintances for your sake.
James had been the angriest then Luke left you, he vowed if he had to ever see him again he would kill him, and you genuinely believed him, because he was a built like a brick shithouse.
“Hello James,” you answer, anticipating his worried voice over the receiver,
“Y/N, hey!” his husky cheery voice sounded through the phone, hearing his voice cheered you up a little. He had been a source of comfort through this period in your life, trying his utmost to keep you happy and healthy.
“What’s up?” you ask,
“Are you home?” he replied,
“Yeah, I just got home, I am assuming you are on your way here?” You said, taking a sip of the cold wine,
“Yes, I am walking up the stairs as we speak,” he chuckled, “See you in two seconds,” then he hung up,
Sure enough, a minute later you hear the front door open and James walked in, “Y/N?” he called out,
“In the kitchen,” you responded, taking out a beer from the fridge already knowing he was going to ask for one,
James walked into the kitchen, pulling of his black parka, gloves and scarf. “God damn, its cold out there” he said tossing his items of clothing on the counter, and coming over to give you a hug.
“Hey buddy,” he says softly giving you a peck on the cheek, “You doin’ okay?”
You gave him a small smile, “As well as I will ever be I guess,” was your timid response,
James nodded sympathetically, and took the beer you offered him, he wasn’t going to dwell on the subject, so he distracted you, “Oh hey, did I tell you I bumped into that Wanda girl a bar the other day,”
You both took a seat at the kitchen table, “No, no you did not tell me that,”
He whistles, “That girl is a piece of work, she is all kinds of bat shit crazy.” He says, grinning devilishly,
“Ugh, James please don’t tell me you are sleeping with her, because my delicate constitution cannot handle that level of gross right now.” You respond, making a disgusted face at him.
James laughed gleefully, “Well, yes and no, I fucked her… once” he paused “Okay maybe twice,”
“James Buchanan Barnes,” you groaned facepalming yourself, “Of all the women in the upper east side, throwing themselves at you, you just HAD to sleep with her!”
James laughed again, “Wait that’s not even the kicker, she now genuinely believes I want to be in a relationship with her,”
You sighed loudly, knowing that this whole situation was going to end up royally screwing you all over because he wasn’t wrong, Wanda was bat shit fucking crazy.
“So, I have been avoiding her calls and texts like the plague, but man that girl is relentless. Any ideas on how I can escape her, you know her pretty well?” He continued,
“ugh, my god you are disgusting.” Was your only response, “You’re on your own there pal, she doesn’t like me.”
“Ah come on, don’t leave me out in the cold like that, help a guy out.” He bargained, chuckling
You chuckled with him, shaking your head.
James had a way of making every situation so lighthearted and fun, you loved having him around for that reason. It was so easy being yourself around him, he never pressed you with questions about your feelings or how you were or pestered you to move out and on, he just simply wanted you to be happy. And that was the only kind of friend you needed right now.
“So, what are our plans for the day?” he asks you, sipping his beer.
You loved how he just invited himself into your plans for the day without asking, “Well, I have some work to do, and then Nat invited me for dinner. Bruce is making lasagna,” you replied,
“Oooh, I want to come for Bruce’s lasagna,” James said, faking excitement
“No, what are you up to James?” you say narrowing your eyes at him,
“Oh, come on, I want to see Nat and you know I love Bruce, and all his nerdy glory,” James laughed at his own comment,
“You’re the worst, but fine come if you want to but don’t get mad when you don’t get what you want,” you replied, polishing off the wine in your glass,
“it’s a Saturday, why are you working?” he asked genuinely perplexed by this, changing the topic,
“Because,” you say standing up, “Unlike some of us who have rich daddy’s who pay for our lifestyle, I have to work to earn a living” and walking to the living room,
James snorted, “Hey, I can’t help it if I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth,” he followed you to the living room, “I’ll pay your rent this month if you skip work today and just hang out with me,”
You scoffed at him, and sat down at your desk opening your laptop. You already had 42 emails to answer. “Come on, Y/N!” James whined, “Leave your sciencey stuff for a day, lets go to Rockefeller Center and see all the Christmas lights!”
“It’s the middle of the morning,” you retort, scrolling through your emails as he continued to shoot ideas at you,
“Lets go to 5th avenue then, I’ll take you to Bergdorfs and buy you …leggings?” he said, still trying to get you to budge.
“Really? Leggings?” you laughed mockingly looking up at him, as he leaned against your work desk.
“Okay, whatever you want,” James said pleadingly, giving you puppy dog eyes,
“Alright, well then I want to go to the Museum of Natural History,” you said gleefully knowing he would never agree to it.
You saw his face fall for a second then to your amazement he agreed, “Okay, lets go to the Museum of Natural History”,
You and James spent the rest of the day at the Museum of Natural History, he was bored senseless but he entertained your talk on space and time and history for hours on end. By late afternoon you had ended up in the planetarium, laying on the viewing deck looking up at the model of the constellations before you,
“Beautiful isn’t it,” you said softly
“Yeah,” was his equally soft reply, but he wasn’t looking at the constellations before you.
After almost an hour of comfortable silence between the two of you, you turned to him, “We should probably get going, if we are going to make it to Natasha’s by 7,” you say getting up,
James agreed, and the two of you made your way out of the museum. James’ town car was waiting outside for the two of you as soon as you stepped out of the museum.
“So should we go straight there?” He asked, opening the car door for you
“I suppose, but ugh I didn’t bring anything,” you groaned, remembering that Natasha was the kind of person to invite you for dinner and then complain If you dint at least bring her some bourgeoisie bottle of champagne or something,
“I already took care of that,” James said, motioning for you to get into the car, “Artur stopped by the house and picked up a bottle of Dom for her,”
You smiled at him, even after all this time, James still knew Natasha so well, “Alright then I guess let’s head straight there.”
When you arrived at the Manhattan townhouse that Bruce and Natasha shared, you were feeling somewhat glum. The house next door, was the one Luke and you were going to move into soon after your wedding, this neighborhood haunted you sometimes, all the future plans that were made, now clung to it like a dark cloud.
James seemed to notice the change in your demeanor, “Hey, you okay?” he asked, putting his arm around your shoulder,
“Yeah,” you sighed, “Just all this, brings back memories I guess,”
“Ah, you’ll be alright,” He assured you with a grin, “Let’s go drink all of Natasha’s good alcohol,” he said ringing the bell excitedly.
Natasha opened the door enthusiastically, “Yay! You’re here,” she exclaims, then pauses when she sees James,
“Hey, Bucky…” She says, her facial expression changing slightly, as if her excitement diminished a little.
“Hello Tash,” he said softly giving her a warm smile, and a peck on the cheek.
Natasha was the only person either than his mom to call James by his second name, Buchanan or rather Bucky for short, she was the only other person he would let call him Bucky.
Nat led the way inside, thanking James for the bottle of champagne profusely as it was her favorite. She bagan animatedly talking about her day to you as she led you to the kitchen where Bruce was preparing dinner.
“Darling,” she called out to him, “Y/N and Bucky are here,”
Bruce emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dishcloth, “Hey Y/N, James,” he said coming over to exchange greetings with a warm smile,
Bruce was always the softest kindest person you had ever met, him and Natasha were opposites but worked so well together.
“I am so ready for that lasagna” you say, accepting the glass of champagne Nat handed to you, the food smelled heavenly.
“It tastes amazing,” Nat chimed in, handing James a glass of champagne as well, it was kind of her dinner party tradition to only serve champagne, it was weird, but you weren’t complaining as you sipped on the crisp beverage.
“Shall we sit?” James asks, motioning to the dining room,
“How’s work?” Bruce asks you, as you all take a seat at the dining room table,
“Ah it’s good, Starks got me working on nanomolecular energy development, its quite a big project for our department,” you replied. Bruce worked for Stark industries as well, just a different division.
“That’s great to hear, seems the idea is to run on clean energy by the end of the year,” Bruce began but Nat interrupted him,
“Come on guys, no shop talk!” she chided,
You couldn’t help but laugh, Natasha had no idea what half of the stuff you and Bruce spoke about, meant.
It felt good to be with your friends that evening, as it went on, Nat and James shared stories of recent events in their lives and Bruce adding a few comments here and there. You just enjoyed listening to it all, taking your mind of the stained memory of what today meant.
“Thanks for a great evening, Nat” you said, hiccupping drunkenly, as Bruce let you and James out well past midnight, “Ugh I love the two of you,” you exclaimed throwing your arms around both simultaneously.
Nat was a little too incoherently drunk at this point to even respond properly, so she just hugged you tighter.
“And we love you too,” Bruce replied, smiling and returning your affection, “you’ll get her home safe, right?” he says to James behind you,
He nodded, “Yes sir,”
You stumbled next to James as he led you to his town car, and sat you in the backseat beside him.
You lean tiredly against his chest, “James,” you mumbled,
“Yes Y/N?”
“Thank you for today,” you slur,
“Of course, anything for you,” he replied gently, kissing the top of your head,
“It still makes me sad,” you sighed sadly, pulling him closer to you in an embrace,
“I know it does, sweetheart” James replied in a kind voice,
“James?”
“Yes, Y/N?”
“Do you love me?” you asked drunkenly, James knew you probably wouldn’t remember this in the morning when he answered,
“I do, very much so,” he replied tenderly,
You sighed, seemingly content in his embrace, “I love you too James, you make my days better”
He smiled at your confession, knowing it meant more to him than it did to you.
