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Warning: fluff (I think), shy!nat and just some bunch of obliviousness
Pairing: shy!nat x muscial!reader
Word count: 2924 words
-Not requested-
also quick a/n- My first ever 😳 But anyways you just moved in two years ago and started playing your guitar right after you saw Nat. She’s been hearing you sing while playing your guitar and doesn’t know how to tell you how good it sounds. Later she decides if she should see you to get to know you…after two years.
A prompt from @thealternateuni where person a is singing on their balcony and their person b neighbour hearing them (credits to the owner)
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This one day you were feeling like writing something new. A song, specifically. It’s been a few days since you’ve ever thought of creating a new song just for yourself. You don’t really know why you had quit—stopped writing new lyrics. It just happened to you all of a sudden but now when you’ve realised how it felt like years passed by since you’ve touched your guitar, the instrument that you love playing since childhood, it feels weird.
You went to the balcony from sitting on your bed, your guitar already in hand. You were too lazy to take a piece of paper to jot down your new lyrics so you just chose to memorise them. You sat down on the window frame, hearing as cara honk at each other down at the street. It’s a busy city currently, and occupied with very loud noises which makes it a wrong time to play the guitar, but you didn’t mind it. You just have to set your fingers on it.
As you did, you feel like your soul returned to your body. From it being dead and empty, it became soulful and filled with serenity once you began strumming. Your whispering but angelic voice seem to caught some of the birds’ attentions too. Smiling to yourself, you felt at ease knowing that you were glad to have played your guitar back. You have no idea why you stopped anyway.
You love playing instruments since you were young. Music had been a friend for you.
Piano and guitar were the top things you play. You play your guitar on most days, but it doesn’t change the love you have for your piano. The guitar is just something easier because it lets you get into the moment whenever you feel like playing.
But it is also because the guitar was a gift from your parents on your tenth birthday before they had died in a car accident on that exact same day. That’s why you loved it so much, it was the closest thing to feel of your family. You had no brothers, no sisters, or even cousins you knew of. So you were always lonely, but the guitar, the tune and soft rhythm that you create becomes an invisible friend that accompanies you in your life.
Growing up was pretty much mostly about being a lonely girl until now. When you were a teenager a few years after your parents’ death, you lived alone. You had no contactable people, none that you knew of, so you grew up taking care of only yourself. You don’t even know your uncles or aunts because they don’t even know you exist. But you had a pretty independent childhood, to say the least. It was quite tough learning on your own, but you did it anyway like a woman would. And look at you now, an mature adult with a stable life. It surprised you to have come this far, all grown up and beautiful.
The story about you not knowing your whole family tree—only a little—was that your parents were forbidden to marry each other because of strict rules from your grandparents from your father’s side, they told you once. He didn’t allow your mother to marry your father or he’d be disowned from the family, but they still married in secret at the end and hadn’t told anyone that you, their only child—their miracle—had come to birth after the day they married. None of your other relatives know your existence until now.
Maybe you will go and see your cousins one day, uncles and aunts one day. But in the meantime, you just feel like taking each moment to live up even if it’s just an average and simple life that you have. You feel like singing a song to express your current feelings.
Your apartment was always so quiet because you had no friends to invite over to hang out with. You didn’t know anyone that close. Even if you had a buddy, you’d known him or her only for a while. And then they’d leave afterwards, which had always been what you expected. It usually happens. Ever since you were young, there weren’t many people that liked being close to you because you were a very shy and quiet person. People always judged you because of it but it didn’t get the best of you. Besides, you’re a pretty cool person, that’s what you keep note in your head everyday.
That’s why you enjoy playing your guitar in your apartment. You could keep playing on and on and on to fill the emptiness of your apartment, until the limbs of the sun dips below the horizon. It never gets boring once you have your fingertips strumming against the strings in a slow and relaxed manner. Your voice would match the easement that brings it.
Your eyes catch the amazing view of the blue sky as you exhaled peacefully, leg swinging back and forth from the outside.
You usually like to hum your brand new song when you cook or clean. At some time while making your breakfast, you would just go with it and sing the best you can without even realizing that someone outside could hear you. Then you would laugh by yourself at how your voice turn out to sound. It always sounded silly to you when you attempt to hit a high note. If someone had heard you, they’d probably laugh too.
Someone had heard. And they had heard it otherwise. They think your voice sounds beautiful.
A redhead that lives next door in particular. Through the not so thick walls, she listens to your new songs and how you practice new vocals, memorise your lyrics too. She had always been listening ever since the day you first started playing your guitar in your apartment. Despite your voice sounding slightly muffled, she understood the lyrics. Most of them mean so much and so deep, that the redhead imagines you singing on stage like a star. Sometimes, when the redhead is doing some work, she would use your voice to become her little radio. From her work desk being near the window, she moved it near the wall where she could mostly hear your voice clear. She enjoyed every second of your singing. You’re really good and talented, to her. Thanks to you, she had a few good nights of sleep with the help of your warm and slow voice becoming her lullaby before bed.
She felt like she can never have a good time resting without listening to your voice, as if singing to only her. It’s a bit surprising that she has never really talked to you since the day you moved in next door or she would’ve love to watch as you sing to her in a live performance. She plans on doing that anyway. Meeting you for the first time.
You are always shy when you’re around people, so that’s why you rarely ever visited your lovely neighbour. Nat isn’t that offended or hurt by that. She understands, she does ever since the day you both first locked eyes with each other. Yes, you did see her face one time. Nat, (and you sometimes) wished it would be more than only once. You seemed very nervous the moment she looked at you in a wondrous gaze. That’s when Natasha knew you weren’t that kind of social person, so she gave you space. (Truth be told, she thinks she gave you space for too long that she kinda misses you.)
The time you both met…
You were carrying boxes into your apartment, and accidentally dropped a few trophies on the floor. It made several thud noises that alarmed the redhead next door.
Nat was apparently on her way to buy some new books to add to her collection. The moment she popped out of her door, her eyes landed straight to your frantic face.
Of course Natasha helped you. You looked so surprise that she didn’t hesitate to do it. Nat gave you the trophies with a warming friendly smile that you could never forget.
Despite not talking a single word to each other from that day, the smiles that you both had given each other felt like it was enough. You didn’t need to talk any further because you knew Nat was a good person indeed, and Nat thought likewise of you. Only, now, you both wished that you had talked more.
Truthfully, the songs you write are mostly about her. Nat. Those feelings you feel? Some are about your parents that you sing those songs to your parents in hopes that it would reach them, and some are about how you feel about the mysterious neighbour. Who would her name sound like? How would she be if you were to talk to her? You didn’t know. But that’s what’s so wonderful about your songs that made Natasha love them even though she has no idea that it’s all about her.
There was this one lyric in one of your songs that you made:
As if she’s made out of honey, smiling sweet to me but feel so dangerous to steal from the buzzing bees…
That song is called Mysterious Neighbour. You kind of felt doubtful about that one but Nat, on the other hand, loved it the most. It was captivating. You tried playing that song with a piano once, and when it turned out to sound greater Nat’s interest towards you grew bigger than the biggest planet in the universe. If only she was able to tell you that in person.
Whenever you lack of inspiration when creating new lyrics for a new song, you use Nat’s angelic smile as your inspiration. You swear, you love her smile so much that you wish the memory of it could be printed into a photo. You’d save it in a frame and hang it on your wall so everytime you look at it, you’d smile back.
Since you stopped singing, that piqued Nat’s interest a lot. It made her worry if you were okay or maybe ill which is a logical reason that caused you to stop singing, but she feels like it’s something different deep in her heart.
Natasha…feels like you need someone to be with you. She has a gut telling her that you don’t feel okay, emotionally. She doesn’t know what to do, she doesn’t know any of your friends or family. She’s never heard a voice different from yours from your room. She’s never seen a new stranger enter your apartment too. So she had no one that is related to you to contact with. Maybe you just love being by yourself, Nat thought. But she also thinks that you could use some comfort from someone right now. You sound like you really need it.
The redhead never stops listening to you. Her ears doesn’t only listen to your singing voice, she also listens to your cries at night. It starts each night that you would cry—nightmare or not—and you didn’t stop for a week straight. That absolutely added the redhead’s concern. That’s why she thought you could use having someone by your side.
Nat had been a secret fan of yours ever since she heard your angelic voice for the first time. It made her feel motivated to do her work and most importantly, it helped her sleep really well. Nat wants to thank you.
So just for one time, if possible, she hoped to see you. To meet you and introduce herself to you. Besides, you two are neighbours.
She really wants to go knock on your door but if you were here with her, you can see what a nervous wreck she gets when she thinks about doing it. Everytime the redhead would stand still in front of her own door, her hand that’s reaching for the knob freezes on the spot. Then later, she’d mumble a few things with a long sigh while resting her head on the wall in surrender. Totally not feeling upset that she couldn’t make a decision.
This wasn’t all. On her free time, she would contemplate on whether she should go to your door or not for hours. Heck, she can’t even concerntrate on her work sometimes when a thought of you suddenly ran in her mind. She also could not stop walking side to side across her living room while glancing at her door just a few steps in front of her, biting her nails, you in her mind.
Today, she was lying on her bed next to her work desk. (Apparently she moved her folding couch that turns into a bed near the wall as well so she can still hear you sing at late night) She had a book in her hand, reading it in plain silence since you weren’t singing. Even though she was reading, the thought of you lingers in her mind. It makes her heart be filled with doubt and she nervously swallowed her throat, looking at her book in a musing frown. Finally, Nat’s head had slowly drift away and she stopped reading. Her green eyes constantly staring at this one word in her book: Go.
Natasha glanced to the door and eventually stared at it, closing her book closely. The redhead leapt off her bed and on to her feet. She still feels a mountain of doubt finger her spine. But she doesn’t feel nervous anymore. After a few…dozen times of failure on making the final decision meeting you, today somehow a new wave of courage washed over Nat that made her so confident. Maybe it’s because of how her interest in her mysterious neighbour had grown increasingly over two years, that she can no longer keep it inside her.
As she walked to the door, she quickly grabbed her dark green coat and puts it on while exiting her apartment just like that. She didn’t even lock her door or turn around to look back. She decided that maybe pushing herself on doing it directly instead of contemplating cluelessly, it would be better.
And it did. Nat suddenly feel so excited meeting you properly for the second time. She feels like it’s going to be a good day. Her footsteps even sound so excited that it alarmed you from inside of your apartment.
The redhead couldn’t stop biting her cherry soft lips, grinning as she looks side to side before exhaling steadily in front of your door. She brushed the dust off her shoulders, and swept down to look neat. She fixed her hair and prepped a smile, taking a deep breath in case she forgot to breathe the next second.
As soon as her head reaches for the knob, she paused. As if she had stepped on the breaks, stopping her vehicle in the middle of an empty road.
Will this be okay? Is she going to like me?
She questioned.
Am I gonna be likeable? Am I likeable? Maybe this is a bad idea after all. I shouldn’t be doing this.
This is her first time ever questioning herself if she’d be a person to your liking. She’s never even met you, but she feels like you would be someone who has probably a better life than she does that she looks up to you.
Maybe I’m not cool enough? Do I need to be subtle or straightforward? Am I too awkward? Maybe this is a bad idea after all. I should not be doing this.
Why shouldn’t she? Neighbours are supposed to meet each other and indulge in a good conversation because that’s what neighbours do. Right? So why does this feel so hard to do? Is it because of how Nat’s heart is pounding like drums? She’s never felt this nervous since she confessed her feelings to her old high school crush. He didn’t work out anyway.
Her heart continued thumping, ten times louder when footsteps from beyond the door caught her attention. She looked at the door in panic, gripping her own hands shakily and swallowing nervously. She felt herself hardly even breathing knowing that you could be behind that door, noticing her through the fish eye.
When she sensed that you had come close to the door, close enough, Nat ran away. She turned on her heel and sprinted like a salamander as fast as she could as if running away from danger to avoid getting seen by you. Nat slammed herself through her door and shuts it close so hard, not caring if it had also caught your attention by the loud noise.
This was a terrible, terrible idea.
And it didn’t go as Nat planned. She thought she was ready to see you. Guess that it’s not time, after all.
The redhead sighs slightly and leans against the door, frowning at the floor and eventually closing her eyes embarrassed.
She feels stupid. Running away like a coward? She has never been like that ever before. Why does meeting you makes it so hard for her? Maybe it’s because of how amazingly talented you are that Nat herself feels kind of shy. How the tables have turned.
Maybe this is just going to be a dream of hers that continues to be a dream. And it will never come true because who knows if she’ll be liked by her mysterious neighbour. She admits to herself, what’s mysterious stays mysterious.
Summary: When you don’t do what your girlfriend wants, she finds a way to convince you.
Word count: 1.774
Warnings: smut (+18 only!)
A/N: So, this is just something that crossed my mind while I was writing The Lady Next Door. I don’t even know if it’s good, but I hope someone likes it haha
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Word count: 1123
Gladiolus represents remembrance, faithfulness, sincerity, and strength of character.
It had been a while since you had seen Natasha. To be fair, you hadn’t expected to see her again after your first date. It was a total shitshow. But when she asked you out for a second one and then a third, you were fairly certain all was well.
Then she came over more and more. First staying for a night, then a weekend, then a week, and now is the first time in two months that she left you alone for longer than two days. It’s fair to say you’re worried but Natasha has never given you a reason to worry about her.
She stands her ground. That doesn’t mean you don’t want her home to make sure she’s safe and sound. But what if she’s just ghosting you so she doesn’t have to break up with you. Wait, are you two even together? Neither of you ever asked.
summary: after the war you and Natasha settle down, deciding to start a family in your cozy little home. The problem is though, how many times can hope be ignited before it fully burns out?
warnings: (trying to get pregnant) reader, canon/sterile Nat, swearing, Nat and you cry, post-endgame, sprinkle of angst with a very fluffy ending
word count: 4,016
im having baby fever rn im so sorry
-flashback, pre-endgame-
"I wanna have a family." Your voice is barely above a whisper as you both look up at the night sky, laying in the garden atop the Avengers compound. "What?" Nat asks softly, breaking out of her trance as she looks at you. You're laying on her chest and her arm is wrapped your back, Nat's other arm folded up behind her head.
"I wanna have a family, with you." You repeat yourself, making eye contact with your girlfriend as her brows furrow. "Y/n.." Nat's voice is hesitant and panic floods your chest, your eyes widening as you move to sit up. "Oh my god I'm so sorry, that was so quick-" You apologize quickly as you avoid Natasha's gaze, the redhead sitting up with you.
You've dated Natasha for two years but everything has been slow, knowing how the assassin will close herself off if you try and move too fast (emotion wise).
"Hey Y/n no." Nat says softly as she looks at your side profile, a soft frown forming on her face as she sees you. "That's not the reason why." She says as she gently turns your head to face her, fingertips delicately grabbing your chin. "I do want to have a family with you, moya lyubov'..it's just that I can't." Nat whispers and you finally lock eyes with her, seeing the pain and sadness on her face. "What do you mean?' You ask carefully and she sighs, waiting a beat before deciding to tell you. "In the Red Room me and all of my other group mates were sterilized..it was like a sick graduation ceremony that prevented us from having a family of our own." She tells you and hurt immediately grips at your heart, seeing Nat avert her gaze for a moment.
"Why?" You question and she purses her lips together, one of your hands rubbing her knee gently. "So we would never have any distraction from our mission..so that our only purpose in life was to kill and be used as a weapon." Disgust drips from Nat's voice at the last part, your soft hands on her wrist bringing her back to reality. "Im so sorry Nat, I shouldn't have anything I didn't know-" You start to apologize again but Nat stops you with a soft shake of her head, a bittersweet smile on her face. "Don't apologize, Y/n. I'm the one who should be sorry for not being able to give you the family that you deserve." She says and now it's your turn to shake your head, grabbing Nat's hands and caressing them gently. "Its alright baby." You smile gently before an idea pops into your head, your eyes lighting up and Nat gives you a look of curiosity.
"Besides.." You start, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "If you really..truly..wanted a family with me, there could still be other options. Like adopting or getting a surrogate..or I could get pregnant instead." You suggest and Natasha's eyes light up like the stars in the night sky, a small laugh escaping your lips as you see the excitement on her face.
"Really?! You'd do that?" She asks and you nod your head, giving your girlfriend a soft kiss before laughing. "Mmhm, but you'd have to put a ring on it first, Miss Romanoff." You giggle and Nat wraps her arms around you again, both of you laying back down on the blanket. "Im planning to, future Mrs.Romanoff."
-present day, post-endgame-
You nervously pace around the bathroom as you wait for the three minutes to be up, Natasha sitting on the edge of the bathtub and observing you walk back and forth. The pregnancy test is laying by the sink and you can’t help but glance at it every few seconds, not having felt this nervous since battling Thanos and his army. You’ve faced gods, powerful Titans, super soldiers, but you’re sure this the most nerve wracking thing you’ve ever had to do. Once the timer on Natasha’s phone goes off, you practically jump towards the sink, Natasha leaning forward a bit more on the bathtub. Picking up the white and pink pregnancy test, you nervously turn it over in your hands, eyes scanning the small window for the results.
Natasha doesn’t even have to ask for the results when she sees your shoulders slump and your face drop, quickly getting up from the bathtub to wrap you up in her arms. Hugging you from behind, she can see the negative test in your hands, gently kissing your cheek when you don’t say anything. “It’s okay baby, we can try again.” She says softly and you shake your head, slowly placing the test down and closing your eyes.
“Nat, what if somethings wrong with me?” You whisper and her arms hug you closer, tears pooling under your eyelids in frustration. “Nothing is wrong with you malysh.” Natasha reassures you and you turn in her arms, releasing a shaky breath as you press your face into her neck. “Three times Nat..three fucking times..” You sigh and she only holds you closer, knowing how much hope the both of you had for this one. “I know, I know.” Nat hums softly as she rocks the two of you back and forth gently, feeling the hope starting to dwindle from you. “What if we just weren’t meant to have a biological children? What if we weren’t meant to have lives after the war?” You question out loud and Natasha pulls back, gently tilting your chin up so you can look her in the eyes. “Hey no, don’t say that. We were meant to have a family Y/n, biological or not.” Nat takes a pause to brush some hair out of your face.
“Let’s try one more time, okay? And if that doesn’t work then we can look into other options.” She continues and you think for a moment, not knowing if you could go through the hope and pain again. “Okay.” You whisper softly and Nat nods her head. “Okay.” She echos you before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, pulling you back in for a hug.
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Nat’s leg is bouncing up and down as she watches the timer tick down, only ten more seconds before you can check. This is the last try, all or nothing. You’re too anxious to pace this time, instead opting to sit next to Natasha and leaning into her as you watch her leg bounce. “You know..whatever happens, I love you.” Nat says softly when she sees you blankly stare at her knee, lost in thought about what’s going to happen. “I love you too.” You reply equally as soft as you look up at your wife, grabbing her hand and intertwining them slowly.
Leaning into each other, you both share a soft kiss, love shining through the small interaction. You both only pull away when the timer dings, Natasha rubbing your back as you sigh and get up. It feels like time slows down as you walk towards the sink, heart pounding in your chest as you reach out to grab the test. The bathroom is silent as you pick it up and flip it over, looking at the little window for the results. You’re silent as you look at the results, body frozen in place as you stare at the test. Natasha’s brows furrow and she gets up, sighing as she rubs her temples.
“Baby I’m so sorry-” “It’s positive.” You interrupt Nat midway through her sentence, your voice in disbelief as you see those two pink lines. “What?” Natasha asks, unsure if she heard you right. “It’s positive.” You repeat as you turn to face her, pregnancy test in hand as you smile from ear to ear. “You’re pregnant?” Natasha asks, almost in disbelief as she stares at you. “I’m pregnant.” You nod your head and Natasha immediately sweeps you up in her arms, hugging you right and picking you up from the ground. “Holy shit! We’re gonna have a baby!” Nat laughs as she spins you around, joyful giggles falling from your lips as you cling onto your wife.
“Oh my god we’re gonna have a baby.” Nat breathes out as she comes to a stop, quickly putting you down once the realization hits her brain. “Shit, you’re pregnant we need to be careful.” She says and you only laugh, pulling her down a bit to kiss her. “You don’t need to be that a careful dummy, but yes..I’m pregnant.”
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“Tony gave us an iron man onesie.” You laugh as you hold up the tiny piece of clothing, Natasha grinning as she watches you. Even though the announcement was made a week ago, the gifts have been steadily pouring in, Tony insisting that he pays for the majority of the things that are needed for the new arrival.
He paid for the crib, the high chair, the car seat, most of the nursery, and all the bottles and toys a newborn could ask for. Pepper had a huge part in it too, having experience since bringing Morgan into the world. “That man is self centered.” Natasha laughs as she walks over to where you’re sitting, her heart full of love as she kneels down next to you.
“Mmhm.” You hum in agreement as you fold the article of clothing away, Natasha handing you the next gift. You’re about sixteen weeks along and you’re already showing, a small baby bump forming from your midsection. You both decided to wait until the second trimester to tell the rest of the team, wanting to enjoy the first few months in peace.
Natasha watches you wordlessly as you open a gift from Steve, a smile tugging on her lips as she sees the captain america pacifier. “I love you so much.” She blurts out randomly and your head turns to face her, a smile on your face as you gently kiss her.
“You’ve gone soft Romanoff.” You tease and she only laughs, gently kissing you again. “I blame you, you’ve made me domestic.” She grins and you roll your eyes, placing the gift to the side.
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As the pregnancy goes along, you start to notice Natasha’s lack of touch, the redhead only going as far as running her hands through your hair or holding your shoulders. You have no idea what has gotten into her and you're determined to investigate, missing the way Natasha used to spoon and cuddle you all day.
Your questions were finally answered when one day you and Natasha were watching TV in bed, the redhead's arm slung around your shoulder as you lean into her. When the commercial break finally came on, you turned your head to look at your wife, curiosity written all over your face. "Why don't you cuddle me anymore, Nat?" You ask softly and she looks at you with confusion, lowering down the volume on the TV. "What do you mean? I cuddle you all the time baby." She says and you shake your head, reaching up and gently toying with her hair.
"Ever since I've gotten pregnant you've treated me like I could break at any moment, what are you so afraid of?" You question and Natasha sighs, glancing at her lap for a moment before answering. "With these hands I've done some awful things Y/n..things too horrific to say out loud. I feel like if I touch you or the baby I'll just ruin it, or hurt you..like everything else in my life." Nat confesses softly and your heart melts at how scared your wife is, knowing how much she's struggled with her past and with the red in her ledger. "Natasha Romanoff." You whisper, gently grabbing her hands to put them in between the two of you. "You are the kindest," You start, gently kissing her knuckle. "Most caring." another kiss, "Most selfless" another kiss, "Person I've ever met" another kiss. "And I know, with my whole heart and soul, you would never do anything to hurt me or the baby." You look up at her and gently rub your knuckles over the back of her hands. "So please stop acting like you will. These are the hands that I love, the hands that will raise our child, they're strong and secure, so stop thinking otherwise." You finish as you wordlessly move both your hands towards your belly, gently placing Natasha's hands over the bump.
The redhead is stunned as your hands rest over hers, the baby suddenly kicking. A wide smile spreads across your face as you both look down at your belly, the baby never having kicked before. "That was the first time they've ever kicked." You inform Natasha and you could see her still processing that fact. "That's our baby?" She asks softly and you laugh, nodding your head. "Mmhm, that's our baby. They recognized their mama." You say fondly as the baby kicks again, Natasha's heart bursting with warmth as she looks at you.
Slowly, Natasha moves to lay down on the bed, resting her head right beside your bump and holding it gently. "Hi malen'kiy golub'." She whispers softly, your hand coming down to gently play with her hair. You smile as you watch Natasha gently cuddle with your bump, knowing without a doubt that she's going to be a great mother.
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Placing the stuffed animals down on the table, you turn to look at Natasha, a giggle coming from your lips as you walk over to her. "What?" Nat grins as she turns to face you, putting the paintbrush down to the side.
"You're a mess." You laugh as you rub some pastel green paint from her cheek, both of you deciding that the nursery would be painted a light grey with a pastel green accent wall. "I'm still hot though." She teases and you only roll your eyes, cupping her face as you gently kiss her.
"Yeah yeah you're always hot." You laugh and Natasha looks around the room, grinning at the stack of Avenger's themed stuffed animals your team gave you. "They're all trying to be known as the cool uncle aren't they?" She asks softly and you nod your head, knowing that whatever Avenger your child takes after will forever have that bragging right.
"Let them have their fun, they're happy for us." You smile and Nat only sighs, shaking her head with a small smile on her face.
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You feel like Natasha was more anxious than you when you went into labour, your water breaking in the middle of the night. There wasn't any dramatic screaming or freaking out, you just calmly pushed the sheet back and let out a soft "huh" as you saw the damp bedsheets.
"Oh, okay we're doing this." You say before turning on the light, acting like it was any other day as you gently shake Natasha awake. "Nat, baby wake up." You whisper softly as Natasha stirs, squinting at the light once her eyes opened. "Y/n? What's wrong?" Nat mumbles sleepily as she rubs the sleep from her eyes, seeing you in a sitting up position.
"My water broke." You say and it takes a second for the words to process in Natasha's brain, the redhead suddenly sitting up and fully awake. "What? Okay okay it's happening. It's happening." Nat says as she pushes the sheets off herself, her mind immediately going to all the books she's read over the past nine months. You've already packed your hospital bags a few weeks in advance so you aren't too stressed about it, only needing to change and grab a few extra things. Natasha, on the other hand, is working on full overdrive, pulling on sweatpants and making sure everything is in order.
"Natasha, baby." You say as you gently grab her arm, needing your wife to slow down if you're going to survive the next few days. "You need to calm down my love." You say softly as you hold onto her shoulders, making the redhead look at you and take a few deep breaths. "Okay..okay. I'm sorry. I'm just nervous." Natasha admits and you nod your head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"It's okay to be nervous Nat, you just need so slow down. We haven't even gotten to the hospital yet." You laugh softly and she nods her head, waiting a few more moments before stepping back slowly. "Okay, let's have a baby."
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Your head is resting back against Natasha's shoulder as she acts like a backrest to you, allowing you to grip onto her hand when your contractions hit. Nat has been nothing but supportive the entire time, humming reassuring words into your ear as the pain washes over your body.
"Fuck." You whimper once another round of contractions end, Natasha's hand coming up to gently push back the sweaty hairs sticking to your forehead. "You're doing amazing baby, I'm so proud of you." She hums and you sigh, closing your eyes as you feel your wife rub your back. It's quiet as you feel Natasha's hands move down to your bump, rubbing your stomach softly as she sighs.
"Come on malen'kiy golub, your mommies are so excited to meet you." Nat coos and you smile into her neck, warmth flooding your chest as you listen to her. "And I know all of your aunties and uncles are excited to meet you too. We're so excited to hug you, and kiss you, and watch you grow." She hums as she rubs small circles on your belly.
"So please come out before your mommy kills me." Both of you laugh and you snuggle more into Natasha's embrace. "You're going to be an amazing mom." You whisper and Nat grins, looking at you with a quirked eyebrow. "Yeah?" She asks and you nod your head. "Yeah..I couldn't have asked for a more amazing wife, best friend, and now..a mother to our daughter." You hum and Nat blushes, kissing you gently.
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Your eyebrows furrow as you grip onto Natasha’s hand, pain coursing through your body as you deliver the baby. “You’re doing amazing y/n, almost there.” Nat says as you practically crush her hand, hiding the pain in her face as she watches you. "Congratulations, it's a healthy baby girl." The doctor announces as the baby's cries fill the room, your chest heaving as you lay back. Nat cuts the umbilical cord ("I've seen worst in Budapest") and they place the baby on your chest, draping a blanket over the two of you to keep you warm.
"Hi baby." You coo as you hold your child close to your chest, Natasha standing next to you with unshed tears in her eyes. You look up at her and sniffle (you're crying so hard at this point) as you see the look of awe on her face, smiling as you gently reach out to grab her hand. Softly placing her hand atop of the baby's blanketed back, she slowly moves her thumb, the child's cries quieting at both of her mother's touch. Nat is speechless as she watches the tiny newborn cling onto your chest, loving the warmth radiating off of your body.
"She's a boob man, just like her mama." Nat whispers and you laugh, that being the first thing that comes to her mind. Your child's hand slowly comes up and wraps her fingers around Natasha's thumb, that being the breaking point for the tears as they finally fall down her cheek.
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"Are you gonna hold her or are you just going to stare at me?" You ask as Natasha watches you and Mila sit on the bed, the two of you now alone with your child. Natasha looks hesitant as she walks over to you, never feeling so nervous as you look up at her.
"You aren't going to break her Nat." You say and Nat's eyebrows furrow, seeing the tiny infant look up at her with Y/c/e. The baby took from both you and Natasha, having scarlet red hair from her and beautiful y/c/e from you. "I just don't know..I mean what if I drop her? What if I do something wrong?" Nat worries her bottom lip between her teeth and you only beckon her to come closer, scooting over so she can sit on the hospital bed.
"You won't Nat, I promise." You reassure her and she slowly sits down on the bed, following your instructions as she places her hands out. Gently transferring the baby into her arms, you smile as Mila looks up at her mama, letting out a soft "gah". "See? She loves you already." You hum as you rub Mila's hair gently, seeing the love on Natasha's face. "Hi Mila." Nat breathes out as you rest your head on her shoulder, watching your wife interact with the baby. The tears return to Natasha's eyes as the newborn looks up at her, her emotions going everywhere as she processes that this is her child, her little bundle of joy that she gets the privilege of sharing with you. "Thank you." Nat whispers out as she looks at you, a smile on her face as she sniffles.
"For what?" You question and she only kisses you softly, smile still on her face as she pulls away. "For giving me another reason to live for." She whispers and her statement covers a wide range, thank you for being her wife, thank you for giving her a chance, thank you for her daughter, thank you for giving her the family she's always wanted, just thank you.
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Mila's cries ring out through your room and pierce your eardrums, rousing you and Nat from your slumber.
"Mm, I've got it." You sleepily mumble out of instinct as you start to get up, now used to getting woken up in the dead of night.
Mila still doesn't have a sleep schedule since she's a newborn so sometime's she'll sleep for a few hours and other times only for ten minutes.
This time around though, you get gently pushed back onto the bed by Natasha, feeling a comforting kiss placed on your temple as your wife gets up. "I've got it, moya lyubov'." She whispers and you don't have enough energy to resist, watching as Nat walks over to the bassinet. "Hi malen'kiy golub, you have a healthy set of lungs don't you?" Nat mumbles sleepily as she pulls the newborn from the crib, cradling the baby to her chest and gently rocking her back and forth. "Yeah I know, it's okay baby. It's okay, mama's got you." She hums as the baby's cries slowly die down, you still sitting on the bed as you watch your wife in awe. "Your mommies need their sleep huh little one, that sounds nice doesn't it." Nat yawns and you cant help but smile.
"But don't worry, every time you wake up we'll be here okay? We'll love you and hug you each time you cry. And I'm gonna protect you, malen'kiy golub. I won't let anything happen to you or your mommy, I promise." Natasha coos as she continues to rock Mila, not noticing how you're wide awake now. It's a soft, quiet vow, spoken in the dead of night, that Natasha will protect her family with everything she has in her..and it makes you fall more in love with her, if that's even possible.
Getting up, you make your way over to your wife, gently placing your hands on her shoulders to notify her of your presence. She knew you were coming as soon as she heard the bedsheets rustle, even in her tired state she was looking out for the two of you. "Hi." Nat greets you softly and you only hum, a tired smile on your face as you rest your head on her shoulder. Your hand comes up and is gently placed on Mila's back, rubbing soft circles on her onesie. Natasha's heart swells as she looks at her small family, smiling when you kiss her cheek. "I love you." You whisper before looking down at your daughter. "And I love you too." You hum, gently kissing her fiery red hair. Nat kisses your temple gently and closes her eyes, finally at peace with her daughter in her arms and you at her side.
Summary: Tony thinks it’s good for the Avengers to have a break from the superhero stuff, everything goes well until the reader has a great idea that causes her to lose control over her feelings for a certain witch.
Author’s note: Hello beautiful people, I’m back with more writing. I was going to post this in one part, but I had a really stressful day and decided to just go ahead and split it. I had way too much fun editing it, so enjoy!
“UNO!” Sam screamed, throwing a green ‘9’ card on the pile.
You sighed, feigning frustration, as you and Bucky exchanged a knowing look across the table. You just hoped Pietro would pick up on what you guys were doing.
Bucky tossed a ‘+2’ card and, thankfully so did Pietro, was it because he knew about the plan or because he was just trying to save his own ass didn’t really matter anymore. Sam’s excitement was short-lived when he noticed the evil smile that made its way to your lips. You decided to taunt him a little.
“Oh, Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. What should I do now?” He looked like he wanted to bore a hole through your head. “Do I really want to buy four more cards?” You pretended to analyze the set you had on your hands.
Summary: When a one night stand goes terribly wrong, you’re stuck going on a dangerous adventure with a mysterious redhead for a day.
Pairing: Natasha x Reader
Warnings: death, blood, drugs, torture, heights, alcohol
Words: 19,623
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Sunday, 11:58p.m.; McGreddy’s Bar
The bar was packed tonight, filled to the walls with sweaty, drunk people rubbing elbows with each other. On any other day, you would’ve avoided a place like this, but it was the closest location where you could have access to an absurd amount of alcohol and you were very desperate to get yourself as numb as possible to the overwhelming feelings of being dumped out of the blue by your girlfriend of half a year. By text message, no less. Not even a phone call, the coward.
Granted, you were going to break up with her soon, but you weren’t going to be a coward about it… it still hurt.
You were halfway done with your second drink when you overheard someone convince the overly drunken man sitting in the stool next to you to leave, glancing towards the new face to have you choking on your drink when you saw her smile at you.
“Are you okay?” Her smile faded away into concern as you coughed against the burning in your throat, holding up a thumb to let her know that you’ll be fine… eventually. She laughed softly as she ordered a drink from the bartender.
You hid behind your glass, embarrassment flushing your face. You took another sip, small enough that you wouldn’t choke on it. You cleared your throat, avoiding eye contact with the beautiful woman.
“So, what brings you to this disgusting bar?” You glanced at her briefly, noticing that she got the same drink as you did as she brought it to her lips. She noticed your pursed lips, releasing a sigh after she swallowed the liquid. “I just got laid off.” You turned your head towards her, eyebrows furrowed. “I worked there for three years and they fired me for budget cuts.” She scoffed, shaking her head angrily.
You looked away, staring at the wall of alcohol on the other side of the bar as you said, “I just got dumped.”
“Well, he’s dumb,” she stated.
You chuckled. “She, actually,” you corrected, looking at her face this time. Her blue eyes stared at you with softness, her black hair forming a frame of curls around her perfect face. “We dated for almost half a year and she broke up with me over text.”
“Text? People can be such cowards.”
You smiled. “You’re right about that,” you agreed. “She didn’t even answer her door when I went to confront her.”
The woman rolled her eyes, shaking her head with disgust. “Seems like we’re both in desperate need to be here.” She sent you a warm smile.
Summary: You are staying at your cousin Laura’s farm with her husband, Clint, as you do every summer. This time though, there are more guests than they anticipated including a very pretty brunette.
Part 1
As you are pulling up your car to your cousin Laura’s house, you spot something by the barn. Something big and expensive. You know it has been a hot minute since you’ve been here, but you are more than sure you would have known if Laura and Clint had bought a whole ass jet plane. You go to park by the family car as you do every summer but there is already another car there. You recognize it to be Nat- sorry, Natasha’s car, you correct yourself. She made it clear last summer, you had lost nickname privileges after your little fiasco with her sister. How were you supposed to know Yelena was her sister when you didn’t even know Natasha had one to begin with? Natasha did not take that excuse, especially since when you were explaining, you got her sister’s name wrong. It was not because you didn’t know her name. Of course you knew it, but you were so nervous you could hardly recall your own name. An angry Natasha will do that to you.
Warnings: Light swearing, brief mentions of alcohol (let me know if I need to add more)
Request: Can you do a natasha x reader fic where they are so in love with each other but none of them makes a move and the rest of the avengers are frustreted, even Nick Fury so he goes and sets them up by sending them to a mission together in Budapest? You decide who finally makes the first move
Summary: Frustrated with you and Natasha avoiding your feelings Tony convinces the others to try to get you together, Nick Fury needs no convincing.
A/n: This was an anonymous request and it’s a bit late so I hope the person that requested this is seeing this and if you are I hope you like it! Also I’m trying out the thing where you post it at a scheduled time because I don’t think posting at 11 pm is a great idea so hopefully that works. Also to anyone who has sent requests, they will get done soon, the reason why they are taking longer is because some of them gave me series ideas so obviously series take longer than oneshots. Anyways I hope everyone enjoys the story!
Warnings: Quite a few sexual references but nothing graphic at all (let me know if I need to add more)
Request: Hi again ! I have another idea of an natasha x reader with the meme Person a: i do know one way we could get money Person b: you’d make a decent prostitute Person a: i’d make an amazing prostitute !I like this meme so much it make me laugh every time ! (the requested lines are bolded)
Summary: Natasha comes up with a creative way you could make money if you didn’t use Tony’s.
A/n: This was a request for @fayhar so I hope you like this! Also I apologize for how long it took and I’m going to try to get your other request done soon. Also I apologize to anyone who reads this because I don’t even know what this is but I hope you find it amusing to read. Enjoy!
Warnings: Swearing but not much and in a friendly way (let me know if I need to add more)
Request: Can u do natasha x reader where natasha fall in love with the reader because they always have stupid atypical plans that always work. And at first none of the avengers believer that the plan will work but it actually work. That’s it!
Summary: Reader always has creative plans for missions that always work and Nat seems like she doesn’t like them except she actually does and is just bad at feelings.
A/n: So this was requested by @fayhar so I hope you like it but if I’m honest I didn’t follow the request exactly so I’m sorry about that, but I hope you like it anyways. Also sorry this is a few days later than I said but I procrastinated but I’m writing a lot now so hopefully all other requests will be out soon.
Warnings: A little bit of swearing (let me know if I need to add more)
Request: Could u do a natasha x reader with the quotes 4,6 and 13 ? Thanks ! Have a nice day ! 4- “Marry me” 6- “I really, really love you, but I also wanna hit you with a chair” 13- “I want to have kids with you” (lines are bolded)
Summary: Natasha thinks that the reader deserves a more stable life than being with her but the reader doesn’t agree.
A/n: This is another request from @fayhar and from this prompt list (still taking requests from the list). I hope everyone likes this because I don’t know how to feel about it myself. Anyways I tried to do the queue thing again so hopefully it works because I want to get a fic or chapter of something out everyday and what I’m working on right now is taking some time so I wanted to get ahead by a few days.
Pairings: Natasha x fem!reader, platonic avengers x fem!reader
Warnings: Some swearing (let me know if I need to add more)
Request: hi~ was wondering if you’d do a natasha x reader with a dash of platonic avengers when reader has chronic migraines but hasn’t told nat so ends up in random places to try and sleep them away and the others keep finding her and then nat figures out she’s hiding something and feels hurt but ends fluffy wanting to take care of reader next time? you can choose who and change any part you want!
Summary: Reader gets really bad migraines and is constantly being found by the team when she wants to be alone, however her girlfriend Natasha doesn’t know what’s going on.
A/n: This request was for @casperlikej so I hope you like it! Also I would like to mention that I know next to nothing about migraines so this probably won’t be super accurate but hopefully it’s ok to read anyways. I’m queuing this to come out on Sunday so that over the weekend I can work on the friends to enemies to lovers three part series and get that out soon (no I have not forgotten about that request). I am only like a sixth into that series but so far I’m super proud of it so I can’t wait to get it done! Also if anyone has ideas, feel free to request anything because I like having multiple fic ideas to think of at all times. Anyways I’m rambling now but I hope you enjoy this fic!
Warnings: Minor violence (less than canon), swearing, brief mention of cheating (let me know if I need to add more)
Request: What about a natsha x reader fic, but its friends to then enemies to then lovers?
Summary: Reader is assigned to gather information and kill the black widow but instead befriends her. Natasha feels betrayed and although she becomes a Shield agent now hates the reader. After a mission gone wrong they reconcile.
A/n: PLEASE READ!!! So this can be read as a standalone but it is part one of three (part one is friends, part two is enemies, part three is lovers). I really hope the anon that requested this is reading this because this was requested weeks ago. This is the longest thing I’ve ever written and it’s only one part of three. Maybe it’s just because I know how much time I’ve spend on this but so far it’s my favourite thing I’ve written as well so I really hope you like it. I am writing this Friday night/technically Saturday morning and I’m queuing it to be posted on Tuesday. My goal is to work really hard this weekend so I’ll be able to have parts two and three out on Tuesday and Wednesday but that’s not guaranteed. If you enjoy this and want to be tagged in the other parts, let me know, I’m more than happy to! Anyways this is a super long note, I hope you enjoy the fic!
**Please note that the genre and summary is for all the chapters, not just this one in particular.
**Also please don’t judge the little bit of French I included (I’m not fluent) and if Y/n’s part is messed up, that’s on purpose.
Heya, saw you wanted wanda requests, and as she's the loml how can I say no to that XD how about one where yn was totally touch starved before dating wanda but once they did and she started getting used to touches (being very awkward/tense about it to the point Wanda thought she didn't want to be touched at all) yn constantly wants hugs now and to hold wanda's hand and everyone is shocked how different yn is when it comes to it, but she's still awkward around when other ppl hug her and such? I feel like this would be me since the most physical contact I get is hugging a bear at night when I sleep 😞 and we know wanda would give the best hugs and do that thing where she strokes yn hand with her thumb and everything ;_; please and thank you :D
Hi! So, thanks for the request and sorry it took so long, but I really didn’t know how to write this. I’m still not sure if that’s what you wanted, but I hope you like it either way. Good reading!
Your touch just feels right
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: Events from your past caused you to develop a complete aversion to touch. Until a certain witch shows up.
Word count: 1.578
Warnings: angst; fluff
You have special healing abilities. Which is great and very useful considering you’re an Avenger. But that came with a price, and the price was your sanity and physical wellbeing.
For years Hydra experimented on you, not hesitating on using the worst kinds of torture possible. Eventually you were rescued and taken care of, but the damage was already made.
You were well reintegrated into society and you can say you have a normal life now (despite of been a superhero of course). But there’s one thing you couldn’t stand: touch.
After so many people doing so many awful things to your body, you couldn’t stand being touched by someone. Even a handshake seemed like a potential threat to you.
At the beginning, your teammates didn’t know how to react at your complete aversion to being touched, leading to a very awkward situation whenever they involuntary tried to give you a hug or something like that.
But after a while, everyone got used to it. And no one else was talking about your aversion to touch. Until you started dating Wanda.
It all started a few weeks ago when you told her how you felt about her. To say that Wanda was surprised would be an understatement. Not that you could blame her.
Unlike you, Wanda loves to touch, whether it was hugging, holding hands or just… well, touching. So every time she came to hug you or hold your hand you freaked out and left. And it hurt. It hurt Wanda because she was hurting you, and it hurt you because you were hurting her.
The last thing Wanda wanted in the world was to hurt you, so she always controlled herself to keep a comfortable distance from you. And the last thing you wanted was to hurt Wanda, so you started trying to be more open to her touches.
At first, hugging her or just holding her hand made your heart beat so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest and your vision blurred. Your mind would spin so much that it was hard to breathe, and sometimes it was impossible not to cry, so you cried.
But Wanda would always comfort you, telling you that you didn't have to do that if you didn't feel comfortable and you agreed, your chest filling with love for the very understanding woman you were lucky enough to call your girlfriend.
But you kept trying anyway. And what was once an effort became an addiction. There was no way you and Wanda would be in the same room and would not have some part of your body touch hers. Be it hugging, or holding hands, or even just leaning on each other.
At first, Wanda thought that you were forcing yourself to act that way, but soon she realized that touch was as necessary for you as it was for her, and she was more than happy to give it to you.
But this new dynamic surprised not only your girlfriend, but also the rest of the group. Nobody commented at first, but you were not oblivious to the looks that your other teammates were giving you.
One day you, Wanda, Sam, Nat and Steve were sitting in the living room. Sam and Nat on one of the sofas, Steve in the armchair, and you and Wanda curled up on another sofa, so close you could hardly tell where one began and the other ended.
Steve was looking at you with a gentle smile on his face and you made the mistake of looking at him, which encouraged the blond to speak. "I'm glad you’re feeling comfortable enough to open up to someone, (Y/n). "
His voice was sincere and tender, but you couldn't help feeling weird about his words so you just nod without much enthusiasm and hummed softly in agreement. You hear Sam giggling beside you.
"True, but I could’ve sworn it would be with Natasha first." He says and Nat smiles in agreement. You frown, confused by the conversation. "Why?"
"Oh nothing, honey, it's just that we've always been close, that's all." She says in the gentle voice she only seems to have with you and you think for a bit. Ever since you arrived at the compound, Nat has been the person who took care of you and trained you. In fact, before Wanda, Nat was the person you were closest to.
"Yeah, Nat, I don't think she likes you that much." Sam jokes, laughing amusedly, but you feel your heart hurting. That’s not true. And it wasn't about that. Did your friends think you didn't like them enough? "I-I have to go."
Your words sound almost in a whisper, your head overwhelmed with thoughts, and you get up quickly and rush out of the room. Sam, Nat, and Steve watch you leave with curious and concerned frowns and Wanda stands up, shooting them an angry glance before chasing after you.
You sit on the edge of the bed, your breathing ragged and your thoughts racing. You loved your friends. So much that you would give your life for them without a second thought. But touch was a completely delicate issue for you. Could they really not understand that?
"My love?" You hear Wanda's sweet voice and look up. The brunette was standing in front of the door with worried eyes. You swallow hard and look down at the floor.
Wanda walks slowly towards you. She kneels in front of you and extends her hands slowly into yours, giving you time to move away if you wanted to. But you don't, and hold her hands tightly, instead. Wanda's soft, warm touch enters your skin like waves, easing the anxiety and worry quickly, and your breath hitches before you start to cry.
"Hey, sweetheart." She says, her voice even gentler than before, bringing one of her hands to your cheek and stroking it with her thumb. "Don't listen to Sam, he was only joking."
"What if he wasn't? What if they really think I don't like them enough?" You immediately retort, and the pain in your voice makes Wanda's own heart ache. "Of course they don't think that, my love."
"How can you know that?" You ask softly, your voice almost in a pleading whisper, and Wanda feels the need to hold back her own tears.
"I can read minds, remember?" She teases in an attempt to make you smile, and when she succeeds a genuine smile breaks out on her lips. "And even if I couldn't, anyone can see that you love everyone here, that you would do anything for us."
You’re silent for a while, pondering what she has just said. It's amazing how Wanda always knew just what to say to make you feel better. "Thanks, babe." You say after a while and Wanda just smiles and nods. But the witch's smile falters when a thought crosses her mind.
"But let me ask you... Why do you let me touch you?" she asks and you look at her. "I thought you could read minds." You joke and she laughs, glad that you’re feeling better, but she can't contain the insecurities inside her. "Is it because you feel like you have to?"
"Of course not!" You answer immediately, your eyebrows furrowed in concern as you hold her face gently between your hands. "Babe, I love your touch."
"Why me?" She asks, her eyes loaded with uncertainty, and you smile slightly, it's not possible that she doesn’t know. "Because I love you. More than the others." You whisper the last part as if it was a secret only she could know, and Wanda giggles softly. You take your hands away from her face and start fiddling with them in your lap. "Your touch just feels right, I guess."
You say softly, the confession coming out of you with difficulty. But it’s enough for Wanda so she smiles with relief and sits down beside you, taking your hand again and intertwining your fingers.
"Your touch feels right too." She says softly, stroking your hand with her thumb and you smile, leaning in and connecting your lips to hers.
The kiss is soft and gentle, as if all the love you have for each other is so delicate that sudden movements could shake it. But in fact nothing could, and the kiss gradually intensifies.
There comes a moment when you and Wanda are much closer than before, your hands on her waist and hers on your neck, caressing the back of your neck with her fingertips.
Without thinking much about it, you start to push Wanda gently onto the mattress, but the brunette stops you, placing her hand on your chest and pulling her face away from yours. "Are you sure?" She asks a little breathless from the kiss but her eyes don't hide her concern. You smile reassuringly and nod.
"Yes." You say and a relieved smile forms on Wanda's face. You bring your face closer to hers and say softly against her lips. "I want to show you how much I love you." You say causing the brunette's breath to hitch and she connects your lips once more. It doesn't last long though, as she pulls away again. "But I already know." She reassures and you chuckle happily.
Wanda kisses you again and you smile against her lips, unable to contain all the love you feel for the witch.
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"Not even a tour?" You asked the spy upon entering the compound.
You've never had a chance to roam the place without worrying about getting caught so you didn't really have time to appreciate the beauty of the compound.
Natasha offered to drive you here herself in her new shiny Maserati, but you politely declined, opting to use your own car. You didn't want to rely on her to be your only mean of transportation. And you were glad you declined because on your way here she went over speed limit at least three times.
"You've been here plenty of times, you don't need a tour." Natasha replied a bit accusatory, taking a turn to head to the conference room. You've met a couple of agents on your way there, some of which looked like they've met you already, with their worried looks and all that.
"True, but I would appreciate the effort."
"I'm sure Wanda will be happy to show you around. Your room is right across hers actually." She said with a smirk.
You halted. "My room? I won't be staying here."
Natasha just pushed you froward. "Yes, you will. We won't wait for you to come here when we find something. So unless you can teleport you're staying here." She greeted another agent that immediately turned to head another way when he saw you.
"You already have a reputation here." She teased.
"I've never seen him before." You mumbled under you breath, approaching the conference room.
"Right." She scoffed holding the door open for you.
You came in taking a notice of the Avengers scattered around the room, but only one held your attention. Wanda was sitting beside an empty seat, wiggling her fingers at you. You felt a corner of your mouth quirk up.
She wore sweats to the team meeting.
"Y/n, I'm glad you're finally here." Captain said, blocking your view of the witch.
"Are you?" You asked, knowing that he wasn't happy about asking for your help.
"Believe it or not, but I know that you can be of a great help and I appreciate your decision to join us." He said, his blue eyes were avoiding yours. Liar.
"Why don't you take a seat." Natasha pushed you gently in Wanda's direction.
You took a seat beside the redhead, greeting her with a subtle smile.
"Hello to you too." She replied, fidgeting with her rings. Her nails are painted deep red, matching her sweater. "Natasha let me borrow it back when I first came here, I like it too much to give it back." She whispered interrupting your thoughts.
"She seems okay." And you didn't lie. Agent Romanoff does seem like a good person.
"She is one of the best people I know." Wanda said with a smile.
"Now that everyone is here I would like to start our meeting." You heard Rogers say from where he now stood in the front of the room. "We have a special addition to the team. I'm sure everyone here knows her, but to be safe, her name's Y/n. She will help us take down Hydra."
Your eyes scanned the room, trying to catch everyone's reaction. Natasha's face is a mask of indifference, Tony looked at you like you're a new shiny toy. Captain has his mission face on, but his little lie said everything about his feelings on your presence here. You heard someone shift to your left and saw Bruce looking your way. You sent him a smile, not wanting to get on his bad side, when you felt a hand gently grasp your thigh. You turned to look at Wanda who sent you a reassuring smile.
"I've got your back." She mouthed silently.
"I'm just glad she's no longer a pain in our asses." Rhodey grumbled from his seat, causing you to look away from the witch.
"I thought you enjoyed our game." You pouted at him, causing him to roll his eyes.
The atmosphere in the room immediately went tense, with half of the team throwing wary looks at you.
"A game? That's what you call it?" Clint asked you, looking scandalised.
"We all deserve a bit of fun in our lives, no?" You asked him, not understanding where his anger is coming from.
"Not when it comes to saving people." He raised his voice, trying to prove his point. You only rolled your eyes.
"Look, I know you're brilliant and all that, but it would've been so much easier for you to just join us from the begging. Why didn't you?" Tony asked.
"I don't like your methods. You're too... soft to get the job done." You made yourself sound gentle, trying not to permanently damage their fragile egos.
"What are you talking about? We always get the job done." Steve stepped closer to you. You felt Wanda tense beside you, so you briefly covered her hand with yours, rubbing your thumb on the back of her palm before standing up to walk directly to Steve.
"You throw the bad guy in prison, they escape, do some more unspeakable things, you catch them again and the cycle continues. I end it." You said through gritted teeth.
Steve looked at you like you slapped him twice on both cheeks, his eyes widening comically. Tony shifted uncomfortably avoiding your eyes, but didn't disagree with you.
"You know I'm right." You pointedly looked at him. He looked at Natasha for back up, but she stayed quiet.
"Our methods is what makes us different from the bad guys." He tried to argue.
"No. What makes you different is that you don't experiment on innocent people to conquer the world, not your stupid methods." You grumbled in response, feeling agitated. Steve opened his mouth to protest, but Tony stopped him with a shake of his head.
Wanda stood up from her chair and walked to your side, her hand gently grasping your elbow.
"Well, you introduced Y/n to the team. Mind if I show her around now?" She said, trying to ease the tension in the room.
"We'll continue tomorrow." Steve said before walking out of the room, almost shouldering you.
"Dramatic much."
"And he says I'm the dramatic one." Tony approached you. "I know you don't agree with us, but I'll need you to compromise so this whole thing works out, okay?"
"I'll try my best."
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You mulled the conversation over and over again in your head, struggling to find a reason why they couldn't just admit that they don't have the guts to do what's needed, when you remembered that Wanda stayed quiet during your argument.
"What do you think?" You asked Wanda when your were far enough from the conference room.
She took a deep breath and turned to look at you, her green eyes wide and enticing.
She exhaled. "You're right, everyone on this team knows that the only way to stop Hydra for good is to kill them all, but..." She trailed off, trying to find the words.
"But what?"
"Steve's right too. We can't condone murder. I know I won't be able to kill someone just to stop them."
You didn't want to make them do something they didn't want to do, you simply wanted them to admit that you're right. They judge you too fast and too harsh, not even trying to see where you're coming from. Steve looked at you like you were a criminal, which you were, but not like that. You know that your moral compass is not the best, but it's good enough to get the job done. Good morals stop people like Rogers from doing what needs to be done and they end up doing the "right" thing or being the bigger person. You want them to understand your ways and accept them, otherwise this whole thing will never work.
"That's what I'm here for."
"So your conscience is nonexistent?" She asked with a baited breath.
"When it comes to them? Yes." She turned to look at the panoramic window, looking lost in thought.
"Do you enjoy it?" She suddenly asked.
"What? Killing them?" She nodded. "Yes." You answered honestly, waiting for her reaction.
But after your response Wanda stayed quiet for the majority of the tour, only speaking when needed. You usually liked it when people kept quiet, but this silence between you and her felt like a giant hole in your chest.
"So you changed your mind about me then?"
"Huh? Oh, no. I just... Your words made me think about something."
"About what?"
"Back at Hydra, when I was experimented on I- I dreamed about killing them all." She took a deep breath. "I wanted them to hurt just as much as they hurt me, but my will to revenge was more powerful."
"You were hurt. It's different."
"Weren't you hurt?" You halted your steps, fully turning your body to face her.
This whole time you didn't dare to think about what Hydra might've done to you and why you couldn't remember any part of it. You were going on an autopilot, hiding your anxiety behind anger.
"I- I don't know. That's the reason why I'm here, to find out what happened to me." You whispered, feeling vulnerable for the first time since your parents' passing.
"We will. I promise."
And at this moment you realized that you can trust her, that she is the only person you're willing to let in. She is the only person you want to let in.
"What did you see in my head? When we first met." You asked blinking rapidly. Are you tearing up?
"You'll have to figure that out yourself." She teased, playfully nudging you with her shoulder. "No matter what they said, it's good to finally have you here. I know Tony's been dying to meet you for a while now, Steve just ruined the mood." She tried to lighten up the mood.
You chuckled. "You mean I ruined the mood. I shouldn't have pressed."
"Yeah, you were no help." She grinned. "We're here." She said, stopping in front of the door.
You don't want to leave her just yet, but it is getting late and you're sure you just saw her trying to hide a yawn behind her palm.
"That's my room." She pointed at the door right across yours.
"Thank you. Not just for showing me around, but for trusting me."
"What can I say, you have a very trustable face." She winked before turning around to go in her own room, stopping in the doorway to wish you a good night.
The first thing you saw upon entering your new bedroom was a note sitting on the bedside drawer.
