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Wed, 16 Mar 2022 14:05:39

Let Me In [1] ✾

Natasha Romanoff x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 3.6k.

- || Part Two✾Complete Chatroom Masterlist

Summary:Y/n is back in the city, a place she never thought she would be. A heavy cloud hangs over her until it produces a heavy storm.

Content:mentions of a past toxic relationship, slight angst.

A/N: I hate to call this a starter chapter because it makes it seem like it’s not important, but this chapter is just to get us started. I hope you all enjoy the sequel! It won’t be as long but it will tie up all the loose ends!

MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS, AND BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

“If you keep dragging your feet we’re going to miss the shuttle!”

“I don’t like it here, it smells,” the five year old groans, tugging hard on Y/n’s hand. The plane ride was fairly easy but the young girl had gotten so restless and has been complaining ever since they landed. Y/n did her best to keep her at bay, but it’s hard to explain to a child why they have to keep walking when they’re so tired. Y/n had to carry both of their carry-on bags while rolling her suitcase in her free hand so couldn’t pick her up even though that’s what she wanted.

“I know Kennedy, but we have to keep going, c'mon.”

She held onto her hand tightly as their suitcases rolled against the pavement. She feels a little bit bad about dragging the little girl along as they exit the airport, but it’s either that or having to wait another 30 minutes for a shuttle to the rental car pick-up building. Y/n had developed the skill of tuning Kennedy out when she really needed to; she can deal with feeling guilty just for a little bit.

She’s only able to feel relief when they make it to the shuttle at the right time. The small bus is fairly crowded already but there is one open seat on the left. Y/n helps Kennedy up the stairs and ushers her to the seat. A few eyes gloss over the two before reverting back to wherever they were looking before. Y/n feels so awkward and out of place even though she has no reason to be. It’s been years since she’s had to deal with the busy process of the airport and it’s her first time with Kennedy. She stands close to her, worried that somehow if she takes her eyes off of her for even a second that the girl would disappear. Y/n’s mother offered to come with them, but Y/n politely declined her offer. It was hard enough to answer her phone call in the first place; she just isn’t ready to talk to her yet let alone be around her.

The cracked windows of the bus allow a breeze of tepid air to flow in and out. Y/n is grateful that she got to come to the city now when it’s Spring, almost Summer, time. It’s lovely in the winter, but she doesn’t think she would be able to handle the snow and the cold while alone with a five-year-old Kennedy. She hasn’t seen snow yet, but maybe when she’s older they’ll come back together so she can see just how pretty a city looks when it’s covered in a light dust of snow.

“I’m hungry.”

“Shh, I know you are. I promise when we get the car and then we’ll stop and get some food, okay?”

The plan seemed to placate the little girl who was playing with the straps of her little book bag. They had run out of snacks half-way through the plane ride and Y/n was worried about a meltdown happening but Kennedy just sat with a pout on her face and her arms crossed instead of making a big fuss. Y/n took her silent anger as a win as long as she wasn’t crying on the plane.

They come to a stop and a few people file out before Y/n and Kennedy can leave. Some man grabs Y/n’s suitcase for her to give her a helping hand. He gives her a sympathetic look, one that she is used to and has learned to stop taking the wrong way. She’s just glad to have made it this far even though their journey isn’t necessarily complete. And with Kennedy’s hand in hers, they walk inside the car rental center.

What was a hectic 7 hours of her life felt worth it once they were secure in the car and driving into the city. Y/n feels a sense of relief when she drives into the city and passes a few buildings that are painfully familiar to her. She can hear Kennedy constantly going ‘wow’ in the backseat as they move deeper in the city. Y/n had the same feeling when she first stepped foot into this city. The buildings are so high up that it can make anyone feel small and it’s a city that’s always buzzing.

“Are those buildings touching the sky?”

“Kind of. If we have enough time we can take a tour of the tallest building in the city and look at the clouds!”

Kennedy let out a satisfied giggle that made Y/n smile. It is bittersweet. Completely bittersweet. She was coming back to the city, mixing her old life with the new.

Y/n hopes that everything goes smoothly with her job, Kennedy, and herself. She is older, but she is not necessarily better with handling her emotions. She pushes them down, and it’s easy to push down smaller feelings of sadness and disappointment related to the newer aspects of her life, but the feelings from her 19 year-old are proving to be a fighter. She fought back veryhard to keep those feelings deep down from bubbling up. But the dissonance in her head had her feeling completely out of whack the moment she accepted the offer from her job. In the last few weeks she pretended like she didn’t care about the particular location. Yet the years of imagining and secretly rehearsing the scenarios she imagined in her head where she comes out on top serve as evidence that she does stillcare no matter how hard she tries to convince herself she’s not. There is a slim chance of running into anyone, she believes, but even just being here makes her wonder.

“It’s two weeks long. I know you’ve got Kennedy to take care of but the university provides a daycare service. Dr. Bennett specifically requested you— she said something about an old teacher of yours? Anyway, this would be great for your resume, and it’s paid for. I hope you don’t let this opportunity pass you.”

Y/n found it tedious to travel for her job. Location aside, she didn’t like having to make a decision about something so major so quickly. There were many, manypros to this little two week work trip, and virtually no cons honestly. But it felt like a ripping off the band-aid off of a wound too early — except she suffered that wound 7 years ago. Now she is sitting in the place that is the very genesis of where many of her problems began.

Kennedy was buzzing to go into the place with the giant frog outside. It looked just the same as it did when Y/n first came here, not even a single poster on the wall had been switched out for something newer. She hesitated to step inside but she had no choice when the five-year-old developed some mysterious strength and dragged her to the door as she walked on her little feet.

“Look at my frog!” Kennedy croons. Y/n quickly shushes her so she doesn’t disturb anyone around them. Y/n noticed a few annoyed glances when she walked in with a small child in tow. She knows what it’s like to be bothered by the presence of a kid in a place that’s normally chill and meant for concentration. But, she also found herself being angry at the people who even looked at Kennedy with an ounce of contempt. Other people’s reactions to Kennedy is still something Y/n is not used to, especially since their town back home is small and they don’t interact with that many people.

“We can’t stay here long, okay?”

“But why?”

“Because we have to go back to the hotel and unpack or else we’ll never get to it.”

The girl said nothing, she just ignored Y/n and went back to playing with the toy frog that came with her meal. She has so much energy yet Y/n feels swamped. It’s partially her fault for obsessing over whether or not Kennedy was going to behave. She was on edge thinking about someone yelling at them on the airplane because Kennedy was too loud. Y/n is a big girl now, but confrontation still scares her. She also wouldn’t want Kennedy to be upset for any reason.

But, she doesn’t have to worry about that now. It’s easy to become inundated with the what-ifs and scenarios where everything goes wrong that it’s hard to remember that everything is fine. Y/n’s worries are a part of a larger fear she’s playing the game of pretending it’s not there. She may have to confront that some time while she’s here, but right now everything is fine. Kennedy is preoccupied and making a soft noises that she thinksa frog makes, a song Y/n remembers from years ago is playing through the speakers, and they made it to the city safely. Y/n reminds herself of those three very real facts to bring herself back down to Earth. She’s been so in her head, and always has been, but it can no longer be her coping mechanism when she has very real things in the real world to deal with.

She lets Kennedy enjoy a few extra minutes snacking on her food and playing with her toy before Y/n realizes that they spent a little too long in the café. The familiarity makes it so comforting that the time flew by.

“Alright Kennedy, it’s time for us to go.”

Kennedy didn’t make any complaints, much to Y/n’s relief. She could always entice Kennedy with a trip to the hotel’s pool if she ever acts up, but that’s her last resort.

“When we go back, can we watch TV?” Kennedy reaches up with her small hand and Y/n grabs a hold of it, both of them holding onto each other tightly in what feels like a strange new world for the younger one.

“Sure, but after we put all of our clothes away, okay?”

“Fine.”

Y/n has this habit of looking down at Kennedy as she’s talking to her even if she’s walking. She’s walked into strangers before so when it happens to her right in this moment it doesn’t feel like such a big deal to her.

“Oh god! I’m so sorry…sorry!” Y/n scrambles so much that she doesn’t even open her eyes or look up at the person who she bumped into.

“I thought that was you.”

Movies and TV shows have told her that a familiar smell, sound, or voice can transport a person back to a poignant time in their life; today was not the day Y/n wanted to learn that that was true. She looks up and feels like she’s got the wind knocked out of her. Not even the collusion was as jarring as registering Natasha’s face in her head. Suddenly it felt like the Earth had shifted underneath her feet and she felt uneasy. Of course the thing to pull her back was Kennedy’s little voice.

“Sorry for running into you!” She says as if she was the one being so careless and clumsy. She’s completely oblivious to what is going on.

Watching Natasha laugh and bend over to reassure Kennedy that she hadn’t done anything wrong made Y/n’s blood run cold. She found herself warring with her needs and her wants. She needsto keep walking and leave as quickly as possible, but what her subconscious wants is to stay here and imagine Natasha being present for every single moment of the past seven years, including the day Kennedy entered Y/n’s life.

“I…I’m sorry,” Y/n repeats, this time her voice hoarse due to her dry mouth. She’s sure that Natasha is still able to read her like a book and knows how deathly nervous she is.

Natasha stands tall again and looks at her. She’s looking at her as if they’re old classmates or something like that; not people who once dated each other. It’s partially because Natasha doesn’t really know how to act around Y/n, but that’s not how Y/n takes it.

“It’s okay, Y/n.”

Kennedy looks between the two adults as they stand there silent. She’s so confused but her five year old brain would not be able to comprehend this moment even if someone tried to explain it to her. She doesn’t know why Y/n is frozen in the spot, not saying anything, and just staring at this stranger. She also doesn’t know why Y/n would be so scared of this random woman.

“Why are you here — I mean — why are you in the city? I never thought I’d see you here again,” Natasha laughs nervously.

“Work. I’m here for work,” Y/n responds curtly.

Natasha nods her head which makes Y/n nod her head too. It’s so awkward that Y/n wants the floor to open up and swallow her whole. She forgets all about the task at hand of going back to the hotel and unpacking all of their clothes for the next two weeks. She feels many emotions at once, some she doesn’t even have the words to describe, and that’s why she’s paralyzed. She’s wondering if she’s going to wake up any moment now and will still be on the plane.

“Excuse me!”

Without thinking, all three of them step to the side. Neither Natasha or Y/n realized they were blocking the exit to the cafe. Natasha can’t be mad at the guy who yelled at them because they were being a nuisance, but this is an important moment that Natasha doesn’t want to be ruined by outside influences.

Natasha never thought this would happen more so than Y/n. She didn’t think Y/n would want to step foot into this city ever again; she already wasn’t too fond of it, plus Natasha had given her a reason to hate it. She can’t decide which is more shocking, seeing Y/n here at this cafe where they met for the first time or that she has a child holding onto her hand for dear life right now. She can’t help but keep glancing down at the little girl because she’s desperately trying to see if she can recognize the traces of Y/n’s face in hers. Natasha had not checked up on Y/n after deleting her Myspace page, and she felt too guilty to find her on Facebook (if Y/n even used it).

She wonders if Y/n is still mad at her even after all of these years. She wouldn’t be able to blame her if she was mad. The more time Natasha had to sit with her thoughts she came to the conclusion that what she had done was shitty to say the least. Not just the break-up itself, but the entire relationship as a whole was a bad move on her part. She knew that in the moment when it was happening, but those few months after she felt worse and worse about it. What Natasha wasn’t expecting was to feel sobad about it right now. Y/n is not a young girl anymore, she’s 27 now, but in her face Natasha can still see some of that innocence she had in college. It’s good that a part of the light in her eyes hadn’t been completely dulled, but she’s so curious if it’s because she’s matured or not.

“How long are you staying in the city?”

Y/n is hesitant to even give her an answer. She knows what that question will lead to and she knows she won’t be able to decline any offers from Natasha. And that’s exactly why she answers, “two weeks.”

“Two weeks is a long time! What are you going to be doing.”

“Oh, I’m a research assistant. I’m going to be working in the university downtown. I didn’t want to do it, but you know how jobs give you better opportunities if you clear your whole life schedule and travel for them.”

What was a little joke to clear up some of that awkward air was a reminder of why it’s so awkward to be around Natasha in the first place. Y/n sees a change in Natasha’s face, a flash of guilt, but the redhead quickly washes it away. Y/n didn’t mean it in that way even though deep down she still has that resentment towards her ex-girlfriend.

“That sounds great,” Natasha’s eyes flash down to the little girl who is anxiously buzzing before looking back at Y/n, “well I won’t hold you two up any longer. But, I do want to extend an invite to have dinner. It’s the least I can do.” Through the formalities and faux friendly behavior is a show of humility from Natasha. The look in her eye is almost sympathetic, like a nice good meal is the best she can do to offer Y/n some comfort for a pain she caused seven years ago. “You two will probably be eating out a lot, so I can cook so you can have a homemade meal,” she continues.

Before she can’t process anything Y/n’s lips are moving and she’s agreeing to this plan.

“Great. I have a new place that’s nice and big, and I could use some guests to help me break in the place. We can exchange numbers and go from there.”

“It’s still (630) 555-3825, right?”

“Yeah,” Natasha is shocked that Y/n still remembers her number. She also can’t gloss over the fact that Y/n figured she wouldn’t change her number. “That’s exactly it.”

“I’ll call. Okay?” Natasha nods her head. Y/n looks down at Kennedy to check in with her; the little girl was growing restless just standing there and listening to the adults talk and they’re going to have to go soon. “I’ll see you later.”

Y/n gives her a small smile, the first one of the trip, and the first one Natasha has seen in years. It’s refreshing to see even if she can tell that it’s forced when she sees Y/n’s true emotions are right in her eyes.

Y/n walks past her and leaves the café with Kennedy in tow. Natasha is still a bit stunned that that actuallyhappened. It was like a movie moment in real life but without the glamor and a more painful feeling. She didn’t expect a happy reunion, but she at least thought the tension between the two would have lessened. It’s been 7 years, many career changes, and possibly many relationships later, that shouldrequire someone to move on to an extent. She hopes that the dinner will be more lighthearted and less awkward. She can’t believe Y/n accepted her offer, but if she’s anything like she remembers then Y/n still struggles to say no.

Natasha leaves the café and heads home in the opposite direction of Y/n’s hotel. What was once a decent, sunny morning turned into a bitter afternoon. It was the opposite of what Natasha felt inside. She felt an optimism that was almost uneasy. For years after that break-up she was desperate to make it up to Y/n for her ego’s sake. She wanted to prove to Y/n and herself that the break-up wasn’t just a power move. But, it is also easy for Natasha to delude herself when she wants to justify her actions that cause emotional harm. She’ll have to reevaluate what she gains from this and what she wants out of it, if she wants anything, but right now she revels in the happenstance.

That is until her phone begins to buzz and takes her out of the moment. An unfamiliar number pops up on her screen. She rarely answers calls from numbers she doesn’t know, but she does this time.

“Hello?”

“I’m just making sure you have my number.”

Natasha was not expecting Y/n to callher just five minutes later. Y/n didn’t expect to call her either but she wanted to hear that voice again and how it has changed so much yet still tugs on her heart all the same. She’s too stubborn to admit any of that to herself though.

“Oh okay. I have your number now.”

“Okay. My work schedule isn’t exactly always accurate so I’ll be the one calling you,” Y/n says matter of factly.

“That’s fine. I’m off of work every day at 4.”

“Okay I’ll call you when I can to set dinner up. Bye-“

Natasha quickly interrupts her before she can hang up, “Y/n?”

“Yes.”

“Can I ask you something? I don’t want to be rude or pry, but I’m just very curious.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Is that your daughter?”

Y/n is surprised Natasha hadn’t asked her sooner. She kept looking at Kennedy with a mix of fear and confusion when they were at the shop; Natasha tried to hide it in her eyes but it was so obvious to Y/n. There is no way that a person wouldn’t have many questions when seeing their ex with a small child. Maybe Natasha didn’t ask earlier because she wanted to be polite and not ask in front of Kennedy. Y/n is grateful for that.

“No. She’s not mine, but she is mine…if that makes sense.”

“It does.” It absolutely doesn’t make sense to Natasha, but now is not the time to try to get any more information out of Y/n. Despite there still being some confusion, Natasha feels a sense of relief wash over her at the answer.

“Okay, well I gotta go.”

“Okay, bye.”

“Bye bye.”

Natasha’s plans when leaving the house today to run some errands was to go home afterwards and continue her productive day. Now she feels like kicking her shoes off and taking a bottle straight from her wine cellar. Bucky is going to be in for a story tonight.

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Tue, 22 Feb 2022 14:28:46

Chatroom [10] ◇

Natasha Romanoff x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 5.7k.

Part Nine || Fin

Chatroom Masterlist

Summary:This time, it is Natasha who has her mind completely made up about this relationship.

A/N:Here’s the end of Chatroom. This story was originally supposed to only be a one-shot but the support for more chapters turned this into a complete series! Thank you for all the support on this story. There will be a sequel, Let Me In, which will begin in February. This is also the last fic of the year and it’s been a long one. Thank you all for sticking with me this year and if you’re a new follower then welcome! Let’s hope 2022 is better

The sun is so high in the sky today.

Winter’s consistent cold has finally broke. Everyone is enjoying the sun beaming onto their skin and the approaching end of the semester. Some people will be graduating, like Amy’s sort-of-kind-of boyfriend, but Y/n has two more years left.

When she was first applying to college, the prospect of staying in one place for four years felt like so much. She’s heard the horror stories about college and how stressful it can be. Her first year was not good for the most part. Her sophomore year was better, but still not the best. However, Y/n is feeling much more optimistic about these next two years because for the first time in her life she knows what she wants for herself

“Everyone is going to be going down to the pier, and the pizza place is going to be packed.”

“So where does that leave us?”

“I don’t know? Maybe we can hangout at the lounge? It’s always empty during the last week of school.”

Y/n is going to miss her friends more than usual this time around. She still feels little pangs of guilt for not telling them the full story of her relationship. There are still many things they don’t know about, but it didn’t seem necessary to get into the details of everything. They know the basic story and that’s fine for them. Y/n realizes how lucky she is that her friends didn’t just discard her after learning she kept something big from them.

“I can’t believe youof all people will be studying abroad,” Cindy pokes at Amy. It came as a surprise to both Cindy and Y/n. The girl who raved about being in a sorority and on the cheerleading team was leaving both behind to go study in Europe for an entire year.

“Why is it so shocking? I feel like I’m cultured! Maybe I’ll find myself a French boyfriend,” Amy jokes and Cindy laughs along. She wasn’t the only one who had studying abroad on her mind though, “how about you Y/n? Have you made your decision yet?”

The pamphlet sits in her backpack, waiting for her to read it again. The edges are curled over and slightly ripped from being stuffed inside with all those books and notebooks. Y/n has probably ready the pamphlet about ten times already; she’s had it for two weeks now. She was just so indecisive despite the encouragement from both of her friends. Even her parents weren’t turned off by the idea. The only person she didn’t run it by is Natasha. She isn’t sure how her girlfriend would react to her being gone for that long. Summer break is already long enough, but tack on an additional six months and it’s nearly a year along.

“I don’t know. My advisor said it’s still not too late, but I’m running out of time. It’s just…hard.”

She could always just wait until the second semester of her junior year. Maybe by then she’ll have the courage to talk to Natasha about it. But, she really wants to go as soon as she can. She spent hours on her laptop looking at Myspace pages and the blogs of people studying abroad. They looked so carefree, yet they were achieving so much and meeting new people. She remembers how much Natasha talked about traveling and how amazing it was for her.

“Yeah, you’re not like me; you actually have a relationship to think about. You should still do it. You don’t have to join me in France, but based off of the fact that your parents, of all people are agreeing to this then you should seize the opportunity.”

Her friends were pushing her to take the opportunity. Cindy was going to be without her best friends for a year, but she thinks this is a necessary step for them, especially for Y/n.

“I don’t know — it’s a lot to consider.” It is obvious to her friend that there is something holding her back, and that something is her relationship.

“Did you tell Natasha about it?”

“No. She’s been busy with work and I didn’t want to bother her. Our conversations have been fairly short since our trip. Both of us are just busy.”

It wasn’t a complete lie, but Y/n had plenty of chances to tell Natasha about this, but she caves every time. Y/n doesn’t like to acknowledge whyshe’s nervous to tell Natasha about this. It’s a positive thing yet she’s afraid. She fears that her girlfriend might dump her due to the distance, or worse, tell her to go and then forget about her while she’s gone. Her mind visuals herself logging onto Myspace and seeing photos of Natasha with someone else. But, considering that both of them have been using Myspace less and less, maybe she’ll just never hear from Natasha again. She could block Y/n’s number or change her own number.

Y/n finds her thoughts to be irrational, but they plague her mind. She shakes them away every chance she gets, but they come creeping in. She spent a whole week with Natasha just a mere two weeks ago, there isn’t a good reason why she thinks thisof all things would blow her relationship up. There have been more fumbles throughout their relationship, and this just can’t be one. Natasha has encouraged her to open up and this would be a pretty extreme way of opening up.

“But, I’ll try to tell her tonight — if I can reach her. If not tonight, then tomorrow night.”

“Good.”

Y/n takes a deep breath as Cindy and Amy go back to planning a get together. She shouldn’t be so nervous. She left the trip feeling happy and fulfilled. She didn’t hear the “I love you” that she expected, but it’s fine. She read in an online article that everyone says I love you at different times. She let it slip a few times but she tried to act like nothing happened. Some people have a hard time expressing themselves, and maybe Natasha is one of them. Y/n was fine with that, especially since she left the trip with something special. Around her wrist is an emerald green bracelet Natasha gifted to her. Coincidentally it was a bracelet that Natasha had gotten when she was in England, the country Y/n was considering studying abroad in. Everything felt like it was meant to be, which is why she doesn’t want to be so nervous about asking Natasha.

This is her taking the leap. This is her taking initiative in her life.

Her efforts are appreciated by her friends, even her parents, and most importantly herself. There is only one last important person in her life to tell, but Natasha is the person who will be the most proud of her.

Natasha was shutting off her desktop later than usual. Thanks to it officially being Spring, there was still some sunlight peeking over the horizon. It’s currently 7:02, two hours and two minutes after the usual time she leaves.

Everyone in the office could see the cloud hanging over her head, but no one asked her how she was. Hell, no one even approached her — she’s not the nicest co-worker in the building when she’s upset.

Time is her current scapegoat. Before it was bad luck, before it was otherpeople — but now it is time.

Natasha came to the realization that this relationship with Y/n has been the most inconsistent thing in her life. Even hooking-up with people was a more consistent thing. But, with Y/n it’s either a good time or a bad time, and it seems to teeter-totter between good and bad. Everything was perfect after she came home from the trip. Work was going good, her social life was going good, and her relationship was solid again. But of course there was another wrench thrown into her life. If only this had come before she met Y/n.

She thought that leaving late from work would be the solution to all of her problems, that way she could avoid her boss at all cost. She told Y/n she was working late hours at work (which isn’t a complete lie, but she didn’t feel like explaining how Myspace is banned on her job’s server after an incident where someone posted a photo of one of the bosses drunk at the annual holiday party). She was at her cubicle for hours, feeling closed in by the walls.

She sighs and shakes it off for another night. However, just as she begins to stand up, her boss is blocking her path.

“Why haven’t you answered my emails?”

Natasha felt like a kid getting caught stealing candy. Tony was going to catch her eventually, so it was naive of her to think she could avoid him at all cost.

“Sorry…sorry,” she shakes her head and smiles trying to appear as if the conversation between her and Tony genuinely slipped her mind, “I’ve been busy. I wasn’t ignoring you on purpose.”

Tony doesn’t believe her, but he isn’t going to argue with her. Natasha isn’t in trouble, but she’s avoiding him like she is. He’s not understand why his best employee is acting like this.

“Have you thought about the offer?”

“I have.”

“And?”

“I’m still thinking about it.”

Tony sighs in a mix of frustration and defeat. He can’t forceNatasha to say yes, but he won’t just accept a ‘no’ from her.

“You know I need you to answer soon, Natasha. The office in London is waiting for an answer, and you know I’m a man of punctuality!”

Tony’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard. She didn’t want to hear another word about the offer or the word ‘London’ – she could go an entire lifetime not hearing it ever again.

She looks away from her boss, and he’s no idiot. Natasha would never turn down an opportunity like this. In fact, she thought this offer was going to come to her a little over a year ago. She had been working hardto get that temporary office transfer to London, but was crushed when a former co-worker, Melina, got it. Natasha thought that shedeserved that spot. She was less than kind when complaining to Bucky about Melina who she claimed would be “gallivanting around the city with her legs wide open” in the city that she had dreamed about living in.

It was unfair then, and it’s unfair now. She didn’t have a relationship to consider when the rumors of her name being attached to the offer floated around the office nearly two years ago.

“If something is holding you back then get rid of it now,” Tony says suddenly.

Natasha holds back at gasp. It was like Tony was reading her mind and it was making everything so much worse.

“You shouldn’t let anything get in front of an opportunity like this — especially since you would have said yes in a heartbeatif this was two years ago. You’re not in your 20s anymore Natasha. You’re a big girl.”

Tony was basically telling her ‘take the offer or your career will suffer’. One thing that Natasha has mastered is reading between the lines. Even when she’s nervous or distracted, she knows that most people’s words have a double meaning. Working in business is not easy and she prepared herself to make hard decisions, but the last thing she expected to stand in her way is a relationship.

Natasha is not saying no to the offer. She was never going to say no to the offer. But, what she needed was time, the one thing she has been blaming over and over again. She needs time to think about what she’s going to do. Would it be fair to force a 20 year old girl into a long distance relationship? It’s already tough being an hour away from each other, how could they survive a 6 hour time difference with an entire ocean between them? Natasha knows that if she brings it up to Y/n that Y/n will be willing to accept it. She wonders if she should accept it too.

By the time she lands back in the states, Y/n will be a fresh college graduate and preparing herself for grad school; it would be perfect.

So, why does it seem like such a hard decision to make?

A long distance relationship just sounds so dreadful. Natasha enjoyed the trip with Y/n so much that she realized that she needs the closeness if this relationship is going to work. An hour is a barrier, but not as big of a barrier as her being away in another country. But, throwing an opportunity like this away for a relationship sounds very unlike her. That’s why she’s been trying to avoid Tony as much as possible — her thoughts are conflicting and change every single second.

Tony had left her alone to fester in the silence. He hoped that the little “pep talk” he gave her would push her into making the right decision. He specifically told the company that Natasha would be the perfect fit. Not only should she feel an ego boost from that, but it would be a pay raise, and when she comes back she’ll have an elevated position in the company. This is something she struggledto achieve. Taking on hard jobs with stupid long hours to get into grad school and finally getting her masters. She deservesthis after all that hard work.

Natasha figures her problems out herself, but she felt something nagging at her to ask someone for guidance about this. She leaves the office, pulling on her light jacket, and heads in the direction of the restaurant she was supposed to be at an hour ago.

Wanda called everyone to get together to celebrate. What is she celebrating? Quitting her job. Everyone found it so funny that she was gathering everyone to celebrate her being new unemployed, but Wanda hated her boss and hated that job so leaving called for celebration.

Everyone was already warmed-up, slightly tipsy, and full off of appetizers. No one noticed Natasha walk up to the table and take the spot designated for her over the gregarious air of the room. No one, except for Bucky who was seated right next to her.

“Where were you?”

“Work,” she says plainly as she takes her jacket off. Bucky was suspicious, but once he saw her outfit underneath her jacket he knew she was telling the truth. His eyes trail up to Natasha’s face and she looks an absolute mess.

“You look like shit. Do you want wine?”

Natasha gives him a harsh stare but nods her head in acceptance. She ran out of Merlot last week and hasn’t had the time to get more from the store. She just felt so tired and worn thin, the decision weighing heavy on her. The stress is written all over her face, it’s one of the first things Bucky noticed when she plopped down next to him. He struggled to find something to say. Usually Natasha has a better poker face, but now her guard is completely down. He runs through a list of things that could be the problem and at the top of the list is her relationship. Bucky hates to pry, but at the same time he doesn’t.

“Trouble in paradise? Oh, and how was your trip?” He pushes a plate of bread towards Natasha’s direction so she can have something to eat while she drinks. The last thing Natasha needs is to get shit-faced drunk when she has work in the morning.

“It was great. Too great.”

“Why do you say that like it’s a bad thing?”

Natasha looks around the table and no one is looking at her and Bucky. She leans into him as if they could even be heard over the different conversations going on at the table.

“I got an offer from Tony.”

“What? What is it?” Bucky was intrigued. He doesn’t know much about thee great Tony Stark aside from his reputation in the city and what Natasha tells him. From what he knows, Tony doesn’t just give out offers for fun.

“London. Two years. I’d be working with one of the sister companies, and I’d be making bank. Not only that, but I’d come back home to a senior position which is salaried.”

“Isn’t that the offer you wanted like a year ago? That would be amazingfor your career? Why is this a dilemma for you?”

Just as he’s finishing his question, Bucky quickly realizes whythis is a dilemma for her. It’s that relationship of hers that makes her hesitate. Bucky is surprised her relationship has lasted this long despite Y/n’s young age. Of course there are things he doesn’t know, but Natasha was buzzing after her trip. She even changed her relationship status on Facebook to ‘in a relationship.’ For other people that’s just a given, but for Natasha it is a big deal. Bucky gave Y/n a bit of a hard time, but she seemed like a good girl. Of all the things that might end the relationship, Bucky didn’t see this coming. Neither did Natasha which is why she’s so anxious right now.

“Does she know about it?”

“No.”

“Well you have to tell her.”

“I know, I know. I’m not stupid.”

Natasha was being incredibly short with Bucky. He sighs in frustration, but he doesn’t expect anything else from his friend. She’s not going to just spill her guts at the dinner table, he’s going to have to pry it out of her though.

“You should tell her soon. You’ve been seeing her for over a year now, right? This is a very big deal, Nat.”

“I know. I’ve been meaning to tell her, but whenever we talk on the phone the conversations are short. I also wanted to tell her in person, but she can’t find the time to come to the city. This isn’tsomething I want to discuss on the phone, it just seems unfair to do that to her. But, it seems like it’s going to happen that way.”

“Well, what are you thinking? What are you considering?”

“I’m not turning that offer down. I’d be the dumbest bitch on the planet if I did that. But, if I break-up with Y/n then I’ll feel like the biggest bitch on the planet — either way I feel like a bitch but there has to be a less painful option.”

“So you’re considering long distance?”

“Yes. But, why does that feel like a cop out? It just sounds sounfair to do that to Y/n. She’s 20…why would she want to be in a relationship like this? I can’t be there for her like she wants me to, and if I’m that far away I won’t be there at all. She could date anyone at her college-“

“Someone more age appropriate?”

Bucky knew that was a point of contention in their relationship, at least on Natasha’s side. He wonders if Y/n knows more about her now that it’s been a year. It’s easier for Natasha to hide parts of herself and her life when her girlfriend is 50 miles away and in college.

“I ruined her birthday,” Natasha says with a sigh. Her stomach growls in hunger, but she can’t bring herself to eat right now. She only came because she didn’t want to be alone, “she said everything was fine because I took her on the trip, but when is she going to stand up for herself? I would’ve ended my relationship if my older girlfriend did what I did to her. I don’t want to throw a pity party for myself, but I haven’t been a good girlfriend at all, yet she still sees potential in this? I can’t help but wonder if it’s just because she’s never experienced this before or if it’s because it’s me.”

“From what you tell me, it seems like she reallylikes you. She was shy and kept clinging to you at your birthday party. She seems like a nice girl too.”

“What would you do if you were me?”

“C’mon, Nat, that’s not fair to ask,” Bucky says abruptly. Bucky has had his fair share of messy relationships, but nothing like this. He’s never had a glaringly obvious age gap in his relationship. “My opinion can only mean so much because I don’t know all that has happened between you two.”

“I still want your opinion. You’re one of my closest friends, Bucky.” She wasn’t going to lay off him until he was telling her exactly what she wanted to hear.

“I think you should stay with her if you reallywant to. It seems like she makes you happy. I don’t think there has ever been a time where I saw you smiling at your phone because you got a text. Maybe the space is something you both need. You’ll both grow in two years time. And who knows, maybe Y/n will break it off.”

Natasha hadn’t thought about that being a possibility. Maybe it will be Y/n who is turned off by the distance and wants to end things. That relieves Natasha for some reason. She just doesn’t want to hurt Y/n. She could temper her own heartbreak if Y/n wants to end things.

“Okay…okay…I’ll talk to her tomorrow.”

“Good. Whatever happens, don’t blame me,” he jokes.

Natasha gives him a half-hearted smile. Talking did help, but this is something that shehas to figure out herself. She knew from the beginning what her decision would be, but she had to put herself through the wringer before facing the hard part. Her mind is completely made up, and it has been for some time.

Two essays down with two more to go.

Y/n was ahead of her personal schedule and she felt on top of the world. It was a warm day today, and the rain didn’t come like the forecast said it would. And, her roommate was not being as strict as she was last semester. She herself was up working on a paper. Their backs are to each other as they work at their desks, the light over their desks hurting both of their eyes.

Y/n felt her phone buzz which gave her the perfect excuse to pull her eyes away from her laptop. She had a break scheduled in about 30 minutes from now, but she needed it now. Her eyes light up when she sees that it’s Natasha calling. She pulls out of her desk and leaves the room before answering the phone.

“Hold on, let me go to the lounge,” she says before Natasha could get a word out.

She walks down the hallway, the hallway with awful reception. The call drops without her realizing it. She was lucky that the lounge was empty so she could call Natasha back.

“Hey.”

“Hi, sorry about that. The reception in the dorms sucks. But, I’m here now.”

“You’re here now.”

Now that she’s settled into the call, Y/n reminds herself that she has something to tell Natasha. She’s worried about her reaction, but it’s now or never since tomorrow is the last day to notify her advisor whether she is going to do it or not.

“I have something really, reallyimportant to tell you.”

“I do too.”

“O-Okay,” Y/n says shyly, “you go first!”

“I wanted to tell you this in person because it’s an important thing and not something we should be discussing over the phone, I respect you more than that, but I know neither of us will be able to find the time and I’m on a time crunch so we have to do it this way. I got a job offer out of the country and I’m taking it. I already told Tony yesterday that I’m going.”

Natasha’s voice is dry. She had to down a full glass of wine before calling Y/n. She was slightly dizzy, but her words came out smoothly. She felt like she was out of her body and her lips were moving without her being mindful of it.

“Oh…that’s great!” Y/n wondered if Natasha could hear the fakeness of her voice. It’s not like she’s not happy for her girlfriend, it’s just that she doesn’t know what this means for them. This also makes it harder for her to tell Natasha her important news. More time and more distance between the two sounds like something that would end a relationship.

“I’ll be going at the end of the Summer, so we only have a little bit of time left. I’ll be gone for two years…I know that’s such a long time, but in college the time flies. I’m sure you’ll be preoccupied with all the college stuff you do and whatever your friends get you into. I understand if this doesn’t sound ideal though. I’ll be off in London and you’ll be in the states.”

“You’re going to London?”

“Yeah?” Natasha was confused. Not because of the question, but because of the tone of Y/n’s voice. The upturn of her voice couldn’t be anything other than happiness?

“Well that’s great because my big news is that I’m thinking about studying abroad and I wanted to go to England! I don’t have enough time to learn another language so that was one of my only options. The school Brecker is partnered with has a great biology program. I don’t know if it’s in London but we would still be in the same country! Oh god I was so nervous to tell you about it because I didn’t want to be so far away from you, but we can still be close!”

Y/n felt over the moon. It was too perfect to be a coincidence that Natasha was going to London and she has the opportunity to study in England for a full school year if she wants to. Her excitement is boiling over, but Natasha doesn’t share the same excitement. It’s perfect, right?

“Don’t you think this is great? That way we would only be apart for a year. I know I have the freedom here at college, but can you imagine how things will be in another country with just the two of us?” Y/n was met with silence from the other side of the phone, and it was beginning to get to her. “Isn’t it great? I was so nervous to tell you, but everything worked out.”

The desperation in her voice was becoming palpable. Natasha’s voice was caught in her throat. She was completely blindsided and not prepared for this. One of the many things she wanted in life was to travel the world with someone she loves. But, that person isn’t supposed to be a college student; a girl who just entered her 20s.

“It sounds great Y/n,” she says with a sigh, “but I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“What?”

“You shouldn’t upend your life for me.”

“But I’m not. I-I wanted to go but was afraid that the news would upset you, but now we still have a chance to be together! You should be happy about this.”

“Y/n. You’re a 20 year old girl. If you want to study abroad then that’s great, but you shouldn’t be concerned about me or following me around.”

“How am I following you around? It’s just a coincidence but it’s a good one. Why are you not happy?”

Natasha groans in frustration. Y/n was having trouble reading between the lines. This was not how things were supposed to go. She was supposed to tell Y/n about the job transfer. She had no plans to end the relationship because in reality she expected Y/n to dump her.

“At 20, you shouldn’t be so concerned about a serious relationship.”

“So why did you get into a relationship with me then!? You knew how old I was…and I still don’t even know how old youare! You don’t tell me anything! It’s like you don’t even want to be in a relationship with me and now you’re coming up with some bullshit excuse.”

Her voice fills the lounge on her floor and bellows down the hallways. A few of the girls on her floor can hear her voice — it’s just another break-up happening in the sophomore lounge.

"You need to let this go Y/n.”

“I can’t! I can’t! It’s not fair! You’re giving up! Why are you giving up!?”

“Because you’re too fucking stupid to realize that I’m doing what’s best for you! Even if you study abroad in England, what if it’s not in London? What if we’re separated even more than we are now? And who’s to say that you won’t be too busy to see me or vice versa? You shouldn’t…you shouldn’t have to hesitate on life decisions just because of me. You’re at a time in your life that is greatly unique. This is the only time in your life where you will feel like you have no real responsibilities in life. There is a lot of ugly shit in this world and it’s not easy-“

“You’re not making any sense. What does any of that have to do with us!? You knew I was in college, you knew I was 19 when we began dating, but you decided to continue a relationship with me. Youdid that, not just me. I didn’t get into this relationship alone so I don’t know why you’re just talking about random stuff. We can be together, so why are you doing this? Are you doing this just to hurt me?”

Natasha can’t give her a clear answer. Hell, she doesn’t even have one herself. When she left the office today, she told herself that she was going to let Y/n make the call about their relationship. But, she didn’t think Y/n would just have the “perfect” solution to the distance. Natasha can’t put her finger on why it’s imperative to end things right now, but she knows it’s the right thing to do. The right thing to do was back off Y/n when she learned her age and her upbringing. There are so many similarities between the two of them except that when Natasha got to college she threw allcaution to the wind and get burned. She doesn’t want the same for Y/n. What would be worse? Both being in the same foreign country and slowly beginning to drift apart because of being busy and self-discovery, or ending things now? This is not a fairy tale. Just because Y/n thinks things are fine doesn’t mean they are. She just keeps ignoringeverything. There was shit she shouldn’t have ignored. Natasha found herself slightly turned off by her passive behavior. As painful and awful as it is, Natasha believes that this is what Y/n needs to learn to stand up for herself. If Natasha had learned this lesson at 20 like Y/n then she wouldn’t have wasted her 20s in such shitty relationships.

“You need to form an identity of your own. When you grow up the way you did it’s easy to latch onto someone. Are you going to trail me the rest of my life?”

“We are in a relationship. Why are you acting so annoyed that I want us to be together!?”

“I want you to be your own person,” Natasha continues. She was tuning Y/n’s voice out so she could get through this without breaking down. She finds it hard to believe that Y/n would take her back if she suddenly changed her mind and puts on a happy voice and says that this will be great, but she knows that Y/n will let her put her through all that heartache just to hear what she wants to hear. “You don’t understand. You’re not going to understand for a very long time, but this is necessary.

“B-But I love you,” her voice wavered as tears slipped down her face. She felt stupid for crying, stupid for being so vulnerable. How could she not see this coming? They just spent a week together not too long ago and it was the best time of her life. Y/n had come to the conclusion that she lovesNatasha on that trip. She’s never been in love so she doesn’t know if that’s how she currently feels but she felt like she could get to that point. Why was Natasha stopping her dead in her tracks before she could come to that point? Why doesn’t Natasha understand her?

“You need to let this go. Let mego. I’m just one person, you’ll meet a thousand more people in your life that will mean much more to you than I do. Everything feels so big and life-changing right now but that’s because you’re 20. You have so much ahead of you and I don’t want to give you a complex because I’m selfish-”

“But you’re being selfish right now! You’re not listening to me at all!”

Natasha sighs. For the last time she opens her mouth to speak to Y/n.

“Please take care of yourself.”

The phone plays it’s call-ended sound, and it sounded out so loudly in Y/n’s ears. She stares at her phone, almost wanting to throw it across the room and let it break into pieces as if it was the person who hurts her. Her vision is slightly blurred as she bites back her rage. It simmers inside of her and makes her head hurt. She gets broken up with and all she gets is a ‘please take care of yourself’. Natasha’s words repeat in her head like a mantra that makes her sick to her stomach.

She has no answer and no clear understanding of what just happened. Just herself and the useless sentence: please take care of yourself.

Y/n has never felt so alone in her life.

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Thu, 30 Dec 2021 14:01:50

Natasha Romanoff x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 4.1k.

Part Eight||Part Ten

Chatroom Masterlist

Summary:Y/n and Natasha continue their trip and enjoy each other’s company alone.

Content:age gap, some angst, fluff, smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI), semi-public sex, fingering, tribing.

A/N: One more chapter left of Chatroom! This one is pretty lighthearted to prepare for the calm before the storm

Natasha told her that burnt toast is the best way to eat. Y/n thought they were too charred to even eat but her girlfriend convinced her otherwise. She giggled while she explained how browner the perfect toast is with such conviction. It felt silly but Natasha talked so passionately about it as if someone had told her all her life she was wrong about her opinion on bread.

And Y/n realizes what she likes most about Natasha. It was silly to see the admirable trait of being passionate come through when she’s talking about bread, but Y/n is certain that she could talk about paint drying on a wall and she’d look at her with stars in her eyes. She has a passion that Y/n has never witnessed herself — a lust for life if you will. The people around her are exploring life, but there is just something so attractive about a person who has it together while not being solely tied down to their career every waking moment. It seems more meaningful than the trap of college life where you’re trying to party hard yet come out of college unscathed. Natasha has direction in her life, something that feels hard to grasp in the throes of college and preparing yourself for life beyond while in a totally new environment.

Y/n would like to feel like she has her life together someday. She never worried or thought about that until she met Natasha. Her main concern prior to this relationship was finding herself and being able to open — she feels like she has been able to do that with this relationship. However, she’s still in college where her life feels a little bit jumbled.

She is aware that right now she fits into Natasha’s life as much as a square peg fits into a round hole, but she hopes that doesn’t deter her from wanting to be with her. Aspects of their lives and personality make them incompatible, but there are so many great things that keep them bonded together. If both of them can just hold on for a little longer then things will fall into place.

“What do you want to do today?”

Natasha’s voice cuts through her thoughts and Y/n had no clue she was just staring at her as she sat across from her. She tries to play it off, hoping that she hadn’t been caught. She just looks so good in her morning attire with the scratchy voice to match.

“I don’t know…what do you have planned for us?”

“Well we could go down to the river nearby. It’s not warm enough for a swim, but it’s still beautiful down there. Or we could go hiking. Either one sounds fine to me.”

“I wanna go hiking! I’ve never been to the dunes but Amy told me that they’re so beautiful and I gotta see it.”

“Then we’ll do that,” she tilts her head to see the clock on the stove that reads ‘11:23’, “we can head out at 1. That’ll give us plenty of time to get ready.”

Natasha gets up and walks over to Y/n’s side of the table and kisses the top of her head. In front of her was a plate of the simple breakfast she made for them. There wasn’t much to work with in the house. Natasha appreciated the effort. It was a new experience for her to wake up to noises coming from the kitchen and the smell of food in the air. It felt oddly domestic which was both comforting and frightening for her.

After last night, Natasha decided that she wasn’t going to bring up her feelings or acknowledge them for the entire trip. Y/n deserves the peace of knowing that her girlfriend does indeed like her. She feels guilty about the birthday fiasco, but Y/n acts like everything is fine so she decides it’s not worth bringing up on the trip. Y/n only acts like there isn’t an obvious problem because she’s clueless about how relationships work. Sometimes Natasha wants to be blunt with her. Y/n should be mad at her, she should want to stick up for herself and call her out. Every second that passes where she doesn’t do that Natasha feels like pushing her to do so, but she feels like that would do more harm than good. There is just no gentle way to confront reality and it sucks. She wishes she would have never been selfish in the beginning.

Natasha has to force herself to quit from thinking about exactly what she told herself to avoid. She doesn’t want to ruin this trip because of pessimism. Instead she turns her focus to packing for their hike. It’s not a hot day, but she wants to be prepared. It’s Y/n’s first time visiting the dunes and she doesn’t want it to be a bad experience. She contemplates packing one of the toys her eyes gloss over. She has a few that she hasn’t used on Y/n just yet and she’s excited to explore during this trip. However she decides not to pack one of their toys for now. She can’t promise herself that the outing will be completely innocuous, but she’s already equipped with what she needs to get her girlfriend off. The dunes are nearby and she can’t wait for Y/n to see them. She’s sure that she’ll love it and she hopes it can give them the much needed peace deserved after the last two weeks.

“How close are we?”

“Less than a mile baby.”

Y/n wanted to groan but she feels like she’s complained enough already.

The forecast had lied to them and it was warmer than expected. Y/n was wearing a sweater, the one with Natasha’s alma mater on it, when they first began their journey on one of the dune trails. Now it’s tired around her waist and she’s in a sports bra. It’s a little bit too small for her and it’s very noticeable. She only wore it because she didn’t think she’d have to take her sweater off. Natasha felt childish for ogling her tits, but Y/n is her girlfriend after all and she just can’t help but to stare at what’s hers.

They’ve been walking for a good 30 minutes. Y/n was growing exhausted, but Natasha wanted to show her something. She promised her that the work it takes to make it to their destination will pay off and Y/n hopes it’s true. They pass by multiple mile markers and Y/n counts down until they finally reach the next full mile. The trail breaks off into two separate ones. Y/n is about to walk down the one on the left before Natasha stops her.

“Here.”

Natasha grabs Y/n’s hand and leads her to the trail on the right. Y/n is a bit worried that a lot more walking is ahead of them, but she sees that the trail has reached a dead end. It’s not really a scenic area so Y/n is sort of confused as to why Natasha really wanted them to come to this spot.

“We can take some time to rest here. I doubt anyone will stumble upon us — plus we get this view.”

Natasha points to the vast opening where they can see the Earth stretch out for miles and miles. They can see the other trails and so much more. Y/n has never considered herself an outdoorsy person but Natasha didn’t lie when she said this would be perfect.

After just staring at the landscape beyond her for a few minutes, she turns to Natasha and sees that she has set up a blanket on the ground for them to sit on.

“Come sit with me,” she pats the space beside her.

Y/n happily walks over and sits down. She’s grateful for Natasha packing all the stuff she did or else this would be a much more miserable time. There is even more water than she has in her water bottle and a few snacks. Y/n’s hand is reaching for the grapes and she quickly opens up the baggy before popping a few in her mouth.

“So…how do you like the view?”

“It’s perfect,” Y/n says after swallowing what was left in her mouth, “how many times have you been here?”

“Countless times. I would always come with friends, or by myself, but never with someone I’ve dated.”

The revelation makes Y/n feel special. She doesn’t make a big deal of the comment but she keeps it stored away in her mind.

“I love the city, don’t get me wrong, but this is perfect. When I get old and retire someday I want to leave the city. I don’t know if I’ll necessarily move close out here or out of state, but I want to spend the last of my days out by nature.”

“Really? I guess I haven’t thought about that far out in my life.”

“If you live more than five years in the city, then you’d get what I’m saying.”

Y/n lived in the suburbs all of her life so city life was a foreign thing to her. All of her treks to see Natasha and going into the city made her feel oddly mature. Her parents told her cities are so dangerous and filled with rude people, but she’s never encountered any of that. The city was colorful and filled with so many different people. She found Natasha to be so lucky that she could step outside her apartment and have countless options for things to do on a day off. Y/n has been looking up schools in the city for that very reason. She almost considered transferring in the middle of her undergraduate years, but it’s just easier to wait until she graduates. She hasn’t said anything to Natasha about it because she’s unsure of how she’ll react. Would her close presence be unwanted? It’s hard to find the answer, especially after the last two weeks.

“I can tell when you’re thinking,” Natasha teases her. She leans back and props herself up on her elbows, “it’s written all over your face whenever you’re thinking too much.”

“Is it that obvious?” Y/n giggles as she lays down next to Natasha.

An arm wraps around her shoulder and draws her in closer. Everything feels perfect — almost like it did in the beginning. Y/n forgets about the problems of the last two week, in fact she thinks about any and all of the problems they’ve had. It all feels so small and asinine now. Y/n loves Natasha so much that she’s willing to look past the petty stuff. It’s finally set in that she’s in love with her girlfriend and now it’s time to move through life together. Y/n wants to know so much more about Natasha. She feels like she’s always talking about her life and her past, but barely knows about Natasha besides the small tidbits from casual conversation.

“Did you like doing this kind of stuff when you were a kid?” Y/n asks, breaking the silence.

“Sometimes. My parents would take me camping. It was one of the few times I felt like I was able to be a kid. I used to get made fun of by my classmates that I didn’t know how to skip rocks, but I learned how to on my very first camping trip. It’s so stupid, but stuff like that really makes you feel alienated when you’re a kid who doesn’t know better.”

Y/n could relate so much to Natasha’s upbringing so she wonders why she doesn’t open up about it much. It could be hard for her to do, but Y/n understands what she went through.

“That was me but with crayons. My parents wouldn’t give me the big 48 pack of crayons while everyone else had them. They thought it would make me ‘spoiled’ and turn into a brat. In hindsight it’s was such a small thing to be upset about but I was in 1st grade and it felt like the end of the world for me.”

“Most of it was small silly stuff, but that denial of small things snowballs into bigger things,” Natasha inhales deeply, “let’s change the subject. We’re out here and it’s so beautiful, let’s not ruin that.”

Y/n nods her head. She doesn’t believe that opening up is going to “ruin” their time out here, in fact she thinks it’ll bring them closer, but she doesn’t protest. Besides, she has no choice but to not talk about it when Natasha kisses her.

It was mostly to placate her. She doesn’t want Y/n to think she’s trying to shut her down, but now is just not the time to talk about those things. She feels Y/n melting underneath her and she feels like her mission has been accomplished.

“You’re so pretty,” Natasha says between kisses. Y/n hums into the kiss and arches her back to press her body closer to Natasha. Y/n hoped that this spot is as secluded as Natasha said because it would be embarrassing to be caught like this.

Natasha’s hands rested idly on her sides before she began to tug at her leggings. The action was making Y/n wet because she knows exactly what Natasha wants. She wants her too and the thrill of doing something so private out here makes her feel delirious with lust. Natasha places her head in her neck and begins to suck on her skin. Y/n sighs and whimpers when Natasha nips at the most sensitive parts of her skin.

A hand snakes between them and Natasha applies pressure to Y/n’s clit through her leggings. Those little gasps and sighs of pleasure are heavenly to her. She’s obsessed with getting Y/n off so much that it makes her impatient. She’s eagerly tugging at her leggings while still kissing her neck.

“Natasha,” Y/n whimpers. Everything was happening so fast and she couldn’t stop it. But she didn’t want it to stop. This is Natasha’s way of showing her love. It becomes increasingly obvious that it’s not easy for Natasha to open up, but she shows it physically and that’s enough for Y/n.

Natasha pulls away from her neck and sits up on her knees. She removes her own t-shirt to reveal her sports bra. She grabs Y/n’s bra before Y/n is taking it off herself. The warm air hits her tits and instantly hardens her nipples. Y/n groans as she feels them pebbling. Natasha grabs the sweater around her waist and Y/n assumes she’s going to discard it somewhere but she instead places it over her head.

“I want you to wear it,” Natasha declares. Seeing Y/n in her clothes turns her on so much. It’s a little too warm to be wearing it, and their activities are going to heat her up even more, but Natasha is too selfish right now.

Y/n puts it on and it covers her up but it doesn’t deter Natasha from reaching underneath her shirt and squeezing her tits. Y/n’s sighs get a little bit louder, especially when Natasha’s fingers swipe across her hard nipples.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Y/n nods her head while biting down on her bottom lip.

Natasha gets Y/n’s leggings off leaving her in just her underwear. Natasha is still partially clothed, but Y/n begins to tug at her sweat pants.

“You’re just so eager,” Natasha teases her for being hasty just like she is. It’s all lighthearted because once Natasha gets Y/n’s panties off she’s not going to be able to control herself.

“I don’t want to be the only one naked,” Y/n says with a pout.

Natasha gives her what she wants and takes her sweatpants off, but she quickly turns the attention back to Y/n. She hooks her fingers in the elastic and pulls her underwear off. Now she’s left in nothing but Natasha’s college sweater. Her hair is a bit disheveled from their fumbling on the blanket. She looks so hot like this, but Natasha wants to make her look even more of a mess. She’s possessive and likes to be reminded that she’s the only one who does this to Y/n.

Y/n felt slightly vulnerable being exposed like this, but she feels safe with Natasha. Natasha grabs her hips and pulls her across the blanket. Y/n gasps at the sudden movement and those gasps turn to whimpers of pleasure when Natasha dips two fingers into her pussy.

“Oh my god,” she whines.

She’s reminded of what they did just the day before when Natasha pushes her fingers in deeper. Y/n is so wet, soaking every inch of her digits as she slowly pulls them in and out. Y/n is too embarrassed to look at herself getting finger fucked, but Natasha can’t pull her eyes away. Her pussy is so deliciously warm and wet. Her slow pace is damn near tortuous but Natasha is having so much fun hearing Y/n whine and whimper like a bitch in heat.

“Your pussy is so tight. No matter how many times I stretch you out, your pussy is always wrapped so snugly around my fingers.”

Y/n’s body is heating up and it’s not just because of the outside temperature. Natasha’s fingers are somehow too much and not enough at the same time. She is constantly on a rollercoaster of emotions with Natasha’s but the highs are so high.

“Natasha,” Y/n whines again. It’s like that’s the only thing she can say because that is the only thing that matters.

The call of her name makes Natasha move her fingers in and out of her faster. She watches and hears the lewd sound of her fingers splashing in her wetness. Y/n’s pussy is already creaming around her fingers and it really hasn’t been that long. She just loves how responsive and needy Y/n gets.

As much as it’s fun to turn her into an impatient mess, Natasha is becoming one herself. She pulls her finger out of Y/n’s pussy and they’re covered in her slick. She sits back so she can take her own pants off and her panties follow suit.

“W-What are you doing?”

This was something new for Y/n. Natasha straddled her and placed her legs around her legs to make them fit like a puzzle piece. She was rendered speechless when Natasha placed her pussy on top of hers. She was wet and sticky. Their arousals mix together as Natasha begins to swirl her hips so their clits can roll over each other. She grabs onto Y/n’s leg tightly for leverage. Y/n has no clue what they’re doing but it feels so good.

“Nothing feels better than your pussy on mine,” Natasha confesses as her voice cracks. She feels like she’s in heaven now. “So fucking wet for me.”

Y/n was just laying there while Natasha did most of the work. She was so overwhelmed but Natasha was so much more composed than her. Y/n felt herself getting closer and closer every time Natasha moved her hips. She ground herself harder against Y/n’s pussy, chasing her high as much as she was concerned with making Y/n cum.

“Pussy is so sweet baby,” Natasha’s voice is now whiny which matches Y/n’s.

Her fast thrust makes Y/n’s tits juggle underneath the sweater. Natasha nearly cums at the sight of those pretty tits jiggling under hersweater, her alma mater sewed proudly into the soft fabric. She’s never felt so much pride in claiming someone as ‘hers’. It’s been a long time since she could say that. Flashes of regret hit her as she wishes she would have showed Y/n off at her birthday party. There are many things she could have done better, but Natasha can’t fix it now. Sometimes it feels futile to do so.

“I’m gonna cum Natasha!”

Y/n’s voice pulls her out of the daze. It was easy to get lost in contemplation when her hips were moving absentmindedly for her. But Y/n always somehow pulls Natasha into the reality where everything is fine. That clashes with the only reality that exists, but she can pretend until it becomes her reality because that’s all she wants.

“Cum for me baby,” Natasha leans down so her face was inches away from Y/n’s face, but her pussy is still on Y/n’s, grinding feverishly. “I want to feel you cum against me baby. You’re so goddamn wet.”

Y/n kisses Natasha with all the energy she has left in her. It’s going to be so hard to trek back down that trail, but that’s the bridge she’ll cross when she gets to it. She’s lost in the moment and the sweetness of her girlfriend’s lips against hers. Their kiss is so soft and delicate compared to the rough and fast movements of their hips. Y/n cums first, moaning against Natasha’s lips which sends a vibration throughout her body.

The feeling of Y/n’s pussy gushing against hers triggers Natasha orgasms. She’s the one who pulls away from the kiss so she can let out a strangled moan. She still grinds even as she grows sensitive. It’s Y/n who is the one who stops them, her hands gripping Natasha’s hips to bring her to a halt.

Natasha stops moving, but she rolls Y/n around so she’s on top. Her lips are back on hers and she never wants them to part. She kisses her feverishly, her tongue sliding into her mouth. It’s so lascivious that it makes the shy girl in Y/n all bashful. But the person on the outside is kissing back with so much passion. She’s come such a long way and her being able to be comfortable with her sexuality is a big step for her.

They could go forever, and it almost seems like they’re going to until a rock falls and makes both of them jump. Y/n yelps and Natasha looks in the direction of the fallen rock. When they realized it was just a rock and not a person, they relaxed. Y/n laughs at herself for getting all scared and yelping like that. Natasha joins her before she kisses her exposed collar bone.

“Was that good?” She asks against her skin.

“So good. It’s always so good with you.”

Hearing that makes Natasha’s heart pump faster and she feels up with warmth. She’s a grown woman but she feels like a teenager in love. It’s scary that someone so young is able to make her feel like this.

That mere thought makes her become hesitant again. She pulls her lips away from Y/n’s collarbone but she does it in a way that isn’t sudden and won’t worry Y/n. Her girlfriend has a big, satisfied smile on her face.

“I love being out here with you. I love this trip so far.”

Y/n was fawning over the trip, and what they just did, but what she really wanted to say was that she loved Natasha. She just feels like it’s too soon when considering their relationship. If they lived nearby and were able to function like a regular couple then she would have no problem saying it. It’s been a little over a year of them being together, how could Y/n not love Natasha?

Natasha has strong feelings for Y/n too, but it takes her much more to say 'I love you’. She’s only said it to one girlfriend and she truly meant it then. She still has love for that girlfriend, but she’s not inlove with her. She isn’t in love with anyone, but Y/n brings her good feelings that she hasn’t felt in a long time.

Her growing love for Y/n makes her believe that what Y/n wants is the opposite that she needs.

But, that is a problem for another day.

They’re on a trip together, enjoying the beautiful view of the dunes and the surrounding nature. Nothing else matters. Whatever problems arise in the future will be addressed then. For now they just have each other and the silence that falls between them. That’s all they needed — a moment of stillness in the quiet chaos of their relationship.

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Fri, 17 Dec 2021 15:34:24

Natasha Romanoff x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 6.6k.

Part Seven ||Part Nine

Chatroom Masterlist

Summary: The aftermath of Y/n’s birthday doesn’t go how she or her friends expected.

Content:age gap, some angst (mostly in the beginning), fluff, smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI), sex toys, edging, oral, overstimulation.

It’s been two weeks since Y/n’s birthday and life has been a complete mess since. She’s not sure when her friend decided to live a double life or when she got a girlfriend because Y/n still didn’t tell her more than that she has been seeing this “Natasha” person for nearly a year. Cindy had to go snooping on Y/n’s Myspace page only to find Natasha on her friend’s list. There were a few innocuous comments from Y/n on her profile too. She combed through her entire page, growing more confused as she looked deeper. This person was clearly older than the three of them and lived in the city. The more she discovered, the more confused she became.

Amy didn’t know how to navigate the situation either. She was the most clueless one out of the two. At least Cindy knew that Y/n liked someone. Amy just thought her friend was going through her life as usual. But there were small things about Y/n that had changed that neither of them were able to notice until now. She did dress slightly differently and seemed to have more confidence in herself. They just thought that she was finally letting loose and was beginning to enjoy her college years, never in a million years did they think it was because Y/n was in a relationship.

Y/n slept at Cindy’s dorm that night, but she was gone first thing in the morning before Cindy could see her. She had gone ghost all weekend. It felt appropriate to give her some space, but when they didn’t see her Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, it was time for them to check in on her.

Cindy knew that at 2pm on Thursday Y/n was leaving her English Literature class. They waited outside until people began filing out of the room. Y/n didn’t notice them at first but jumped when it registered to her that her friends were outside of her classroom waiting for her. Her plan of avoiding them until Spring Break wasn’t going to work because they wanted answers.

“We need to talk.”

The three of them ended up at Cindy’s dorm since it was the only place that would be private enough for them to sort things out.

With her friends standing in front of her, arms crossed, while she sits on the couch, Y/n felt like she was a child again. In hindsight, of all the people she hid her relationship from, it shouldn’t have been her friends. She was just scared about what they would think and if they would judge Natasha for being older. That had come to bite her in the ass.

“When were you going to tell us you have a girlfriend? One that is like ten years older than us at that!?”

“She’s not ten years older than us.”

“Are you sure? Because she definitely isn’t 20 or 21. She works in a goddamn office!”

Y/n couldn’t be mad at her friends for finding Natasha’s Myspace page and dissecting it. If she had just been open about this from the beginning then they could be avoiding all of this.

“She’solder, but she’s not old. I’m not the only one who has been with someone older!” Y/n points at Amy, “Ben was 25 when you were just 19!” She was only accusatory because she couldn’t take the heat from her friends.

“He was 23 and we weren’t dating. We didn’t even hang out! All we did was send a couple flirty messages on Myspace. That’s different from being in a secret relationship for a whole year!”

“Okay, then how old is she?” Cindy says quickly after Amy is done.

Y/n feels attacked from both sides and Cindy of all people did not seem to be on her side.

“I…I don’t know.”

Cindy sighed, her head falling forward while Amy laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. These two were acting like parents, but if they had been Y/n’s parents they would have been calling up some young adult Christian camp and sending her off within a week. This is bad, but Y/n holds onto the fact that it could be much worse. Once the shock and annoyance subsides, Y/n will be able to explain everything to them without them being mad at them. But, she has quite a bit to tell them and she isn’t sure how they’ll take it.

“How do you not know your own girlfriend’s age? I mean – she knows how old you are, right?”

“Yes, but-”

“Okay, but how do you not know? That just sounds fucking bizarre to me, Y/n.”

“Please just let me explain!”

“Yes, please do!”

Her friends are all ears to hear how this whole thing came about. Still, even as Y/n told them everything, every single detail, and how they got to this point, they were so confused. Amy was stuck on the fact that she just happened to meet someone who lives an hour away on Chatzy of all places. It seems like pure luck, but it almost sounds too good to be true. Cindy was shocked that Y/n was actually taking trips to the city by herself and without anyone knowing. The campus bus does take people to the train station that takes them to the city, but Y/n was always too shy and timid to do something that major. Hell, she was even scared to eat in the cafeteria by herself their first year of college!

“I just don’t understand whywould you want to date someone who lives so far away and is older than you. She lives a completely different lifestyle than you and I don’t see how it could work! She clearly doesn’t respect you because you don’t even know her age! Even her friend was unsure of you. So, why deal with that?”

“You don’t get it. Natasha grew up just like me! She had strict parents and didn’t have her freedom until college. I admire her so much-”

“Okay and I admired Nicole Richie for like three years but I didn’t act on that! You could admire someone without getting into a relationship with them Y/n.”

“I know, I know, but you don’t get it! This is the first time I feel like a normal person! My parents never let me do anything growing up and it’s so nice to have someone who can empathize with me about that. You two get to have so much fun and date people, and even though I tried to force myself by going to those frat parties, I just couldn’t enjoy it. I had to do something on my own terms to grow up and feel normal. My relationship with Natasha makes me feel like it’s my turn to be a normal girl.”

It was hard to respond because what could her friends really say? They know how Y/n’s parents are and always felt bad for her. But they just didn’t think a secret relationship was the way to have her rebellious phase. Y/n was being extremely naive, but at the same time, her friends don’t have much room to talk, especially Amy. They all just reached their 20s and have made many mistakes in dating, however none seem as outrageous as what their friend is doing.

“Are you even happy in the relationship? Because it seems like you two just honestly aren’t compatible.”

“I’m very happy! She’s so kind and sweet to me and she does amazing things for me.”

Cindy doesn’t doubt that Natasha is a good person. She just doesn’t think her and Y/n are a good match. It’s a case of right person, wrong time. If she’s annoyed with the high schoolers that live in her neighborhood back at home, then Cindy can’t imagine Natasha being too excited to hangout with someone in college. She’s done all of that before it seems, which makes it hard for Cindy to fathom why she would want to hang around someone still in college. She doesn’t want Y/n to feel like she isn’t special, but what about her really attracts an older person besides her youth and naïveté?

“Okay, so what is your plan going forward with the relationship? Do you want this to be a long-term thing?

"DoesNatashawant this to be a long-term thing?”

“And how does she feel about you still being in college?”

“What would your parents think about you dating someone much older than you?”

The questions they lobbied at her made Y/n’s head-spin. She can’t accept the harshness of them being right. If she listens to them any longer then she’s going to ruin her Spring break.

“I-I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

Her friends sigh in defeat once more. Her hesitancy to answer any of their questions means that they’re right, but she’s going to be too stubborn to tell them that.

“Our relationship is good and Natasha is taking me on a trip for Spring break to show me that. Okay? We’re good.

Not being able to handle anymore bombshells, Amy laughed and plopped down onto Cindy’s bed. Cindy is sure her face looks crazy as she stares at Y/n in disbelief. It’s like she doesn’t even know who her friend is. The petty side of her wants to be pissed and disown Y/n for being so secretive and acting so stupid once she was found out, but the other side knows that that wouldn’t solve anything. She cares for her friend and wants her to be happy, but this relationship just does not sound like one Y/n should be in.

"I love her, okay? I promise I’ll be fine.”

It was hard for them to believe her, but the conversation was going nowhere. Everyone was dizzy from going in circles and circles.

“How do you plan to manage taking a trip with her? What are you going to tell your parents?”

“Don’t worry. I have that all figured out.”

Red Fox Cabins was only two hours away from the city, and one hour away from Brecker University. It was that time of year where college kids were traveling to the beaches and party hotspots to blow off the steam of the school year so far and throw caution to the wind.

There was no way Natasha was going to be caught dead at a Spring Break beach bash, but she knows Y/n wouldn’t even be interested in one of those things either.

Patching things up with gifts and a trip does not heal the wound yet Y/n has been acting like never ever happened after Natasha propositioned her with this trip. Sometimes she’s so stunned by how simple Y/n is. They argue and all Natasha has to do is do something for her and everything is just fine again. There’s no pushback with Y/n wanting to talk about her frustrations in person or even on the phone. She was almost turned off by it too, however her hands are not entirely clean when it comes to how Y/n responds to their arguments. Her knee-jerk reaction is to placate Y/n after upsetting her. She cannot fathom the idea of Y/n breaking up with her.

“Are you ready to go?”

Natasha’s car was parked outside of Y/n’s dorm. She helped her load her suitcase and everything Y/n brought down from her dorm with her. Y/n didn’t expect this trip to happen so she didn’t have many supplies she would need for a trip to the cabin in the woods, but Natasha reassured her that everything would be fine. The two get into Natasha’s car and they’re leaving campus.

Y/n found it so easy to lie to her parents when Natasha talked about wanting to take her on a trip. She lied about being in her college’s bible study group and told them about the Spring Break trip they were taking. Her parents had no way to verify whether she was telling the truth or not which made it easier for her to lie about. She found a sense of freedom in lying to them. It’s not like she’s doing anything dangerous or illegal.

Natasha played a CD of songs Y/n has never heard before. She was enjoying every second of their time in the car together and she just can’t help but wonder why her friends tried to sow doubt into their relationship. Y/n has never felt more alive or happy in her life.

“So, what made you decide to take me on a trip?” Y/n has her ideas, but she’s desperate to hear it from Natasha. She wants to hear her girlfriend fawn over her and list off all the reasons why she likes doing these kind of things for her.

“We could use some time away from our lives,” Natasha took the entire week off of work because she needs a break from the city, “plus we could use some time together. Alone, just the two of us.”

Y/n sighs in content. She really needs reassurance after the events of her birthday that happened only two weeks ago. She was glad that Natasha thought about her instead of Y/n having to go home for a boring Spring Break.

“I’m looking forward to it. I haven’t done any sort of camping since I was in middle school.”

“Christian camps?”

“Yep. They were sort of fun, but the camp counselors were so uptight. A lot of the people I went to camp with liked sneaking out of the cabins at night, but it was hard not to get caught. The one time I joined them was a successful attempt though. It was completely harmless — people were just gossiping and this guy had a guitar…I don’t know why everyone acted like if we weren’t so heavily monitored that we would start going wild. Only being able to have that little bit of freedom is what made us rebel the most.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about being monitored. It’s just us out there.”

Y/n’s realizations sound a lot like the ones Natasha had when she was that age. It just sucks that her empathy is beginning to wane. She’s had these conversations before over and over again in her youth, and she just has lost interest in the topic. If she was just a few years younger then she wouldn’t mind listening, but at 30, it shows the glaringly obvious differences between the two of them.

At some point Y/n falls asleep, and Natasha just listens to the lull of her wheels driving over the road and the music softly playing. She can’t deny that she feels unsure about this relationship, but she’s still looking forward to this week. She seriously needed a break from the fast city life and maybe if she takes Y/n into a new setting then they can find some way to be on the same page. More than anything she wants Y/n to understand where she’s coming from. She can’t involve herself in Y/n’s college life, but she doesn’t want that to stop Y/n from doing things she should be doing for her social development.

"We’re here.”

Y/n opens her eyes slowly and they’re parked in front of a log cabin. Apparently this was owned by Natasha’s friend and they were letting her use it for the weekend. It’s going to be a whole week with just the two of them. They haven’t been together for that for the entire duration of their relationship. Staying the night at Natasha’s place was great, but knowing she doesn’t have to get up in the morning and make her way back to campus is even better.

Even the first few hours being here were perfect. They didn’t do much either, they just unpacked their things and got settled into the cabin. It was really nice of Natasha’s friends to let them stay here. She wonders if she met them at her birthday or if they’re complete strangers to her. There is a lot that Y/n doesn’t know about Natasha and it should be alarming to her. She knows about her job, and has met some of her friends, the very basics. But, for a one year relationship, there are some large gaps in what she knows about her girlfriend. If she were to fill out a questionnaire about her girlfriend she isn’t sure she’d be able to do it successfully. She wouldn’t be able to learn everything about Natasha, or any person, in a year, but she should know more. This trip was perfect for that. It’s come at perfect timing too because Y/n is sure her and Natasha will grow closer and the two will be able to get to know each other much more.

“What do you have planned for us while we’re here?”

“Nothing really. That’s the point of this trip,” Natasha wraps her arm around Y/n’s shoulder and pulls her closer as they cuddle on the couch, “it’s just for us to get a break from the real world. Just me and you.”

Y/n was excited to just be able to relax for the entire week without any interruptions. The events of her birthday were on her mind though, but she didn’t want to sour the mood by bringing it up.

“And, you can consider this week your birthday gift.”

An apology was left out of what Natasha says. Natasha, if she’s being honest, doesn’t feel like she did anything wrong. If anything she feels bad for how she handled it, but she wasn’t going to show up to that party with all those college kids no matter what.

“Well, are you at least going to bake me a cake?” Y/n jokes

“Unless you want me to burn down this cabin then yeah no, that is not happening.”

Y/n couldn’t stop staring at Natasha. She’s enamored by her, the twinkle in her eyes as she laughs and the slight wrinkles in the corners of her eyes. How could she walk away from this? Her feelings are almost unimaginable, something she thought she’d never experience.

Natasha doesn’t notice her staring until a good two minutes have passed.

“What?” She asks with a playful smirk on her face.

“Nothing,” she meets her with the same amount of playfulness.

Just a simple touch, their simple embrace, fills Y/n up with so much desire. The dull ache in the pit of her stomach is hard to ignore and it feels something like hunger. She’s craving the connection that can only be satiated by her lover. This budding lust drives her to reach up and kiss Natasha. They were supposed to just be relaxing for a few hours. Natasha wanted to wait a few hours before they had their fun, but the way Y/n kisses her lets her know that she can’t wait.

She hugs her tighter like she doesn’t want to let go. Y/n’s lips move against hers with a forcefulness. This was a side of her that was unabashedly horny and Natasha likes it. It’s much different from the bright-eyed, shy, and somewhat naïve nature that surrounds her. Natasha wonders how long that is going to follow her until she decides to shed it completely. This feels like a start, the way she takes action and begins to play with the buttons of her shirt while kissing her harder.

“What’s gotten into you?” Natasha asks breathlessly between kisses. She hopes the question doesn’t deter Y/n or slow her down because she’s enjoying this.

“I’ve missed you,” Y/n kisses her, “and I want you.”

Natasha is so turned on that she feels her skin heating up. Y/n eyes are filled with adoration mixed with lust.

“I’ve got something for you. Stay right here for me, okay?”

Y/n nods her head diligently. Natasha kisses her forehead which makes her briefly close her eyes. She gets up off the couch and leaves Y/n sitting there patiently. She’s eager to know what she has for her and she runs down the list of things that she may bring back with her.

Natasha is only gone for no more than two minutes before she comes back into the living room. Y/n’s eyes go straight to her hand and the dildo that she holds. She holds her breath looking at, observing the size and length of it. She was becoming so nervous about taking it, but her pussy only became wetter as the ache inside of her grew stronger.

“Get those panties off.”

Y/n scrambles to obey her. She’s grateful she wore a dress for logistical reasons, but she takes that off too. Natasha didn’t ask for her to take everything off, but she’s not complaining about her going a step further and fully undressing herself. Her nipples are so hard from getting all worked up. The sight of her peering up back at her makes Natasha weak.

“Lean your back against me pretty,” she says as she sits on the couch.

Y/n puts her feet onto the couch and lays back when she feels Natasha’s presence behind her. She rests her head against her shoulder and turns her head to see her. Natasha instantly kisses her once they’re in position. Y/n finds it slightly awkward but is not going to complain about being in her embrace.

Natasha’s strong hand parts her legs and in the process her hand slips against her thigh. She groans when she feels her slicking clinging to her skin. She peers over to look at Y/n’s pussy.

“You’re so wet,” she coos, “I’m gonna take care of you, don’t worry.”

Y/n gasps when she feels the cool rubber toy bump against her skin. Natasha puts it right up to her open but she doesn’t push in. She teases her by rubbing the head against her slippery fold before pressing it against her clit. Y/n squirms from a pleasure she wants to feel more of. Her thighs are nearly trembling at this point.

“Natasha please,” her voice trails off into a whimper. It makes Natasha smirk seeing how needy she is for her to make her feel good.

“Shh, I got you,” Natasha whispers into her ear while pushing inside of Y/n.

She moans loudly at the intrusion of the toy. It’s been quite some time since she’s had anything inside of her and the stretch causes a delicious burn. She sinks deeper into Natasha’s embrace as she works up a steady pace of pumping the toy in and out of her. It feels so good as her walls wrap around it. The length has a curve to it and Y/n feels like it’s made just for her because it hits all the right spots inside of her. She whimpers each time the head pushes deep into her and hits her sweet spot.

Natasha sighs heavily at the sight of her legs split open. She looks so beautiful like this. She litters kisses against Y/n’s neck and jawline. Each kiss seems to make her melt and fill her with. She begins to fuck the toy faster into her after going a little bit too slow for her liking. Y/n looked as if she was trying her best to handle all of the cock inside of her but she was failing greatly. It begins to feel too good and she doesn’t know how to act. She grabs onto Natasha’s thigh and squeezes it hard.

“Oh Natasha! Oh god!” She repeats over and over between broken sobs. She can’t believe how good she feels and that she’s here right now. She’s never felt such euphoria in life until she met her. The intimacy only heightens the please she feels. Natasha’s fingers caress her breast and tease her nipples. Y/n’s skin feels so soft against her touch and she doesn’t want to stop touching her. All that paired with Natasha fucking her overwhelms Y/n.

“That’s it baby. You’re my pretty girl.”

Y/n’s pussy squelches around the cock inside of her. She’s almost embarrassed to hear how wet she sounds. If Natasha wasn’t fucking her closer and closer to her climax then she would be self-conscious. She’s so wet that her slick covers her hand. It makes Natasha delirious feeling that wetness against her skin. The sound of her pussy getting fucked hard and fast fills the room.

“Cum for me. I know you’re close baby. Let go and let daddy take care of you.”

She would be too shy to call her that, daddy, but the name fills her with naughty thoughts. It feels so taboo to hear Natasha call herself that, but she likes it so much that she lets herself moan louder.

All Y/n wants to do is obey her. She thinks about that more than her own pleasure and she wants to make Natasha proud by cumming for her. She really works to make her cum too, moving her hand at a punishing pace.

“I-It’s too much,” she managed to get out, but she’s nearly a blubbering mess.

Her legs get for Natasha as she takes everything her girlfriend gives her. The powerful thrust of the dildo inside can’t distract Y/n from the deep growls she lets out in her ear when Natasha smells her slick. She almost goes feral and it shows in the way she pounds the toy into Y/n’s poor pussy.

Y/n lokos down between her legs for the first time today and lets out a whimper when she sees herself getting fucked. The toy disappears past her folds before sliding out, covered with her arousal. She’s neber been fucked this hard. She’s going to be sore tomorrow morning, but she doesn’t care, it’ll be worth it.

“‘Tasha, I’m gonna cum,” her weak voice gives it away that she’s so, so close/

Natasha feels herself having a mean streak that comes out of nowhere. She quickly pulls the toy out of her before Y/n could cum. She watches in amusement as Y/n throws a temper tantrum and flails her legs. She was on the verge of cumming, how could her girlfriend be so cruel?

“Aw, what’s wrong baby?” She taunts her as she begins to rub the head against her slick folds.

“Please…please,” she repeats desperately. She sounds so pathetic and needy.

“What? You need that pussy filled again?”

Tears slip from her eyes as she nods her head. Her eyes slowly close and she doesn’t watch Natasha push the dildo back inside of her, but the feeling of being stretched out again makes her gasp. Y/n grabs onto her forearm this time, her nails digging into Natasha’s skin in the process. Natasha doesn’t mind the slight sting of her nails, in fact she welcomes the pain. Reducing Y/n to a puddle of nothing but pleasure makes Natasha feel powerful. It’s one of the biggest reasons why she stays. She loves being wanted, it makes her feel all warm inside. And, when Y/n looks at her with that look of admiration, it makes her never want to leave.

“Please! I need it so bad!” She begs again and Natasha doesn’t deprive her for much longer.

She continues with that fast pace before Y/n’s walls are tightening and spasming around the dildo and cumming. All the tension in her body releases itself in just a matter of seconds and nothing else in the world mattes to her.

Her body relaxes against Natasha’s. She nearly forgets where she is until she feels Natasha sliding the dildo out of her. She groans at the empty feeling inside of her but she’s so satisfied that it sits deep into her bones.

“Are you going to let me up?” Natasha asks playfully. Y/n looks like she can stay in this spot for the entire today.

Y/n groans and moves so Natasha can get up.

“I’m gonna run us a bath, okay?”

Natasha draws them a warm bath, filling it with epsom salt and a few bath bubbles. It’s ready in just a few minutes and the two are sitting in the tub together.

“It’s been such a long time since I’ve had a bath like this. Especially with bubbles,” Y/n lightly runs her hands through the water in a playful motion. “This is so much better than showering in a dorm.”

“Ugh…the community bathrooms are the worst thing about college and should be a health code violation or something.”

“Yeah, it sucks. But, I’m hoping to live in an apartment next year.”

“On your own?”

“Maybe. It just depends on what my parents say. I could get one of the on-campus apartments because my gpa is good and I’ll have more seniority, but I’d have to have a roommate or two, and I kind of want to live alone. It’d be fun to live with my friends, but I kind of want to live alone y’know? I’ve never lived alone before and I just want to have some independence for one. It’s a lot of responsibility, but I have to do it someday, so why not do it now?”

Natasha didn’t want to say it out loud, but she’d feel much better about their relationship if Y/n lived in an apartment. She wouldn’t feel weird about coming to see her or like her girlfriend was a little girl. Living in a dorm just makes it just a glaring reminder that Y/n is still so young. She could visit Y/n and stay the night without any problems. The apartment sounds like some good for not only her, but their relationship.

“I had an apartment my senior year with a roommate. If you do live with someone, live with your friends. Yea you guys may argue, but living with a stranger is awful. At least with your friends you can tolerate them more and you wouldn’t be nervous about telling them to clean up and stuff like that. It can be hard at first, especially since it’ll be your first time in a situation like that, but I think you’d adjust well. What about a car?”

“I have my license, I just never had a car. My parents said I really only needed my license for now just in case there was an emergency at home, but it seems like they’re coming around to letting me grow up. I honestly think it’s because of my good grades and I don’t have much of a social life in college. It’s not true, but I guess it’s a good thing if it means they’ll let me have these things. If I have a car then maybe I could get a part-time job.”

These things are major additions to one’s life, but it still feels like baby steps for Y/n. She can’t tell her parents about her relationship yet because she isn’t allowed to date yet. Her parents want her to finish her undergraduate studies before she dates. Of course she didn’t obey that rule, or many other rules. But, not only is she dating someone, she’s dating someone older and takes a trip to the city to go see them. Her mother would have a heart attack on the spot if she found out about it.

“I’ve been thinking about what I’m going to do after college a lot lately…”

“Are you planning to go to grad school?”

“Definitely. I’ve met somany people at that convention that continue studying for years. I’ve been looking at some graduate schools closer to the city too. There were some nice people who seemed interested in my research topics. I wish I could just fast forward to that future.”

Natasha felt the same way. She wishes Y/n has at least already a junior going into her senior year or a senior. It would just make her feel a little bit better about this relationship. She doesn’t want to feel like she’s taking advantage of an inexperienced girl anymore.

“It’ll go by faster than you think. My college years flew by, hell even my graduate years feel like they happened ten years ago. So much happens in such a little amount of time, that you’ll miss the simplistic days of doing dumb shit with your friends.”

“Yea, but the freedom you must feel being on your own must be amazing.”

It was true. Being an adult is tough, but there are so many rewarding things that come from the freedom to do whatever she wants. She can hear the envy of her freedom in Y/n’s voice. Natasha knows it’s not from a malicious standpoint, but just from her longing for it.

“You’ll be in the same spot one day, I’m sure of it.”

“I hope it’s the two of us together.”

Natasha lets the silence fall between them as they soak in the water. It soon begins to cool off and Natasha suggests they get out. The cabin is heated well enough that Y/n decides to forgo wrapping the towel around her body after drying off in the bathroom. Never would she have thought she’d be comfortable with someone like this in her life and she loves the feeling.

“What do you want to do now?” Natasha asks as she trails behind her from the bathroom. She has the towel wrapped around her, but Y/n wishes she didn’t.

“I was thinking…” Y/n’s voice was soft and almost too quiet to hear.

“What were you thinking?”

“Maybe…maybe we could do something?”

A smirk forms on Natasha’s face. Y/n is too shy to say what she really wants to say. Natasha finds her shyness so cute, but she wants her to spit it out.

“What? What do you want to do?”

She lets the towel drop to the floor and she walks over to Y/n who is sitting on the couch. She’s towered over Y/n before, but never completely naked. Y/n’s heart races at the sight of her nude body and she can’t pull her eyes away. She can’t believe that thiswoman is her girlfriend.

“I-I wanna…I wanna go down on you,” Y/n finds the confidence to spit her words out. Natasha is sort of shocked, but she’s not going to complain.

“You sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure.”

Natasha simply nods her head before kissing Y/n’s forehead. She lays on the bed while Y/n gets up. She looks so nervous standing there, but her body moves without thinking. Natasha makes her feel so good and more all the time, and Y/n think it’s only the right thing to return the favor. She’s glad Natasha didn’t protest and is allowing her to do this. She crawls between her legs and places herself between them.

Y/n goes over everything she’s learned from Natasha (and some of the videos she sheepishly watched online). She shouldn’t be so nervous, she knows Natasha is going to be supportive of her, but she just wants to do a good job and make her girlfriend feel good. Natasha gives her a nod to go ahead. Y/n knows what feels good for her, so she leads with that.

The moan Natasha lets out when she gives her the first lick makes Y/n feel a little bit bolder. She looks up at Natasha who closes her eyes and rests her head against the pillow. Y/n licks her again so she could get the same reaction. She becomes addicted to the sounds of her moans, she could listen to them forever and that would be enough to satisfy her.

“Just like that princess, you’re doing such a good job,” Natasha coos between a moan. She doesn’t have to guide Y/n or tell her what to do because she’s doing such a good job already.

Her tongue slides over every inch of her sex in exploration before she settles on the spots that elicit the most reaction. Natasha’s hand comes to the back of her head and buries her face deeper into her sex. She lightly grinds her mouth against Y/n’s mouth. She wants so much more, to be a little bit rougher with her, but she doesn’t want to make her nervous so she tempers herself. However, Y/n was the one who was beginning to lose control over her actions. Her tongue moved with a mind of it’s own as she dived between Natasha’s folds and the tip of her tongue teased her slit. She collected Natasha’s arousal on her tongue and hummed at the taste. Her moan sends a vibration throughout Natasha’s body which makes her grab onto Y/n’s hair.

“That’s it…you’re such a good girl,” Natasha can barely get her words out as she pants.

Y/n works harder every time Natasha gives her a compliment. She moves her tongue from her slit and opts for wrapping her lips around Natasha’s clit and sucking on it. She receives the loudest reaction thus far and it makes Y/n feel so proud of herself. Natasha’s hips buck against Y/n’s face and her thighs tremble. The spread wider and wider for her girlfriend and she feels Y/n’s greedy hands grab at her thighs. Her fingers dig into her soft skin a little bit, but she doesn’t care. It just feels so damn good and she’s on cloud nine.

She cums within a matter of seconds, her arousal gushing against Y/n’s mouth and making a mess of her. Y/n grinds her clit against the edge of the bed as she licks Natasha to the point of overstimulation. Her girlfriend mewls helplessly just like she does when Natasha does the same to her. Y/n just feels so insatiable that she could never tease her girlfriend. She doesn’t want to pull away, but she doesn’t have much of a choice when Natasha uses all of her strength to pull herself up. Y/n looks up at her with a glistening face and Natasha crashes her lips against her. The first thing she tastes is the burst of herself all over Y/n’s mouth. The mix of her cum and Y/n’s saliva makes her feel intoxicated. She feels so in love that she can’t think of anything else. She feels so lucky.

“Fuck,” she says between their kiss. It seems like Y/n doesn’t want the moment to end or to stop kissing Natasha. She needs her so bad, she’s hungry for her even as the tiredness sets into her body. “You’re so perfect,” Natasha continues.

It takes a good few minutes before the energy dies down again. The sun had set probably 30 minutes ago, but the two were too tired and wrapped up in each other to care.

Soft snores let Y/n know Natasha is already asleep. The blanket is thrown haphazardly over them, but Y/n is too sleepy to do anything about.

Sleep is about to capture her within a few minutes. She spends these few minutes going over the memory of today like it’s a video tape. She is glad Natasha’s asleep because she doesn’t have the courage yet to fully verbalize her feelings for her girlfriend to her face.

“I love you.”

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Fri, 26 Nov 2021 14:17:39

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff/Reader/Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Y/n gets caught in a lie and leaves her caught between her former lover and current one.

Content: smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI),slight dubcon, rough sex, degradation, slight humiliation, pet names (’princess’, ‘baby’), name calling (’slut’, ‘bitch’), pet play (use of the word ‘puppy’ and ‘puppycunt’), fingering, oral, strap-on sex, use of a cumming strap-on.

Natasha is quick to deny that she was ever a jealous person. Y/n liked to tease her about, not letting up on her until her girlfriend was shutting her up.

She would describe herself more as a “possessive” person because she doesn’t get upset when people flirt with Y/n. She knows how her girlfriend looks — she knows there will be lingering eyes and people attempting to get with her. Y/n is quick to let them know she is taken which makes Natasha feel proud. Although Y/n is usually diligent about telling people off, she wasn’t telling one particular person to leave her alone.

They got invited to some birthday party, and the only reason why Natasha agreed to go was because so many of her and Y/n’s mutual friends were going to be there. They didn’t really know the guy whose birthday it was, but they showed up with gifts and were welcomed in. Natasha had left Y/n out of her sight for one moment to grab a beer. That one moment turned into ten minutes when she was stopped and distracted by Steve and Sam.

“No one thought you would come,” Steve was less shocked than his words let on. It’s a running joke in their friend group that Natasha doesn’t leave the house unless Y/n is dragging her out the door.

“I wasn’t, but Y/n convinced me.”

Steve’s eyes flashed to Sam’s before he looked back at his friend in front of him. Natasha narrowed her eyes at that. Steve doesn’t necessarily have the best poker face and he can never keep his mouth shut. So him being oddly silent is very noticeable. No matter how much Sam tries to fill the dead air with random babble, Natasha is still stuck on Steve looking…nervous? She can’t quite place her finger on what his face is trying to convey, but she knows it’s not good.

“Where is Y/n? Why isn’t she with you?”

“I was only meaning to grab a beer before you too stopped me…why?”

“Just wonderin’”

Now Natasha was really confused. Steve, nor Sam, didn’t follow up about wanting to see her and say hello after a few weeks of them not hanging out. There was no way Steve was just curious. Natasha didn’t like how out of character Steve was acting, but she decided to shake it off. She’s at some random guy’s birthday party and it would be pointless to try to get to the bottom of why Steve is acting like this. She shrugs it off and waves them goodbye, telling the two men that she’ll probably come talk to them again, this time with Y/n in tow.

There were quite a few people here. Some faces were familiar while others weren’t. Natasha is unsure how she never met the birthday boy before if they have this many mutual friends. It took a while for her to find Y/n, but when she did spot her, she was in the living room. However, she wasn’t alone. She was talking to someone Natasha has never seen before. And, they looked like they were morethan just talking; they were outright flirting with each other. Natasha was slightly ticked that Y/n seemed to be enjoying the situation, leaning in and giggling like a schoolgirl with someone who Natasha thinks is a stranger. She parses through the crowd, not caring if she was slightly bumping into other guests, to get to her girlfriend.

“Hey. Am I interrupting something?” Natasha’s stark voice ended the conversation between the two women. Y/n looks up and her face completely falls. She looks up at her girlfriend with a sheepish look as if she’s been caught.

She truly wasn’t doing anything wrong, but Y/n really didn’t want these two to meet. She just got caught up in conversation that she forgot what her initial plan was when they came. The look on Natasha’s face is intimidating, but only Y/n seems to be affected by it.

“Hi, I’m Wanda.” She sticks her hand out for Natasha to shake it, like any polite person would, but Natasha instead folds her arms. Wanda brings her hand back into her lap in defeat. ‘She must be a jealous one’ she thinks to herself as she looks over at Y/n. There is tension in the air but she maintains a smile on her face. Everything feels so electric yet they’re the only three people in the room who feel it.

Y/n clears her throat before saying, “this is my friend Wanda.”

Y/n has plenty of friends, and Natasha has met all of them. This is the first time she’s hearing about anyone named 'Wanda’. If they’re close enough for Y/n to practically all over her then Natasha should know about her. Natasha knows that Y/n is not telling her the full story because she read it all over her face that she’s been caught.

“Nice to meet you,” Natasha forces out. Her jealousy was palpable, making Y/n so uncomfortable that she feels like she’s drowning in it.

Someone had bumped into Natasha followed by profusely apologizing. It worked to snap her out of her annoyance at Y/n and this situation for a moment which gave Wanda a chance to escape.

“I should probably go catch up with one of my other friends. It was nice seeing you again, and it was so nice to meet you Natasha.”

Wanda ducked out before anything else could be said. Natasha watched her slink away from them before turning to look at Y/n. She wasn’t going to say anything about what happened just yet, but Y/n already knows Natasha has a million and one questions for her.

“Who was that?”

Y/n lets out a weak sigh before responding with, “an old friend.” There is no reason to be nervous if she’s telling the truth, right?

“How come I’ve never met her before?”

“She doesn’t live in the city. I don’t know — it’s just never crossed my mind for the two to meet. I haven’t seen her in a long time.”

“Were you too close?”

“Sort of.”

That was a lie.

Y/n was lying straight to Natasha’s face just to save herself from having to explain a long story.

Wanda wasn’t just an old friend and they weren’t “sort of” close; they had dated for two years. Things between them were well, and Wanda would even say it was the best relationship she had at the time. Which is why she was blindsided when Y/n said she wanted to end things. She said that she hasn’t felt in love with her for some time, but Wanda couldn’t believe that. It wasn’t even necessarily true either. Y/n only broke things off because she felt herself having feelings for Natasha. She loved Wanda and as hard as it was to make her suffer through a break-up that came out of the blue, it would have been much more painful if Y/n had cheated on her.

By some miracle Natasha and Wanda never crossed paths until now despite having mutual friends. None of their closest friends brought her up. Now Natasha is recalling back to Steve being odd earlier and she wonders if it has to do with this Wanda person being here at the same party with them. She doesn’t know the full story, but she knows there is more than her girlfriend is letting on. She’s only scratched the surface.

Everyone around her was in such a jovial mood, even her girlfriend who was pretending like everything was alright, but Natasha’s mind was stuck on Wanda. Once the jealousy had subsided she became intrigued. She finds herself wanting to know more about this person her girlfriend is oh so comfortable with, but didn’t tell Natasha a thing about. She excused herself from Y/n who seemed to be relieved that Natasha didn’t seem so mad at her anymore.

Her eyes scanned over every single person as she roamed around the apartment until she spotted exactly who she was looking for outside on the balcony.

Wanda nearly jumped at the sound of the glass door sliding open. She had been out here for a good 30 minutes without interruption. She was shocked to see that it was Natasha, the woman she assumes is Y/n’s girlfriend. All the years and she didn’t think to lurk on Y/n’s social media accounts to see if she was seeing someone. A part of her was still hurt and confused by Y/n’s sudden change in feelings for her. She didn’t want to be reminded of what happened by being nosy and checking out her facebook.

“Hey,” Natasha says weakly. She’s not as fiery as she was earlier.

“Hey.”

They shared the same feeling of wanting to know more about each other. Wanda can tell Natasha isn’t the type of person to fold so easily so it was something that she had presumably come to look for her. But, she wasn’t going to be the one to initiate things. Wanda on the other hand had no shame in asking.

“Are you seeing Y/n?”

“We’re dating…have been for nearly three years now.”

Wanda thinks about the timeline in her head. She doesn’t have enough evidence to believe that Y/n cheated on her, but they broke up near the end of the year. Her and Natasha would have had to start dating in October or November for them to be reaching a three month anniversary. There was just no way Y/n broke up with her and then suddenly found someone new to date within a few weeks or a month of their relationship ending.

“She didn’t tell you about me, did she?”

“Nope.”

Natasha walks over to Wanda and joins her near the railing of the balcony. The apartment has a nice view of the city, it almost distracts her from what’s heavy on her mind.

“You two dated, I assume.”

“We did. For two years. We even lived together.

Natasha felt lied to. Y/n truly wasn’t obligated to talk about her past relationships, but she had kept so much from her and lied that she can’t help but feel some sort of resentment towards her girlfriend.

"That’s not what she told me.”

“What did she say?”

“That she hadn’t been in a relationship in a long time. She said she wasn’t seeing anyone at all when I asked her out. I don’t think she cheated on you with me, but I could be biased. However she was at my place an awful lot when we first began dating, so unless you never saw her at the end of your relationship…”

There is some overlap of Y/n being in her relationship with Wanda and meeting Natasha. She knew from the moment she saw her that she liked Natasha, but she didn’t act on her advances. Wanda feels a sense of relief knowing she wasn’t cheated on because the last days of their relationship was spent at their home together. She remembers those days so vividly; the two would barely talk to each other despite being in such a small apartment.

Wanda puts it all together and realizes she wasn’t cheated on, she was dumped for something new.

“You’re the person she left me for…”

Natasha tried not to feel guilty because she truly didn’t do anything wrong, however it seeps into her chest and it feels heavy. She felt like a bitch for being rude earlier for no real reason besides jealousy when it should be Wanda who feels some sort of way.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha says weakly. It’s hard for her to say sorry to anyone, but Wanda deserves it.

“Ah, don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault,” her voice is sweet yet she sounds so defeated at the same time. “I’m not mad at Y/n either. She’s always been sort of a free spirit, I was surprised that she even wanted to be in a long term relationship with me.”

“Don’t give her any passes. She lied to the both of us,” Natasha was thinking about how selfish her girlfriend was. She couldn’t help but wonder if Y/n would do the same to her if she got bored with their relationship. Natasha is sure her and Wanda could have worked it out (although the incredibly selfish part is glad they didn’t. Y/n has been nothing but faithful and dedicated to her, so she didn’t want to believe Y/n could dump her just to enter a new relationship).

“No, Natasha, it’s fine. I’m not upset about it like I used to be. I just thought that she had cheated on me which she didn’t. I’m happy that she’s happy. Plus I’ve been dating so it’s not like I’m losing any sleep over my past relationship.”

Natasha thought Wanda was too nice. If this had happened to her, as petty as it sounds, she would be dead set on revenge.

“Do you still think about her sometimes? In a romantic way? I don’t mean to pry, but I’m just so curious.”

“It’s hard not to, especially since dating can be so tough. I think about when things were simpler and we were together. But, I wouldn’t do anything to intrude upon your relationship. Like I said, she’s happy. She’s veryhappy with you and I don’t want you to be mad at her over this. I don’t think Y/n is the type to make what she did to me a habit. She just knows what she wants in life and that’s fine.”

Wanda’s optimism was oddly reassuring for Natasha. Her anger at Y/n was beginning to subside, but she still didn’t want to let her off the hook. Even if she just shook her up for a little bit she would be satisfied with that. She was always a vengeful person, something her friends and girlfriend reminded her of often, but revenge can just be so sweet and fun.

Y/n couldn’t find Natasha when it was time to sing happy birthday to the guest of honor tonight. She gave up looking after the crowd began to sing the second line of 'happy birthday to you!’. She didn’t spot her until ten minutes later. Her cheeks were pink, something that happens when she’s outside in the cold for a while.

“Hey, where were you?”

“Oh, I was just talking with someone,” she wrapped her arm around Y/n’s waist and pressed a kiss to her temple, “we got carried away talking about life. Did I miss the cake cutting?”

“You did, but there are still a lot of slices left.”

“That’s fine. I just feel bad that I missed singing happy birthday with all of you…guilty even.”

“I’m sure he won’t mind,” Y/n says, as oblivious as ever.

“Let’s go home now.”

“You sure? It’s still pretty early,” she checks the time on her phone. “It’s only close to 8:30.”

“I’m sure. Someone’s coming with us.”

“Oh?”

She wondered who it was. It wasn’t uncommon for Steve or another one of their friends to come to their place after a party to wind down.

“They’ll meet us there.”

Y/n was confused, but she received no clear answer from Natasha; not even during the car ride back home. Natasha being so tight-lipped about it made her suspicious. Nothing seemed to be wrong, but Y/n can’t help but be a bit weirded out by her girlfriend’s behavior. Natasha is not the type to hold back or keep quiet, so it must be something she wants to keep from Y/n. Or, it just might now be a big deal. Y/n weighs the probability of her making this into something larger than what it really may be. She calms herself and just enjoys the rest of the ride.

She feels a bit of anticipation dancing inside of her the elevator ride up to their apartment. She didn’t know who to expect to be there waiting for the two, but the last person she would have ever thought to be standing outside of their apartment is there.

“Wanda? W-What are you doing here?”

Y/n visibly tenses up. Natasha almost laughs at her reaction and the stupid look on her face. She can’t believe Y/n is so shocked by this. She should have seen it coming, but maybe her girlfriend was just so concerned for herself that she didn’t consider this happening at all.

“She’s just here to have a chat. Let’s go on in,” Natasha gestures towards the front door. Y/n holds the key in her shaky hands. Natasha’s voice is smooth and soft, which should be reassuring, but it only makes Y/n feel more nervous. She struggles to get the front door open, but when she does, she’s being pushed into their dark apartment.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, Y/n,” Natasha coos in a taunting voice.

There is a little bit of light as the city lights peak through the sheer curtains. Y/n felt two hands on her shoulder, guiding her forward until she was walking down the dark hallway.

“Open the door,” Natasha commands.

Y/n feels for the door knob of their bedroom door before she accidentally bangs her hand against it. There is so much adrenaline pumping through her veins that the pain doesn’t even register. She opens the door in a hurry and feels herself being pushed towards the bed. She allows herself to fall onto, just to have a moment where she’s not in her body.

“W-What’s going on?”

“Don’t you think you’ve asked enough questions already? I don’t want to have to shut that precious mouth of yours up,” Natasha begins to caress Y/n’s face, “we want to hear you moan.”

Y/n was too shocked to speak. Her mouth was agape and left Natasha with the opportunity to slide two fingers into her mouth.

“Suck.”

Y/n obeys, too afraid to not do anything Natasha asks of her.

Wanda closes the door behind her and she comes to stand by Natasha. There is more light in their bedroom, but the light casts a menacing shadow over the two women towering over her.

“Submissive, just like I remember. Glad to see nothing has changed,” she begins to pet Y/n’s hair while she continues to suck on Natasha’s fingers.

Y/n’s eyes go from Natasha to Wanda and back and forth. She feels like she’s stepped into the twilight zone, but everything is so real as evidenced by their touch leaving a burning mark on her skin.

“She is. And she’s going to move higher up on the bed and spread her legs for us, isn’t that right?”

Y/n nods her head, lips wrapped snugly around Natasha’s fingers before they’re being pulled out with an audible pop. She doesn’t hesitate to follow the instructions Natasha gave her. She moves herself to the middle of their bed and spreads her legs. She curses herself for wearing that skirt to the party. Natasha told her it was too cold to be wearing it, but she didn’t listen to her. She hopes they can’t see her panties in the low light, that they can’t see the wet spot that formed on them in the last few minutes.

The bed dips as Wanda comes behind Y/n. She pulls her back into her embrace before her hands are flying to her tits to grope them. Y/n gasps at how rough her touch is. Wanda, although dominant over her, never was this rough with her when they were together. She’s reeling as everything moves so quickly and Natasha is pulling her panties off.

“She’s fucking dripping,” Natasha smirks. “Should’ve known my slut girlfriend was going to be turned on by this.”

Natasha’s fingers slide into Y/n’s pussy. She nearly groans at the feeling of her warm walls around her finger; so hot, sticky, and wet.

Y/n lets out a pathetic whimper. It feels so good even though she doesn’t want it to. Wanda’s hands are only making her feel better. She begins to unbutton her blouse so she can get to her tits without the barrier of fabric being in her way. She pulls the cups of Y/n’s bra down to expose her tits.

“Her nipples are so hard too. I’ve never felt them this hard.”

They were both laughing, laughing at her.

Their voices tangled together as they spoke at the same time; Y/n’s head was spinning. She had two fingers inside of her and two toying with her nipples. Her watery eyes made it hard for her to see Natasha between her legs.

Natasha moves her fingers in and out of Y/n’s pussy agonizingly slow. She doesn’t want to get her off just yet, she only wants to tease her and get her warmed up. The three of them can hear the sound of Y/n’s pussy squelching around Natasha’s fingers and she’s so embarrassed. There was no way she was going to be able to hide how wet she was once she got into a room with them. So many questions plague her mind, but they’re forced out every time Natasha pushes her fingers in deep. She hits a particular spot that makes Y/n moan loudly.

“You like that don’t you baby?” Wanda asks, her mouth dangerously close to her ear. Y/n was taken back by the pet name. She waited for a reaction from Natasha, any sign of jealousy that would lead to Y/n being out of this embarrassing situation, but she didn’t seem to care.

“I should make her cum for us already, shouldn’t I?”

“I think so.”

Y/n whines until her mouth is being covered by Wanda’s hand. Her muffled cries still fill the room as Natasha picks up the pace of her fingers in her pussy. Wanda attaches her lips to her neck and sucks at her ticklish skin. Y/n closes her eyes as she drowns in overwhelming pleasure. It doesn’t seem like the two are going to stop after this, but she’s already so tired and has yet to cum.

Natasha curls her fingers inside of Y/n and that’s what sends her girlfriend over the edge. She cries into Wanda’s hand as she cum around the fingers invading her. Natasha hums in approval at the feeling of Y/n’s slick coating her fingers. She pulls her fingers out and wipes the excess juices on Y/n’s inner thigh.

“Such a perfect pussy,” she fawns. She leans down to give a kiss to Y/n’s inner thigh which makes her shiver. “What did she use to call her, Wanda? Was it puppy?” Y/n’s eyes fly open and she meets Natasha’s heavy gaze. Her girlfriend has a smug smile on her face. She seems to know how much weight that little pet name holds and what it does to her. Y/n was already embarrassed, but it was even more mortifying that hearing that name that made her even wetter. The only way her girlfriend would know about what she did with her ex-girlfriend is if she and Wanda discussed it together. Her brain finally plays catch up and she realizes that Natasha was with Wanda the entire time she was missing at the party.

“Mhm. My cute little puppy,” Wanda kisses her cheek, “she was always so good for me too. Always whiny for me to play with her puppycunt and make her cum. She was so lucky that I was always gentle with her, even when I was mad at her.”

They talked about Y/n as if she wasn’t in the room. She flinched hearing Wanda refer to her pussy as a 'puppycunt’ just like she used to years ago. It was so degrading, yet she finds herself like the mix of Natasha and Wanda’s dominance. They’re so different yet she feels an equal amount of pressure coming from both of them.

“Show her how sloppy your puppycunt is.”

Natasha forces her legs wider apart and Wanda slides from behind her so she can join Natasha at her level.

“She still gets so wet when she gets spoiled. We didn’t even touch her poor clit and yet she’s still so damn wet.”

Just as she finishes speaking, Wanda brings her hand down on Y/n’s clit with a light tap. It’s not even that harsh, but it makes Y/n’s body jerk and a whine falls from her lips. She’s just so sensitive that anything they do to her makes her squirm.

“Wet enough to get her pussy filled.”

Natasha stands up and walks over their nightstand. The bottom drawer has all the toys Natasha needs whenever she wants to have her fun with Y/n in bed. Y/n thought it was silly to keep them so close, but Natasha likes to be prepared at all times.

Wanda undresses herself while Natasha is looking for whatever she’s looking for. Y/n is on the bed, still looking dumbfounded about everything happening. The last time Wanda saw her like this, they were deep in their relationship; years ago, but it feels just like yesterday. Wanda spots the strap-on in Natasha’s hand before Y/n does.

“Get on all fours,” she instructs.

Y/n knows what’s coming next, but she looks to Natasha for permission. Natasha gives her an approving look and Y/n gets on all four. Her skirt is bunched around her waist, but her blouse had been pulled off by Wanda who was greedy to touch her pretty tits.

With her face resting against the bed and her ass in the air, Y/n was completely exposed. She gave up trying to resist what was happening because every moment brought her nothing but pleasure. She doesn’t like to be humiliated but for some reason it was turning her.

“Good little puppy,” Natasha pats her ass as she stands behind her. The strap-on is fastened and ready for use. She holds the shaft and aims the head at Y/n’s slit. “Good pets get a nice, big treat.”

Natasha’s words are followed by her pushing into Y/n’s pussy. Y/n rocks forward and gasps at the feeling of the girth stretching her out. She cried as loud as needed to, as loud as her body would allow her. Natasha rests a reassuring palm on her lower back. She wants to have fun, but she also wants to make sure Y/n is good. The small motion of her hips moving back lets her know that Y/n is hungry for more.

Wanda watches them for just a little bit. She feels like she’s peeking in on an intimate moment, or a porn video, but she remembers whyshe’s here. She lays on the bed, sliding herself in front of Y/n. Natasha notices that she’s there and grabs a handful of Y/n’s hair to pull her head off the bed.

“C'mon…show me how you use to go down on her since you use to do it a lot.”

Y/n was obedient, diving into Wanda’s pussy after being commanded to do so. She wraps around Wanda’s thighs and eats her out like she’s starved, proving Natasha’s comment to be right. Wanda tastes just like she remembers. Y/n licked a wide trail from the bottom of Wanda’s pussy to her clit. Her ex-girlfriend throws her head back at the sensation of her sweet tongue on her pussy. It’s been a while since someone has gone down on her and she’s missed it so much. But, she believes, at least in the moment, that no one would be able to compare to Y/n. She knows her so well because she always paid so much attention to what made her tick. Y/n knows exactly what spots make Wanda cry and beg for more. Her moans would make it seem like Wanda was the submissive one in the situation.

As Natasha pumps into Y/n’s pretty pussy harder and faster, it makes her moan against Wanda’s sex. She can’t believe that Natasha is letting this happen. Her grip on her ass is so tight that Y/n knows that there is still some jealousy that bites at Natasha as she watches Y/n between another woman’s leg. Her anger at Y/n must run deep for her to let this go on.

“Is she doing a good job?”

“Yea…yea…so good,” Wanda moans dreamily. Her voice makes Y/n lick harder, work harder for her approval. Wanda pulls her head back up and looks at her ex-girlfriend between her legs, lapping at her like she’s missedher or something. Pleasure swims in Y/n’s eyes, but she keeps her mouth firmly planted on Wanda’s wet pussy. Her tongue slides over every inch before pushing against her slit. She pushes her tongue as deep in as it can go, but it doesn’t fill Wanda up like the way Natasha is filling her pussy up.

Y/n feels like she’s in heaven sandwiched in between two people that she really cares about. Natasha’s pace is brutal, she’s really taking her frustration out on Y/n’s poor pussy. She grabs her hair and pulls her head back once again, but this time she’s much harsher.

“Say your sorry,” her voice was so forceful, so mean that Y/n whines.

“I’m sorry!” Y/n cries out. Small moans slip between the cracks of her words as Natasha keeps her steady pace of fucking her nice and hard.

Natasha lets go of her and Y/n scrambles to get her mouth back on Wanda’s cunt.

“Needy little puppy. Such a sweet little mouth,” Wanda coos. She feels nostalgic for the time this was a common occurrence. She misses them being together, but she knows Y/n is happy with Natasha. She indulges in this feeling of being spoiled by Y/n and that pretty mouth off for what will probably be the last time. “You’re going to make me cum.”

Wanda pats Y/n’s head and lightly grinds her pussy against Y/n’s mouth. Tears well in both of their eyes as they together get closer to their highs. The cock inside of her hits Y/n’s sweet spot and she moans loudly into Wanda’s pussy. It feels so good that her mind is stuck on stupid. She’s enjoying being both Natasha and Wanda’s bitch even if it’s just for the night.

“Make her cum, or else I’ll pull out and not let you cum all night.”

Y/n starts to panic. It wasn’t like she didn’t plan on making Wanda cum, but the threat had made her become even more eager. Natasha pushes her face deeper into Wanda’s cunt as she gives Y/n long, hard strokes. The angle she’s in makes it easier for her to reach in deeper. Their skin slaps together loudly with every harsh stroke. She’s doing a number on Y/n’s poor pussy, but she deserves it.

Y/n wraps her lips around Wanda’s clit and sucks on it. Wanda doesn’t stand a chance against the mouth she loves so much and she starts gushing against her face. Y/n moans at the feeling of cum coating face. She’s drunk off the taste of Wanda’s pussy and doesn’t want to stop, but she has to once Wanda pushes her head away. There is a dazed look in her eyes when Wanda makes eye contact with her.

“Good girl, good puppy,” Natasha coos. She delivers three more thrust to Y/n’s pussy and the slut beneath her is cumming. Y/n grabs onto Wanda’s hands and squeezes them to relieve all the pressure built up in her body as she cums.

“That’s it baby, cum for us,” Wanda says as both her and Natasha begin to praise Y/n for being such a good girl. She feels all giddy inside yet lazy at the same time.

Natasha pulls out of her, leaving her feeling empty.

“C'mon princess.” She grabs Y/n’s arms and pulls her up. Y/n is easy to move around, like she’s a rag doll. Natasha grabs ahold of her face and Y/n comes to her senses for just a quick moment.

“You gonna let Wanda use your pretty pussy?” Y/n nods absentmindedly, a stupid smile on her face, “of course you are. Such a stupid little puppy for us,” Natasha presses a kiss to her forehead before letting her go.

Y/n whimpers as she falls onto the bed again. She’s staring up at the dark ceiling as she waits for whatever they want to give her. She feels her hips being grabbed and her lower-half being adjusted. She feels the head of the strap-on being pushed into her again. She looks up and sees that it’s Wanda’s pushing into her. Y/n’s pussy is so sensitive but it feels so good that she doesn’t complain.

“That pussy of yours can never be satisfied, can it? You always had a greedy little puppycunt.”

Wanda was thrusting into her with a steady pace. She was not as brutal as Natasha’s but to Y/n’s overstimulated pussy it made no difference. She was whining about how good it felt.

Natasha was comforting her while Wanda fucked her. She had taken her frustration out on her pussy, but now she was feeling slightly remorse. Although she shouldn’t feel so bad because it’s so rewarding seeing the stupid, fucked out look on Y/n’s face.

“She’s going to fill you up, okay?”

Y/n was lost in the throes, but Natasha’s words registered within seconds. She must’ve given Wanda the strap-on that cums. Y/n never knew they made such a thing until she got with Natasha.

“W-wait.”

“No waiting honey.”

There was a wicked smile on Natasha’s face. This was her and Wanda’s time for enjoyment. They let Y/n have her fun, but now it’s time to remind her that she needs to be put in her place.

“I’m gonna cum inside of you puppy,” Wanda’s tone is so sweet and comforting.

“She needs her pretty pussy filled up. She loves feeling it ooze out of her pussy.”

“I bet she does. Eager little slut.”

“Such a pretty puppy.”

“Cum for us sweetheart, cum puppy.”

Y/n is so overwhelmed by their words. They reduce her to nothing but a pussy for their enjoyment and it makes her cum. She lets out a pathetic whine as she cums for the third time tonight. The tears in her eyes finally slid down her cheek. She has no more energy left in her as her body becomes so lazy.

“Awe, don’t give up on this now.” She nudged her girlfriend, but she didn’t budge. Natasha recognizes that they’ve pushed her to her limit. She was already overwhelmed and it would probably do more harm than good to push her even deeper into subspace. “It’s okay baby,” she coos over her as she wipes the sweat off of her forehead.

She’s been fucked into exhaustion a handful of times, and this is one of them. The last thing she remembers is hearing Natasha and Wanda talking about her while only a few feet away. She’ll deal with the consequences of having lied to her girlfriend about her ex-girlfriend and for how she ended her relationship with Wanda. That day may be tomorrow, or it may be one of the following days to come. But, for right now they decide to leave her alone.

“I hope we didn’t go too hard on her.” Wanda was always concerned about pushing Y/n which is why she was never too rough with her when they were together. However, she seemed to be used to and enjoy the treatment she received from Natasha.

“We didn’t. She’ll be fine. It’s not like she didn’t enjoy it either.”

The two were now fully dressed and Natasha was seeing Wanda out. There was a comfortable silence between them as they walked to the front door. It feels good to have no animosity towards each other. Natasha got all her frustration out when she was fucking Y/n. She still wants to talk about it, but it won’t be a conversation fueled by lust.

“See you around?” Wanda asks as she stands partially outside of Natasha and Y/n’s apartment.

“Yea, I’ll see you around.”

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Fri, 19 Nov 2021 16:52:48

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summary: not necessarily looking to date anyone at all, the reader finds herself in a love triangle.. or is it a square?

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Tue, 17 May 2022 15:53:52

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About
Y/N is the baby sister to Tony Stark and she’s just as smart as him but she’s also very, very different from him. Thats why she joins Steve to help prove that Bucky Barnes is innocent. When things go South, she joins Steve and Bucky in Wakanda where she stays to avoid being found and arrested. Bucky and Y/N soon grow closer and fall in love. But that love is short lived when the fate of the entire world is at stake.
Chapters
I.Civil War
II.Wakanda
III.Fresh Air (NSFW)
IV.The Snap
V.The Losing Game
VI.Hello Sweet
VII.A Chance (NSFW)
VIII.Let Me Love You (NSFW)
IX.Sacrifice
X.Dusk Till Dawn (FINAL)
Epilogue-Steve
Series Warnings/Trigger Warnings
Language, Fighting, Blood, Injuries, Teasing, SMUT (Filthy as filthy can be), Loss, Depression, Angst, Death…Each chapter will have their own warnings and such
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Wed, 02 Feb 2022 10:19:36

Winter’s Dimming Light-Prologue

Word Count: 470

About:The soldier has located Bucky and Nadia.

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A/N:Again, I am using they/them pronouns for our mystery soldier.

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There they sat at the cafe, sipping on the coffee in front of them. They glanced out the window and saw them. The two that they’ve been after for quite some time. They leaned over into the bag next to them, everything they needed was in there to sedate them and bring them in. Closing the bag, they stood up and slung the bag over their shoulder. They dropped a large bill onto the table and left.

Following close behind, they recalled their plan on how to get them alone. First, they would take the man out. It would be a challenge given the metal arm. But they knew that once the man was out of play, it would be easy to get the woman.

Simple.

They reached into their bag to grab the syringe that held the sedative. As they brought it out of the bag, the woman turned around and they stopped dead in their tracks. They knew it took almost a year to finally locate them but what they saw, they didn’t expect.

The woman’s belly was round and swollen. She was maybe eight months pregnant. Her face looked tired and worn, but the glow in her eyes said it all. She muttered something to the man with the metal arm. He muttered something back and the woman squealed with joy and hugged him.

Then her eyes met with theirs.

Their heart stopped and they felt the blood drain from their face. They watched as the happiness left the woman’s face as she looked them over. They felt this constant pull on their heart as they slowly stepped back and out of sight. It wasn’t the fact that they were almost caught, it was the way that the woman looked at them.

Sadness? Disbelief? Recognition? Maybe all three?

“Nadia?” the man’s voice called out. “What is it?”

They watched from their small hiding spot as the woman pushed herself away from the man and walked around. Her head turned this way and that. “I thought I saw someone,” the woman, Nadia, replied.

“Who?” the man asked, taking hold of her shoulder.

“My brother,” Nadia said softly.

“But he’s dead,” the man said as he looked around with his bright blue eyes. “Are you sure it’s not the hormones making you see things, Doll?”

Nadia shook her head and smiled at the man. “I don’t know Bucky. We’ve been off the radar and hiding out for a few years, I guess I’m being too paranoid. I’m also hungry too.”

After Nadia and the man she called Bucky left, they made their way back to their small motel room and devised a better plan. They didn’t feel right having to sedate and kill a pregnant woman.

They’d have to wait until she had the baby to execute their plan.

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Tue, 21 Dec 2021 09:35:07

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ABOUT

After getting the all clear, Nadia and Bucky come out of hiding. They semi retire to a normal life for the sake of their infant daughter on Nadia’s family ranch. Things are going so well for them until they are attacked by a masked assassin. Nadia and Buck then realizes that both of their pasts still haunts them and it could kill them if they’re not careful.

CHAPTERS

Prologue

One

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Fri, 22 Oct 2021 09:18:01

Winter’s Saga Masterlist

Winter’s Doll

A new recruit, Nadia “Nadie” Alekiev, is added to the Avengers team and captures the eye of Sgt. James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes on the very first day. The two form a friendship where the two of them are oblivious to the fact that they are head over heels into each other. Until one of them get jealous about a one night stand and a very important mission almost goes sideways while trying to prove corruption in the government that Nadia used to hold to a high standard and the same government that she believed killed her brother.

Winter’s Dimming Light

~~Winter’s Dark Light~~

~~Winter’s Last Stand~~

~~Winter’s Legacy~~

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Fri, 22 Oct 2021 09:17:10

Chapter 11

Day by day, Harper got stronger. She and Bucky still spent time together every day, but it was less than before. There was a growing tension between them when they were together, but they did their best to ignore it. Of course, it didn’t help that they always ended up entangled when she sparred with him. Sometimes he would just grab her around the waist and pull her in close; other times, he would let her knock him down so that she would be on top of him.

They both knew they had feelings for each other, but Harper was adamant about not acting on those feelings. She would admit that she owed him her life, but she didn’t want him to know that. That wasn’t to say that she didn’t enjoy his company; she loved spending time with him. He was a fantastic sparring partner, and he made her laugh more often than she thought possible. But it didn’t matter how much she enjoyed his presence; she couldn’t allow herself to get attached to someone.

Harper sat alone on the sniper range. The wind blew softly against her face as she stared at the targets through the scope. Her heart beat rapidly as she took aim at one of the targets, allowing her finger to dance over the trigger. The bullet hit true each time.

“Damn. It’s like you never missed a beat,” a voice behind her said. She turned and saw Bucky approaching. His hair was slightly disheveled, which usually meant that he’d been running. There was a proud grin on his face as he got closer to where Harper stood. She couldn’t help but smile, especially when he looked at her like that. Like he actually cared what she was doing or thinking. She could have gotten used to that look every single day.

“You need something?” she asked. Bucky shook his head. “Then why’re you here?”

Bucky shrugged and moved to sit in the empty chair next to her, crossing his arms over his chest. They were quiet for a moment before he spoke. “I just thought I’d check on you.”

Harper smiled again, her heart skipping a beat. “You see me all the time, Barnes,” she reminded him.

He nodded. “That may be true. But I only see you when we train weapons or spar together.” Bucky paused, looking out toward the targets, “Besides, this is one of my favorite spots,” he chuckled, trying to ease the rising tension. Bucky turned his attention back to Harper, smiling gently.

She glanced up and met his gaze, returning the expression. “You want a shot?” she questioned, gesturing toward the weapon still propped on the ledge. He shook his head no, so she stood and picked the gun up, slinging it over her shoulder so she could head back to the compound.

The two of them continued to talk while they walked back to the building. As Harper and Bucky approached the doors, Clint stepped through to meet them. “Harley! There you are. I’ve been looking for you,” he said, walking toward her.

“Well, you found me,” she replied. “What do you need?”

“I found them,” he said flatly. “I think anyway.”

“Found who?” Bucky questioned, stepping up next to Harper.

“The men that attacked her,” Clint answered.

Harper rolled her eyes. She had figured Clint would find them, but a part of her hoped he would fail. “Are you sure it’s them?”

Clint nodded. “Positive.”

Harper sighed. “Okay, tell me what you found,” she gently demanded, leading them all inside the building.

Clint relayed everything he knew. From where they were living to where they were currently working jobs. All of which matched up perfectly with what Harper had already discovered from digging on her own.

“So, what’s our next move?” Bucky asked.

Harper stopped dead in her tracks, “Our? There is no ‘our next move’ soldier. This is something I need to do.”

“You’re not going alone, Harley,” Clint reminded her.

“The only reason you are allowed to tag along, Hawk, is because they pose a threat to you too. Trust me; I’m still not thrilled over the idea,” she pointed out.

“Harley-” Bucky began.

“No,” she interrupted, “You have done more than enough for me, Barnes. This… This is something Clint and I need to finish alone.” She watched as Bucky’s jaw clenched, obviously not pleased with her response but unwilling to argue further. She appreciated that. Harper turned to Clint, “When are you expecting to leave?” she asked.

“As soon as you feel ready, I guess,” he shrugged.

Harper nodded, “Then let’s get packed.”

The next evening, Clint and Harper arrived at a hotel outside Cedar Falls, Iowa. Harper had to chuckle to herself when she had found out where they were headed. How cliche for them to finally close this chapter in their lives, in the exact same place it all had started.

As the pair worked to unpack things for the task the following day, Harper looked to her brother who seemed just a little on edge. “You sure you’re ready for this?” she asked, propping their quivers and bows next to the dresser.

“It’s just another job, right?” Clint replied. “Taking out the bad guys to keep my family safe?”

Harper chuckled a bit, shaking her head. “These guys may be old, Hawk, but you saw what they can still do.”

Clint shrugged again. “If it was too easy, I’d start to question our own skills.”

Harper nodded, “Fair point.”

Clint closed up his suitcase, having only brought his bow, arrows, and a few articles of clothing. Harper, on the other hand, brought all of her favorite weapons. She pulled out two of her knives and her handgun, along with a few other items, before setting her suitcase on the floor. She took a seat at the small desk in the room and began wiping down her knives first.

Clint sat on the edge of his bed, watching his sister work. He couldn’t help but notice how calm she seemed in her movements. Clint realized that this was the first time, in their adult lives anyway, that he had ever truly seen his sister. They had been on opposing sides for so long that even when they did get along, there always seemed to be tension. But now, even though she was getting ready to kill someone, she wasn’t upset or scared, or even nervous. It was almost like she was going through the motions from pure muscle memory.

“Harley, can I ask you something?” Clint suddenly broke the silence between them.

Harper looked over at him, giving him a curious look. “Sure.”

Clint hesitated. His hands shook slightly from nerves as he spoke. “What… What happened to us? I mean, what really happened? We used to be so close. And then…” he trailed off.

“Is this really a conversation you want to have right now?”

“Yes, actually. I need to know, so I know I can trust you while we’re out there,” he told her. “I mean, it can’t honestly just be that stupid petty jealousy from when we were kids, right?”

“Petty jealousy?” Harper repeated, raising a brow in confusion.

“Yeah, Jacques overlooked you for me?” Clint questioned.

She blinked, “You honestly think that is why we had a fallout? Because some asshole with a sword and gambling issues chose you over me to be his little bitch?” she laughed.

“Then what? What happened between us, Harley? Why are we always fighting now?” Clint asked.

Harper shook her head, looking back down at her weapons as she set the first knife on the desk. “Look, I’ll admit, I was a little jealous when he chose you. I mean, let’s be honest, I’ve always been better than you with weapons. He knew it, you knew it, everyone knew it. So yeah, I was jealous. But I grew up, Hawk. I got my life together, got my G.E.D., even had a couple really good jobs.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Clint pressed.

Harper finally looked up and met his gaze. “You know, Clint, there was never a day that passed that I didn’t think about my little brother. The years I was gone, never a day went by that I didn’t wonder if I did the right thing by breaking my promise to mom. Always questioning if you were alive or if you were dead in a ditch somewhere.”

“Wait…” Clint trailed off, “…Mom? What promise?”

“’You know how your father is, Harper Lee. You need to keep him safe… from everything,’” she began to recite. “’I’m trusting you to be his guardian angel. Promise me you’ll always keep him safe, Harley.’”

Clint stared at her in silence as he processed what she said. “Harley…” he trailed off, unsure if he wanted to continue.

“Then, on my first assignment as a rookie agent, not only does the house I’m working at get robbed… but it’s my brother who happens to be the one breaking in. At least I knew you were alive, though, right?” she laughed, trying to lighten the mood. Harper grabbed her other knife and began cleaning it as she continued her story. “After Buck left you behind that night, I got right back into that ‘big sister mode.’ He shot both of us that night… but I was older, stronger, I had to keep you safe. Nothing else mattered. But it was painstakingly clear that we couldn’t work together.”

“But… Why?”

“Hawk, you got hurt because you were more concerned about me than yourself.” She paused, glancing at Clint. He remained silent, waiting for the rest of her story. “So, once we were healed up, I left. I left my job; I left my life because I needed to make sure that my brother stayed alive.”

“That’s why you started using the symbol again. So no one actually saw us together,” Clint realized.

Harper nodded. “Yeah, pretty much,” she agreed. She put away her other knife, moving on to cleaning her gun. “I knew it wasn’t enough, though; staying away from you. So, I did the only logical thing I could think of. I called Fury. I told him I had a prospect for him to check out that would be a great addition to his team. Not to mention a perfect fit when he finally made his little Avengers club,” she chuckled.

“That still doesn’t explain why we fight every time we see each other. If you’ve been protecting me all this time, why is it always a fight?” Clint asked, confused. “You ruined my wedding… You…” he groaned, “I mean, for god’s sake, Harley, you shot me the last time we crossed paths. Why?”

Harper sighed, setting the gun back on the desk. “Because,” she began slowly, choosing her words carefully, “If I hadn’t kept you away, I was afraid something would happen to you. I’ve worked for some really bad people, Hawk. If they thought I cared for you, even a little, they’d use that as leverage.” She laughed a little, adding, “Except the wedding. That was personal. I knew Bird was no good for you.”

Clint rolled his eyes, “Wedding aside…” he started, “You’re saying, all these years, it’s just been an act?”

“Basically,” Harper shrugged. “When you started hating me for it, I was a bit hurt, but it made the act far more believable.”

“So, this whole time, I thought it was me. I thought it was my fault that you hated me. I thought I got the job on my own, and you were jealous again; I thought the reason my family was safe was because of the steps I took. And you just went along with that?”

“What would you have wanted me to do, Hawk? Tell you the truth? Put your kids’ lives in danger? Fuck that! I’d rather you hate me than have to go through the pain of losing a child,” she responded angrily.

“We could have kept them safe, Harley. We could have kept you safe,” Clint argued, his voice rising slightly in frustration.

“Iwas safe, Hawk,” she snapped back. “And you know, you’re right. If I had told you the truth, maybe you would have actually helped me when I came to you. But what’s done is done. So can we just focus on moving forward? Once these two are gone, I won’t need your help ever again, and your family will be safe. You can go back to hating me, and you’ll never have to see me again, I promise.”

Clint shook his head, looking at his feet, unable to respond. He sighed heavily.

“For what it’s worth… I am sorry, Hawk. For everything. But I did what I had to do. I made my choice, so you didn’t have to. I couldn’t live with myself if I caused anything to happen to you, the kids, or even Laura,” she explained.

He glanced up at her, his face softening slightly. “It’s okay, Harls,” he replied. “I’m sure if the roles were reversed, I probably would have done the same thing.” He paused, looking down as he continued, “The choice is yours, Harper Lee, but…” Clint took his time, searching for the right words. “Look, the kids seemed to really enjoy your visit. And…”

“Hawk, stop,” she interrupted him, causing him to lift his eyes from the ground. “I know what you’re trying to get at, and I appreciate it. But, I can’t be the sister I once was to you. I can’t stick around, and I can’t join your little team. I’m alone in this, and that’s how I need to stay. It’s for the best,” she explained, staring him in the eyes.

Clint looked back at her silently for a few moments before nodding, accepting the answer without arguing. “How about we agree to disagree? And we can talk about it after we’re done with this job?” he suggested.

“Sure, Hawk,” she smiled.

Harper left her weapons lying on a cloth on the desk. She bent down, dug out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from her suitcase, and made her way to the bathroom to change. Maybe working with Clint won’t be so bad. She mused as she pulled on her shorts, turning to look at her reflection in the mirror as she ran her fingers over the scars on her shoulder. Then again, I do my best work alone.

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Fri, 27 May 2022 09:02:55

Chapter 10

It had been a month since Harper was brought back to the tower. She had been going to physical therapy every morning, despite the fact that she no longer required assistance with anything, and she was finally feeling back to her old self. It would still take some work for her to use her bow, or a gun, at least as she once had, but she was determined to get out of the care of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers as soon as she could.

Fury decided that the best option for her was to move to the compound. She would be able to heal in peace, mostly, and she would be able to work with weapons any time she wanted. Harper begrudgingly agreed, if for no other reason than knowing she owed her life to him. What harm could a few weeks in a guarded vacation home do anyway?

Four weeks at the compound passed quickly. Thanks to the serum, she was healing rapidly, felt stronger than ever before, and was finally able to use her right arm without much issue. She still wasn’t a hundred percent yet, but she was close enough.

Bucky had stuck by her side as much as she allowed, helping her to regain her strength and accuracy both in combat and with weaponry. She trusted him enough to let him take care of her, but it wasn’t always easy. Harper had never been one to allow anyone to get close to her. She was always guarded, cautious, and wary. But Bucky made her feel relaxed in a way that she’d only ever been able to relax around him. Harper now knew what it felt like, to be vulnerable, and it wasn’t a feeling she ever wanted to experience again. Bucky understood this and was very patient with her.

One afternoon, they were in the gym sparring with each other. He was careful with her right side, knowing her shoulder had taken the brunt of the damage and had yet to heal fully, or so he assumed.

“Come on, soldier, I know you can do better than that,” Harper taunted him.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Bucky protested.

“I’ve told you, soldier. I’ll be fine. After everything I went through, you’re nothing,” Harper retorted.

He scoffed, “And I’ve told you, call me Bucky. I’m not the Winter Soldier anymore, okay?”

“Fine… Bucky. Now show me what you got,” Harper challenged.

There was something going on with her. No one should be healing as quickly as Harper was. She was stronger too. Not wanting to press things though, Bucky just sighed as they both jumped into a fight stance, fists raised, ready to strike. They circled each other warily, sizing up their opponent and gauging if they could land any hit on them. Then Bucky threw a punch at Harper, who blocked it easily. She quickly retaliated with a kick to Bucky’s leg, causing him to stumble.

Harper followed that up by tackling him to the ground. She landed squarely on top of him, pinning his arms down underneath her. Bucky growled, trying to buck Harper off of him. She smirked and leaned in close to his ear. He froze instantly, his breathing labored.

She whispered, “Remember what happened last time we were like this? Remember how we nearly killed each other?” Bucky swallowed hard and nodded his head. A faint smile spread across her face, “Don’t worry, soldier… Bucky… This time is different,” she said softly.

Harper shifted her weight, so she was sitting astride Bucky’s hips, straddling his waist and allowing his arms to move freely once again. She saw something familiar in his eyes, something she had seen before when she was with the Winter Soldier. It was the same glimmer in his eye she remembered seeing each time he learned he would be working alongside her.

She knew it was wrong, but something in her heart pulled her forward. Something she had never felt before. That same pull grew stronger with every passing second until their lips met. Hard. Bucky responded by wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.

After several minutes, they pulled apart. Both were panting slightly. Bucky rested his forehead against hers. He gently ran his fingers through her hair before resting his hands on her lower back. They stayed like that for a few moments until Harper finally broke the silence, “I’m sorry…” she muttered.

Bucky shook his head, “For what?”

“I shouldn’t have kissed you…” she trailed off, sitting up on her knees still straddling Bucky’s hips.

Bucky smiled, “It’s alright.”

“No, Bucky,” she started. “I mean… we can’t…” she sighed softly, “It’s too dangerous.”

“What?” Bucky asked, confused.

Harper pushed herself off of him and stood up. “I’ve been walking this world alone for a long time, Bucky. It’s kept me safe all these years; I can’t risk doing something reckless like this.”

Bucky stood up, “I don’t understand, Harley.”

Harper turned to face him, “The last thing I need is someone getting hurt because I let my guard down,” she said firmly.

Bucky frowned, “Why don’t we just talk about this?” he suggested, brushing himself off.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Bucky. It just isn’t possible,” she insisted.

Bucky stepped forward, putting his hands lightly on her waist, “Look, Harley, I understand… I really do. But you’re not alone anymore.”

She backed away from him, pulling out of his grasp. “Listen, soldier. I’m not staying. Once I can use my bow again, I’m gone,” she stated firmly. Harper sighed, shaking her head when she saw the disappointment in his eyes. “It’s safer this way… for everyone,” she finished quietly. With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Bucky in the gym alone.

Standing at the line at the archery range, Harper pulled an arrow from the quiver on her back. Taking aim, she released her hand, nailing the target perfectly in the center. Smiling, she placed another arrow to her string, lining up for another shot. The next arrow was much faster than the first and hit the target dead center again, just to the side of the first.

“Looks like someone’s back to themselves,” a voice said behind her.

Harper sighed and turned to face the man who had spoken. “Still not perfect, but I’ll get there.”

“How are you feeling?”

She shrugged, “Better than before. The shoulder still has some healing to do, but with as much damage as that arrow did, I guess that’s to be expected.”

“You going to tell me yet just how you managed to heal almost completely in just over two months?”

“I told you, Hawk, I don’t know.”

“That’s bullshit, Harley. Why won’t you just tell me the truth? What harm could it do?” he questioned.

Harper glared at him, “Why is it so important that you know?” she spat.

“Because you’re my sister, Harley,” Clint replied simply. “Here I am, trying to reach out to you, giving you a chance, and you just turn it into a fight.”

“You’re only bitching because you feel guilty, Hawk. I’m not stupid,” Harper retorted sharply.

Clint sighed, “Guilt or not; it doesn’t matter. I’m trying, Harley. Why can’t you?”

“Because I don’t need your pity, Clint. I needed my brother. I reached out to my brother. And you brushed me off like I was dust on your bow,” she hissed angrily.

Clint sighed, “I’m sorry, Harls. I should have listened… I shouldn’t have reacted so cold toward you when you first showed up. I’m sorry. Just -”

“Just stop, Hawk. Save your ‘sorry.’ I don’t need it. Not from you. Not from anyone,” Harper snapped harshly.

Clint flinched, “Alright,” he mumbled softly. “Then what do you want?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. I’m healthy enough. I think I’m just going to go,” Harper answered.

“Go where?” Clint questioned.

“Back to work. Back to what I do best,” Harper answered.

Clint looked shocked, “You want to leave? To do what? Find the two people that tried to kill you? That’s suicide, Harley!”

“I have an advantage this time. I’ll be fine,” Harper assured him.

Her brother stared at her intently, studying her facial expression. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully before taking a deep breath. “The serum,” he murmured.

Harper gave him a quizzical look, “Excuse me?”

“The serum you were searching for. Fury told you where to find it, and you took it. Didn’t you?” Clint guessed. “That’s why you survived the attack. The serum was already trying to heal your wounds before Barnes ever found you.”

Harper nodded slowly; there was no sense lying to him. “Yes,” she agreed. “I injected a small dose before they ever found me. When Barnes brought me here, Fury found the vials in my bag and had Banner give me a second dose.”

“That explains it,” Clint nodded. “Listen, Harley. Why don’t we make a deal? One where we can both get what we want?”

“Like what?”

“Before you leave, give me two weeks. I’ll find the men that attacked you, and you have more time to heal and practice; get yourself back where you know you need to be,” Clint negotiated.

“Why?” she questioned. “Why help me now?”

“They are as much a threat to me as they are you. Not to mention, if you go at it alone and fail, they become a threat to my kids. They made us into what we are… so what do you say we end it the same way we started? Together.”

Harper hesitated before saying, “Fine. I guess we’ll see what happens,” she replied. “But only two weeks, Hawk. That’s it.”

Clint nodded, “Good enough for me,” he said with a smirk before heading towards the exit.

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Wed, 25 May 2022 09:01:44

Chapter 9

Two weeks had passed since Bucky found Harper clinging to life in Atlanta. One of the doctors helping to care for her in the tower felt that she was at the point that they could safely bring her out of the drug-induced coma. They began to lower the dose of the anesthetic she was being given in hopes of easing her awake slowly.

Though he had spent the better part of the last fourteen days by Harper’s side, Bucky was away on a short mission when they began the process of waking her. When he returned early the next morning, he rushed to the clinic and was thankful to see she was still asleep. Bruce was checking her vitals and I.V. medications when Bucky walked in. He froze for a moment when he saw Clint seated in a chair on the other side of Harper’s bed.

“Ah, Barnes, welcome back,” Bruce greeted. “She should be awake soon, so you’re just in time.”

Bucky looked over at Clint, who met his gaze. He could see the sadness in Clint’s eyes as if he was fighting with himself not to show it. Bucky swallowed thickly before walking over and taking a seat in an empty chair next to Harper. “Barton…” he began softly.

“I know,” Clint whispered before placing his hand gently on Harper’s. “She wouldn’t want to see me anyway. I just didn’t want her alone if she woke up before you got back.” He stood from his chair and began walking to the door.

“If you want to stay, then stay, Clint,” Bucky told him. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you when you first came to see her,” he said apologetically. “I know she is the only family you have left besides your kids, and-”

“Maybe by blood, Barnes, but Harley and I haven’t been family for a really long time,” Clint argued softly, opening the door of the room and walking out without another word.

Bruce watched him leave before turning back to Bucky, who was looking down at his hands before running them through his hair nervously. “He’ll come around. They both will,” Banner assured him. Bucky nodded but did not respond. Pulling out a book, he leaned back in his chair and began reading, trying to find some way to keep his mind off of everything that was going on.

Bucky was so lost in his book that he didn’t notice Harper had begun to stir ever so slightly. Her eyelids fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the light and surroundings. She gave a weak smile when she finally noticed who was in the room with her. “Well, hey there, soldier,” she said hoarsely.

Bucky looked up from his book, smiling slightly when he saw her awake. “Hey yourself, Angel,” he responded softly. “How are you feeling?” he asked as he closed his book and set it aside.

“I’ve been worse,” she joked, trying to laugh but instead wincing when pain flared through her body. “Where am I?” she questioned, confused.

“You’re at the Avengers’ Tower in New York,” he answered. “Try not to move too much yet. You’re banged up pretty good, and need to rest.”

“How’d I get here?” she questioned further. “The last thing I remember was being in a hotel room.”

“You were hurt pretty bad, Angel, and-”

“Please, soldier, call me Harley. Keep that Angel shit for work,” she cut him off.

Bucky hesitated slightly before nodding. “Alright… Harley,” he replied. “The short version, I guess, is that I found you in your hotel room in Atlanta. You were… in rough shape. You have a couple of gunshot wounds, some cuts, and scrapes, bruising, a couple of broken ribs, and an arrow wound to your right shoulder,” Bucky explained.

“Damn,” she muttered, trying to remember what happened. “How long have I been here?”

“About two weeks now.”

“Why’d you come looking for me?” Harley asked curiously.

“Honestly? I overheard Fury tell Clint that he was worried. He thought something had happened to you. Clint didn’t seem too concerned and said you could handle yourself. But you saved my life before, so, I don’t know, maybe I felt like I owed you one,” he shrugged.

“If Fury was involved, I can see how you knew what city to look at, but Atlanta isn’t exactly a small town. How’d you know where I was?”

Bucky chuckled a little, “I know you always stay in the most expensive hotel when you’re on a job. I also remembered the alias you used to use and took a shot. With a little white lie, I managed to get into your room. When I walked in, I saw you on the bed…” He hung his head as he finished his explanation.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “For coming for me,” Harley added. “I know I’m not really worth saving, but thank you.”

“Youare worth it,” Bucky said firmly, meeting her gaze.

Harley smiled weakly, “You know that’s not true, soldier. You should know better than anyone.”

Bucky sighed deeply, knowing entirely too well why she felt the way she did. He also knew there was no winning the argument over the matter. “Do you know who did this to you?” he asked, changing the subject.

“I didn’t see their faces if that’s what you’re asking. But I know who sent them, and I have a pretty good idea of who the two men were that attacked me. And believe me, I am going to make them pay for this,” she swore, a fire burning behind her green eyes.

“Harley. We-”

“No, soldier,” she interrupted, causing him to fall silent. “This is my fight, mine, and I’m going to take care of it. They made the mistake of leaving me alive, and that mistake is going to cost them dearly,” she told him, determination burning behind her words.

“Harley, please. You don’t have to fight alone. You’re going to be out of action for a few months, at least. Let us help you,” he pleaded. “We can protect you.”

“No,” she shook her head adamantly. “I won’t allow you, or anyone, to put their life on the line for me. These people would give the Winter Soldier a run for his money alone, let alone as a team. I won’t let any of you risk yourselves for me,” she continued to argue.

The door to the room opened, pulling their attention away from the conversation. “Sorry to interrupt,” Bruce apologized sheepishly. “How are you feeling, Miss Barton?”

Harley offered a smile, “Been better. Been worse,” she joked.

Bruce smirked faintly, glad that she could still joke about all of this despite how badly she must feel. “There’s a couple of people who would like to see you, if you’re up for it, that is?”

She nodded, “Sure, why not.”

“I’ll go,” Bucky said quickly, standing from his chair. “I’ll come to check on you again later if you want?”

Despite the annoyance Harley was feeling at their argument moments ago, she found herself smiling at him as she spoke, “Yeah, alright.” He moved closer to the side of the bed and took her hand in his. Harley squeezed his hand lightly. “Thanks, soldier. For everything.”

“You’re welcome, Harley,” he answered quietly before grabbing his book off of the chair and leaving the room.

Once he was gone, Bruce turned to her. “Are you hungry?”

Harley nodded, “A little, yeah.”

“I’ll see what I can get for you,” Bruce said. “I’ll let Fury and Clint know that you’re awake, but to give you a little bit of time before they come to see you, okay?”

“That’s fine. Thank you,” Harper told Banner as he headed towards the door. As soon as he was gone, Harley laid back against her pillow. Her eyes drifted shut after a while as exhaustion started to weigh on her tired body.

Harley awoke again a few hours later to find her brother sitting next to her bed. “Hey,” she mumbled.

“Hey,” Clint said back softly. He reached out and brushed some of her hair away from her face. “How do you feel?”

“Like a semi-truck ran me over,” Harley replied with a slight chuckle that quickly turned to a groan.

“You look like it too.” Clint laughed.

“Thanks,” Harper said sarcastically. She sighed, trying to sit up but still unable to move much.

Clint watched as his sister struggled. He’d never seen her so helpless before. She was always the one taking care of him, always there to ensure he was safe. Now, when she had needed him most, he wasn’t there for her.

Harper could see in his eyes that he felt responsible. “I’ll be fine, Hawk. Really,” she tried to assure him. “I’ve been hurt before; this isn’t anything new.”

Clint looked at her sternly. “This is different, Harper Lee.”

“First, you know I hate when you use my full name. I’m not some kid in trouble, Hawk,” she scolded. “Second, how is this any different than any other time? I’ve been shot before, I’ve had bones broken before,” Harper tried to reason.

Clint just shook his head. “Not like this. This is different.”

“Why?”

“Because…” Clint paused. He took a deep breath. “Harley, you almost died. You needed blood transfusions and surgeries. You have so much morphine pumping through you that I’m surprised you feel any of the pain at all. For fuck sake, you were in a coma for two damn weeks. And now you’re trying to brush it off because your stupid, selfish ass can’t deal with being vulnerable.”

“You’re right,” she stated simply. “But you know what else? None of that is your fault, Clint. Not one thing that happened to me is anyone’s fault but my own. So why should I take the charity of you and your friends because of my own stupidity?”

“Harley-”

“No,” she cut him off. “I get it, Hawk. You’re my brother. You feel bad because it wasn’t you that jumped to my rescue. You blew me off, and now you feel responsible for what happened. But I am not a damsel in distress. I don’t need you, or your friends, to save me. I can take care of myself.” She glared at him. “I’m stronger than you think I am.”

“I know you’re strong, and I respect that. But damn it, Harley, you don’t have to be. If you had just told me you were in trouble instead of playing your bullshit games, I could have helped you.” He glared at her, willing her to understand what he was saying.

She stared at her brother. “It’s my fight, Hawk, not yours. This isn’t some back alley fight or a bunch of aliens from outer space. This is my life, and if I can’t handle it, then that’s my problem.”

“Do you even hear yourself? This isn’t about you or your bullshit jobs. This is about you getting hurt. This is about you almost dying for fuck sake!”

Harper rolled her eyes. “I’m. Fine. Hawk,” she snapped. Her tone was angry.

Before Clint could say anything, Director Fury walked into the room. “Barton, good to see you awake,” he greeted.

“I can only assume I owe you a thank you for saving my life?” Harper asked sarcastically.

Director Fury smirked slightly. “We’ll call it a personal courtesy,” he answered calmly. “I don’t want to take up too much of your time, Barton. I know you need to rest. But I have to ask…”

“I know what you want, Fury. I didn’t see their faces, but I have a pretty good idea who it was. I’m not as worried about them as I am who sent them. If they found me in Georgia, I can only assume they found Scorpio.”

Director Fury nodded. “Don’t worry about that. They are safe,” he assured her.

Harper nodded. “Thank god.”

“We need to know who attacked you, though, Barton. We need to make sure that they won’t try to come after you here at the tower. It could put all of us at risk,” Fury continued.

“They think I’m dead, Fury. They won’t try to show up here as long as I lay low until I’m healed enough to fight again,” Harper stated.

Clint frowned. “And what if you’re wrong?”

“I’m not,” she glared at her brother.

“We can’t take that risk, Barton,” Fury insisted. “We need to know who targeted you.”

Harper shook her head. “Fury, this is all a personal vendetta. Against me, and you. They aren’t stupid enough to try to hit a S.H.I.E.L.D. location. That would be suicidal.”

Fury raised an eyebrow. “Me?”

“I did my research while I was figuring out their identity. Think about it, Nick. Who else do you think would involve Scorpio?”

He paused for a moment, hoping he was wrong. “Leviathan?” Fury questioned.

Harper glared at him. “Yes, Leviathan.”

“What are you two talking about?” Clint asked curiously.

“It is - well, it was, a Russian-based organization. They were similar to Hydra, but when they failed, the organization’s leader turned his efforts to destroying the other members of the Zodiac. I’m the last surviving member,” Fury explained.

“Then, who’s Scorpio?” Clint questioned.

“My son,” Fury replied simply. “It’s part of the reason I know your sister so well,” he continued.

Clint looked between the two, trying to decipher what they meant. “I don’t understand.”

“Fury and I met while I was enlisted. When I got out, he got me a job with the CIA working under him. But when he joined S.H.I.E.L.D., I left the agency and went rogue,” Harper answered. “He tried to recruit me, but I was making better money on my own. It didn’t seem worth it to give that up. So, instead, he gave me a job. No one knew about his kid, and he wanted to keep it that way, but Fury also wanted to ensure his son was kept safe. I still took on jobs for the highest bidder, but between jobs, I was with Marcus and his mother.”

“So, this Marcus, is Fury’s kid, andScorpio?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what mess Marcus got himself into or why he took up the moniker. I just know, I was contacted by Orion to take out Scorpio. As soon as I learned who it really was, I canceled the contract. Orion didn’t like that, so he sent people after me. The only two people that could actually pose a threat to me when teamed together.” Harper looked to her brother, her eyes pleading with him to understand.

“I thought they quit the game when they couldn’t kill me?” Clint asked, confused.

“They couldn’t kill you because you had help, Hawk. I don’t.” She paused, letting her words sink in. “But, now that they think I’m dead, it needs to stay that way until I can take care of things. If they know they failed, they will do what they can to get me out of hiding. That includes making a little trip to Missouri if they need to.” Harper’s words hit hard, causing Clint to realize exactly what his sister was suggesting.

“You’re not taking care of shit, Harley. This is far beyond anything you can handle alone. Not to mention the risk involved if you fail again. Screw your pride for once. You’re out of commission for a few months at least, so we’re helping whether you like it or not. This is no longer a personal problem for you, Harper Lee. It’s now an Avenger problem,” Clint spoke firmly, not letting her protest.

Harper sighed, knowing that arguing wouldn’t change her brother’s mind, but she hated that he was right. She’d be risking her life if she tried to go on alone. Harper knew this, she understood it, but… she still hated the idea of accepting help. She still wanted to prove to herself that she was stronger than she had ever believed she could be. She just wanted to prove to herself that she could do this, that she could defend herself against those who would attack her.

Clint left the room quickly before Harper could even agree with him. As soon as the door shut behind him, Fury spoke up again. “Are you going to tell them about the serum?”

“Clint is pissed enough. I think it’s best if I wait before I tell him,” she answered honestly. “He’s not ready to hear about it.”

“I think he deserves to know,” Fury responded. “They will all know something once they realize just how quickly you are healing.”

“Banner injected me with a second dose, didn’t he? Or at least a proper dose?”

“Your injuries were -”

“That’s a yes,” she sighed, cutting him off. “I appreciate it, Fury. All of this. I’m sorry it got to this point.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Barton. We share the blame on this one.”

Harper smiled ruefully at him. “Thanks for everything.”

“Anytime.” He nodded to her before turning and walking out of the room.

Harper leaned back against the pillows, running a hand slowly through her hair. God, she felt exhausted. She closed her eyes briefly, hoping the meds would help calm her thoughts and calm her nerves.

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Mon, 23 May 2022 14:02:14

Chapter 8

Bucky found himself in Atlanta the next afternoon. He knew enough about Harper that he hoped it wouldn’t take long to locate her. Opening the browser on his phone, he looked up the most expensive hotel in the area. Clicking on the number, he called the front desk.

“Hello, thank you for calling. How can we help you today?” a young female answered.

“I am looking for my wife, and I’m hoping you can tell me if she has checked out yet or not?” Bucky lied confidently.

“I would be happy to look for you, sir. Can I have the last name?”

“It should be under Samael,” he told the girl. It was the alias she had always used when working for Hydra, so it was worth trying now. “I’m not sure which first name she used, but it should be either Lilith or Freya.”

There was a pause, but he could hear the clicking of the keys as the girl typed on the computer. “It looks like she is still checked in and has the room booked for another couple of days, sir,” she informed him.

“Wonderful,” Bucky said, “Can you put me through to her room? She isn’t answering her cell phone, and I just want to make sure she is doing alright.”

“Of course, sir. Just one moment.”

After another brief pause, the phone began to ring. Bucky let the tone play through a few times and then hung up. Harper wasn’t answering, which could mean one of two things. Bucky could only hope that it meant she was out of the room, but he still had a bad feeling in his gut about this entire situation. Plugging the address into his phone’s GPS, Bucky made his way to the hotel.

He approached the front desk, where a young woman stood behind a large counter. “Hi, there,” he said, trying to appear friendly. “My wife is currently checked in here. I tried her cell phone and room phone, but there was no answer. Is there any way you can help me out?”

“Oh yes, you called for her not too long ago,” the clerk said. “Let me try calling her room since we don’t usually give out guest information. If she doesn’t answer, I will make an exception this once for you.”

“Ireally appreciate it,” Bucky smiled at her. He walked over to the seating area in the lobby and waited while she called up to the room.

The young clerk tried to call Harper’s room three times over twenty minutes before giving up and creating another key for the room. Placing it in the small sleeve with the room number, she walked around the counter to the lobby and approached Bucky. “I tried calling a few times, but there was no answer,” she explained, handing him the card. “Here is a key for the room. If you have any trouble, just let me know,” she smiled at him kindly.

“Thank you so much,” he told her.

She left the lobby and went back to work, leaving Bucky alone. He quickly made his way to the room, knocking on the door first, hoping that Harper might answer. When there was no response, he used the key and opened the door, thankful she didn’t lock it with the safety locks. Bucky stepped inside and quickly closed the door behind him, glancing around the room. He could tell immediately something was wrong.

Walking farther in, Bucky saw Harper laid out on the bed with blood staining the sheets. She was unmoving, and her breathing was shallow. Her skin was pale, and her usually bright blonde hair now had hints of a dull copper-red. She had been beaten pretty badly and was bleeding from multiple wounds all over her body.

Bucky’s heart ached. The Dark Angel was untouchable, just as he had been as the Winter Soldier. Seeing her so weak, so helpless, broke something in his heart that had never been touched before. He couldn’t help but kneel down beside the bed, tears pricking his eyes as he gently brushed a few strands of blonde hair away from her face. “Damn it, Angel,” he whispered with a sigh. “You’re going to be okay. I promise,” he murmured.

He stood back up, pulled out his phone, and took a seat in the chair at the small desk. Scrolling through the names in his contact list, he knew there was only one person he could call.

“What is it, Barnes?”

“It’s about the Dark Angel, Fury,” he replied.

“What about her?” the director asked.

“I found her, sir. And it’s not good.”

“Hang on a minute,” Fury responded. Bucky could hear shuffling on the other end for a few moments and then heard a door slam shut. “Where did you find her?” Fury finally spoke again.

“At a hotel in Atlanta,” he replied.

“Was she conscious when you found her?” the director questioned.

“No. She is unconscious, and her injuries are extensive.”

Fury groaned. “Is she breathing?”

“Yes, she’s alive, but barely. She is severely wounded, sir.”

“How serious are her injuries?”

“She was bleeding profusely, though it seems to have stopped for the time being, and has severe lacerations across her chest and abdomen. A wound straight through her shoulder, but I don’t know what from. She has bruises all over her as well. I don’t know what happened to her, but she’s in bad shape.”

Fury sighed. “Send me the location and room number. I’ll have someone come and collect her. Whatever you do, do not give them any information about who she is. Clean her up as best you can, and I’ll have a clean-up crew handle the room.”

“Understood, sir,” Bucky said, hanging up.

Setting his phone down, Bucky ran his hand over his face before standing and walking to the bathroom. He turned on the water at the sink, allowing it to warm up while he grabbed a couple of the small face towels. Wetting each and wringing them out, he shut off the water and walked back to the bed. Bucky gently began to wipe the dried blood off Harper’s exposed skin.

As he cleaned off her face, he heard a quiet groan escape her lips. Bucky froze. His heart was beating faster than usual as he looked at Harper. “Hey, Angel, stay with me, okay?” he whispered softly. Bucky placed his hand in hers, wrapping her fingers around his palm. “I know you’re weak, but if you can hear me, please, try to squeeze my hand. Or twitch your fingers. Something,” he begged her.

Harper tried her best to close her hand around his, only able to curl her fingers a little. Her eyes flitted open briefly, and he felt a pang of hope. “You’re okay, Angel. I need you to keep fighting for me. We’re going to get you out of here and fixed up. I promise, okay?” Harper moaned again in response, squeezing his hand as best she could.

Once Bucky had gotten her as cleaned up as he could, he set about packing up all of her things. He picked up the room and ensured everything was where it needed to be. There was a knock at the door that took his attention. Approaching it carefully, he looked out the peephole to see a pair of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents on the other side. Bucky opened the door and ushered them inside.

“We’re going to take her out the back door and directly into our van. She’ll be transported to the hangar, where we will be getting her onto a quinjet to fly her back to New York. Fury said you could fly back with her, if you want,” one of the agents explained to Bucky.

“Yeah, okay. What about clean-up in here?” Bucky asked.

“We have a team coming in. Just give us your room keys, and one of the agents will check her out once the room is clean,” he replied.

Bucky nodded at him and handed the man the two room keys. The agents thanked him, carefully picked up Harper, and walked out of the room. The second they were gone, Bucky grabbed her bag and made his way to the front of the hotel. He avoided the front desk and quickly got into his car to follow the van to the S.H.I.E.L.D. hangar.

Within two hours of Bucky calling Fury, he and Harper were back at the Avenger’s Tower safe. Bruce was hard at work figuring out just how extensive Harper’s injuries were. While he worked on the scans and tests, Bucky stayed by Harper’s side, watching the monitors, waiting for any answers Banner could give him.

Clint walked into the room while a nurse was cleaning up a few more wounds on Harper. “What happened, Barnes?” he asked, concerned.

“Why do you care?” Bucky asked him sharply, looking at him coldly.

“She’s my sister. Why wouldn’t I care about her?” Clint replied simply.

“You didn’t seem overly concerned when Fury told you he was worried something happened,” Bucky snapped. “What if I hadn’t overheard? Huh? What if I hadn’t flown down there to find her? If it had been left to you, she’d be dead, Barton!”

Clint put his hands up defensively. “Okay. Yeah. You’ve got a point. But she’s still my sister. We may not like each other, but I still love her,” Clint admitted quietly. Bucky stared at him for a moment in silence before turning away. “Do you know what happened?” Clint inquired after several minutes.

“No,” Bucky said bluntly, shaking his head slowly. “I took a shot in the dark that she still used the same alias, and I knew she only ever stayed at the most expensive hotels. By the time I got to her, she was unconscious and barely breathing.” Bucky paused for a long moment before continuing. “I called Fury, got her cleaned up as best I could, and we came back here. The doctor has her in a medically induced coma, but there’s no telling how bad things are yet.”

“Shit,” Clint muttered, running a hand through his hair. He glanced at the monitors and frowned. After a few minutes of silence, Barton turned to leave. “If anything changes, let me know,” he called over his shoulder. Clint looked back at Bucky with a somber expression as he stepped through the door. “Thanks, Barnes,” he added, closing the door as he left.

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Fri, 20 May 2022 09:01:58

Chapter 7

Harper arrived in Atlanta and parked outside the house. It had been several years since she had last seen the mother and son that resided inside. The home was dark when she entered, but as soon as her footsteps fell upon the creaking floorboards, a form appeared in the hallway between the living room and where Harper needed to go.

“It’s been a while,” said the man who appeared before her.

“Marcus, now isn’t a good time,” she warned.

The man raised his left hand, aiming a gun at Harper’s heart. “Seems like that choice is up to me, not you.”

She sighed, shaking her head slightly. “I taught you everything you know, junior. But I didn’t teach you everything I know. Just let me do what I need to, and I’ll be gone.”

“Who sent you?” Marcus questioned.

“No one fucking sent me,” she scoffed. “I’m here to get something, that’s it.”

His finger slowly moved off the gun’s trigger, relaxing only slightly. “And just what would that be?”

“That’s my business, not yours.”

“So you’re not here for me? Or my mom?” he questioned.

“No. I’m not. You know damn well, if I was here for either of you, you’d both be dead already. I wouldn’t be standing here making small talk with you.”

He looked away from Harper, lowering the weapon and placing it back in its holster. “So why are you here?” he asked.

“The safe in the office. I just need to get something out of it. Then I’m going on my merry way,” she answered.

“How do you expect to get in? My mother has the key hidden, and neither of us knows the code.”

“I have the code, dumbass. Otherwise, I would have shown up when I knew your mother was here. Not when I thought the house was empty.” Harper took a few steps toward the hall where he stood. “Now, are you going to let me get what I came for? Or are you just going to cause a problem?”

Marcus stepped aside, allowing Harper to walk down the hallway to the office. “What’s in there that you need so badly?”

“Nothing you need to know about,” she stated. “Now, if you don’t mind, I need to be quick. The longer I’m here, the greater the risk to you… and your mom.”

Marcus watched Harper until she disappeared around the corner and into the room. It wasn’t long before she reemerged, tucking something into the pocket of her jacket. She paused briefly at his side to pat his shoulder as she passed him. Once she reached the front door, Harper turned back to face the young man. “Listen, Marcus…” she started, locking eyes with him. “You’re like a brother to me, and you know full well I would never let harm come to you or your mother. I don’t know what kind of shit you got yourself caught up in. Hell, I don’t think I want to know. But promise me something, alright?”

“Sure.” He shrugged. “I guess?” he replied, not sure of the question.

“Promise me you will reach out if it gets too bad? Your mom knows people to call. They can help protect you both.”

Marcus nodded his head, “I promise,” he assured her. “But what about you?”

“Keeping you two safe is the reason I can’t stay now, nor can I have contact with either of you until I know this threat is squashed. I know damn well that whoever you pissed off has someone tracking me, even if they’re doing a shit job of it. That’s why I have to get back to New York before they can find me here.”

He studied Harper’s face for another moment, trying to read some sort of emotion that he couldn’t see. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of her words. She had always been cryptic, and he never really knew how much she meant by anything she said, but he could tell she meant everything this time. He trusted her. That’s what mattered most in this situation. “I understand,” Marcus told her. “Be careful.”

“Always am,” she assured him with a smirk as she walked out of the house.

It had been five days since Fury had seen Harper. He wasn’t expecting her to reach out once she had acquired the serum, but he had thought someone would have mentioned her visit. While sitting in his office, he decided to call once again.

“Hello?” a man answered.

“I’m looking for Nia,” Fury replied.

“Sure, just a second.”

Fury could hear some shuffling before a woman spoke up. “Hello?”

“Nia, has the Angel arrived yet?”

“She was here two days ago. As far as I knew, she was heading back your way. Why?” Nia asked.

“I haven’t heard from her. Not that I expected to, but what she said before she left has me wondering.”

“Nick…” her voice trailed off. He could hear the worry in her tone, though.

“I’ll figure it out. Just stay alert. When I know more, I’ll fill you in,” Fury told her, hanging up the phone without another word.

Fury sat there for a moment with a troubled look on his face. Things like this didn’t typically phase him, but knowing the people involved made this situation different. This was a possible threat to people he cared deeply for, not just friends and colleagues.

Standing from his desk, Nick walked out of his office and down to the archery range. He found Clint working with some recruits and called him into the empty hallway to speak with him. “It’s about your sister, Barton,” Fury began.

“What about her?”

“How much do you know about her life?” Fury questioned. Barton looked at Fury in confusion. “Let me put it this way,” he tried, “Before a couple of weeks ago, when was the last time you saw her?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “Close to fifteen years. Why?”

“She was in my office last week, wanting that serum. She said there was someone after her,” Fury said.

Clint rolled his eyes, “There’s no one that could be a threat to her.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Barton. Someone, or something, has her spooked enough to seek me out.”

“Look, Fury, with all due respect, Harley has made more than her fair share of enemies through the years. I’m sure she is fine and just said what she felt she needed to say to get what she wanted,” Clint insisted.

As Clint and Fury continued their conversation about Harper, Bucky approached from a side hallway. Before he could turn the corner, he heard the two men talking. Stopping in his tracks, Bucky stood with his back against the wall and listened.

“Barton, your sister was last seen in Atlanta two days ago, and there has been no sign of her since. I’ve got a bad feeling that something happened to her,” Fury explained.

“And that makes it my problem how exactly?” Clint responded. “Just because she is my sister doesn’t mean I would go on some wild goose chase to find her because of some ‘bad feeling.’”

Fury sighed heavily; he couldn’t argue with that. “Look, I just want to make sure she’s okay. If she isn’t, then we might need to think about how to protect ourselves,” Fury reasoned.

The two men stared each other down for a few seconds before Clint turned around and headed back towards the range. “I’m sorry, Fury, but I can’t help you,” he said as the door shut behind him.

Bucky let out a breath and walked down the hall, back the way he had come. He knew the Angel, and he knew Fury. If something had the two of them worried, it wasn’t anything good. Bucky knew Clint wouldn’t do anything, not until it was too late anyway. Still… he couldn’t shake the idea that something terrible was going to happen, if it hadn’t already…

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Wed, 18 May 2022 09:00:56

Chapter 6

Fury opened the door to his office, flipping on the light as he stepped inside. He seemed unphased as the light revealed someone sitting in his chair at the desk. The stranger had their head tipped back and hands behind their head, eyes closed, and their feet kicked up on the desk with their ankles crossed.

“To what do I owe the visit?” Fury asked.

“I just have some questions… Director.”

“Those questions wouldn’t have anything to do with the files that you copied from S.H.I.E.L.D. servers, would they?” He stepped further into his office, closing the door behind him.

“They might.” The person lowered their feet to the floor and sat up in the chair.

Fury stood at the corner of his desk. “Then allow me to ask a question first,” he began. “Are we playing fair?”

“That entirely depends on you, Fury,” the visitor shrugged.

Nick took his weapon out of its holster and placed it in the center of his desk. The visitor stood, placed a knife on the desk and walked around to the other side, allowing Fury to take a seat in his chair. “What questions might you have, Barton?” he asked.

“I want to know where the vials from Project Gladiator are,” Harper answered.

Fury sat back in his chair. “You won’t find them,” he responded.

“You really believe that?” she challenged.

“I can assure you,” Fury answered, leaning forward onto his desk, “That no one can find those vials.”

“I think you underestimate me,” Harper stated flatly.

“What do you want them for?”

Harper smirked. “That’s my business.”

Fury sat up straight again. “It’s going to come out, either way, Barton.”

“Maybe,” she agreed, “But on my time, not yours.”

“So… you want it for yourself,” he reasoned.

“Never said anything to the contrary, did I?” She asked.

“No,” he confirmed. “But you know as well as I do that there are plenty of people who would love to get their hands on those vials.”

She took a seat opposite him, resting her arms on the desk with her hands clasped. “You’re right; there are. But none of them matter. I’m not doing this for the money. Now, we can either do this the simple way, and you just give me what I want. Or we can do this the fun way, for me anyway, and I take what I want. The choice is yours, Fury.”

Fury sighed, knowing that he couldn’t win an argument against her without giving something away. “Let’s be honest, Barton. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t already have an idea of where the serum is. So you don’t actually need me to give you thatinformation.”

“Fair point,” she acknowledged.

“Why come then?”

The young woman smirked again, leaning back slightly. “Call it a professional courtesy,” Harper shrugged.

“I see,” Fury nodded. “Is that why no one has been hurt?”

“Yet…” she clarified. “No one has been hurt yet.”

Harper kept her eyes locked on Fury. She could tell he was trying to process all the information he had thus far. His eyebrows furrowed, thinking about how to proceed. Eventually, his shoulders relaxed, and his gaze became less serious. “Alright, Barton. Let’s make a deal.”

A smirk crept on her lips again. “What sort of deal?”

“Call it a personal courtesy,” he countered. “You get what you want, and no one gets hurt in the process.”

“What’s in it for you?” she asked.

“Answers, Barton. I want answers.”

Harper sat up in the chair, folding her arms over her chest. “How specific do these answers have to be?”

Fury looked thoughtful for a moment before answering. “Specific enough that I can justify what I’m agreeing to.”

She nodded in agreement. “Fine. But only out of respect.”

“Fair,” he replied. “Why do you want the serum?”

“Personal use,” Harper replied shortly.

“Personal for yourself?”

“Yes.”

Fury nodded, understanding. “What for?”

“Call it precautionary.”

“And why would you need any sort of safeguard?”

Harper sighed, “What are we doing, Fury? Playing twenty questions?”

“You could give me the short version if you’re in a hurry,” he offered.

Harper considered for a moment before responding. “Someone contacted me to take out a target. They wanted me to take down someone going by the name Scorpio. I took the job without question.” She watched Fury’s eyes widen slightly. He knew exactly who she had been sent after. “Once I found out this Scorpio’s real identity, I changed my mind. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t realize the reach the original contact had. Now… the hunter has become the hunted,” she explained.

Fury raised his eyebrows slightly. He had known Harper for many years and never knew her to be the one under attack.

Harper continued, “There’s not many that can do my job better than me, Nick. You know that better than most. I can’t take that risk this time around. Not without a safety net.”

Fury sat quietly for a moment. Then he nodded in agreement. “What happens next, Barton?”

Before she could answer, a knock on the office door interrupted them. A voice came through the door, “Director Fury?”

Fury looked towards the door. “Yes?”

Agent Hill opened the door, just enough to poke her head inside. “Sorry to interrupt, but they’re back, sir.”

Fury nodded, and Hill closed the door. He turned back to Harper, “Unless you want to see your brother again, I’d suggest heading out the same way you arrived.” He wrote some information on a piece of paper and handed it to Harper. “I’ll let her know to expect you.”

Harper took the paper and offered a respectful nod before standing up and quickly leaving the office. Fury sat in the silence for a while, taking in all the new information. He didn’t like the thought of Harper, or anyone, having those vials, but he was sure that he chose the lesser of two evils this time around. Besides, he owed her one for turning the job down. The least he could do was help her survive the consequences.

Fury stood from his chair and left his office, locking the door behind him. As he walked the halls toward the briefing room, his mind was racing with the possibilities of who could have Harper concerned enough to seek out his help, even if it was just to confirm what she already knew. And who had tried to hire her in the first place?

Fury walked into the large meeting room, took a seat at the head of the long table, and looked around at each team member seated around him. “So,” he began, “What did you find out?”

“Well, sir, I know who has been breaking into the different S.H.I.E.L.D. locations,” Clint spoke up first.

“And it is?”

“My sister, sir,” Clint answered.

“Do we know what she is looking for?”

“Not entirely. We know she wants information on something Laura worked on when she was with S.H.I.E.L.D., but aside from the name of the project, we have no idea what it is,” Clint said.

“She wants information on something called Project Gladiator, sir,” Steve added.

“It was a project intended to try to replicate the Super Soldier Serum. After some setbacks, Laura succeeded in not only making the Super Soldier Serum but a combination serum as well. Laura and I were the only ones that knew about that accomplishment,” Fury explained.

“What could she possibly want with that?” Natasha asked. “She seems to be going through a lot of trouble if she just wants it to sell to the highest bidder.”

Fury looked between the three Avengers, not wanting to reveal more than they needed to know. “I couldn’t say. Did she mention if she is working for anyone?”

“No. Not directly anyway. She mentioned something about a client, but there’s no telling with her if it was just empty words or not,” Clint replied.

“This isn’t going to be a problem for you, is it Barton? Possibly having to take down your sister?”

“No sir,” he assured. “She and I haven’t been on the best of terms in a very long time.”

“Good,” Fury stated. “Let’s keep our guard up then until we figure out exactly what her intentions are,” Fury instructed.

“Yes, sir,” the trio answered in unison.

Once Fury was back in his office, he locked the door and sat at his desk. After several minutes of debate with himself, he picked up the landline and dialed a phone number.

“Hello?” a woman answered cautiously.

“I’m sorry to call you like this,” Fury replied.

“Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I’m calling to tell you that the Dark Angel will be stopping by. Whether or not she’ll stop when you are at the house, I don’t know, but she is picking up something.”

The silence on the line lasted for what seemed like an eternity. “Are we still safe with her?” the woman finally asked.

Fury hesitated before answering. “I trust her,” he said.

A small sigh could be heard from the other end of the line. “That doesn’t answer the question?” she pressed.

“The Angel won’t do anything to hurt you, you know that. I’m sure she will make it a point to show up while you’re both away. She is taking something from the safe, and that’s all,” Fury told the woman.

“Okay,” she agreed. There was no arguing against him. The woman knew he would never lie to her. “Thank you.”

After hanging up, Fury stared down at the phone for a moment. I hope I’m not wrong.

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Mon, 16 May 2022 09:30:59

Chapter 4

Laura stood in the kitchen, quietly making dinner as she listened to the children play outside. She could see them from the small window above the sink as she washed a few dishes.

“Hello, Little Bird,” a voice spoke behind her.

She turned around quickly, coming face to face with a woman she hoped she would never see again. “What are you doing here?” Laura asked, feeling behind her for something to use as a weapon.

“No need to get hostile,” the woman said, putting her hands up in defense. “I just thought it would be nice to meet my niece and nephews, is all. Maybe see my sister-in-law again.”

“Harley… How did you find us?”

“I have my ways, Bird. You know that.” Harper took a seat at the small table in the kitchen. Her calm demeanor and honest eyes trying to ease the tension in the air.

Laura shook her head, turning back around to continue cooking though keeping her guard up just the same. “What do you want, Harley? I mean, what do you reallywant?”

Harper sighed heavily, looked down at the table, and then back up at Laura. “I told you, I just want to meet the kids,” she answered sincerely.

“That’s bullshit, and we both know it,” Laura stated calmly, turning her head to try to get a read on the woman sitting at her table.

“I promise,” Harper insisted. “Look, my niece and nephew are teenagers, not to mention your third kid is damn close to starting school, if not enrolled already, and I’ve never met any of them. I haven’t had any family in a long time. I want to change that,” she explained.

“I… I can never tell when you’re lying to me, Harley. But fine, you can stay for now. Just know, if you so much as look at one of my kids wrong, I will end you.”

“Of course, momma bear,” Harley agreed with a smirk. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Laura shot her a quick glare before opening the small window and calling for the kids to come inside. They entered moments later, each wearing a confused look on their faces as they spotted the stranger in their home. “Kids, I’d like you all to meet someone,” Laura began, motioning towards Harley. “This is Harper Lee. She is…” Laura paused, thinking of how to explain this.

“I’m your aunt,” Harley cut in.

“Why have we never heard of you before?” the oldest boy asked.

“It’s a long story,” Harley answered. “But, I’m here now, so what do you say we start off on the right foot, huh?”

“And how do you expect to do that?” he asked.

“Well, first, why don’t you tell me your names?”

He let out a sigh, “I’m Cooper.” He gestured to his sister, “This is Lila. And our brother is Nate,” he finished, gesturing to the last child in the room.

“You can call me Harley. It’s nice to meet all of you finally,” she smiled at the three children.

Laura watched as they interacted briefly, never taking her eyes off Harper. “Why don’t you guys go wash up for dinner?” Laura suggested softly. The children nodded happily, walking off to wash their hands.

Once the children were out of earshot, Laura turned to Harley, “I don’t know what game you’re playing. But don’t act like their friend, if you intend to abandon them, because-”

Harley held her hand up, “I’m not going to do anything to them. Believe it or not, Laura, I’m not the heartless monster you and my brother seem to think I am.”

The five of them all sat around the larger table in the dining room, quietly enjoying a meal together. The kids talked about school and sports, and Harper answered some innocent questions about herself.

Once dinner was over, Harper helped to clean up the dishes and even helped the older two kids with their homework. Laura was surprised, she had expected something terrible to happen, but Harley kept to her word so far.

After the kids did their homework and put everything away from dinner, Harper decided it was the right time for her to head out for the night. “I should be heading back to my hotel,” she said.

“Do you have to?” Lila asked.

“I’ve put enough stress on your mom today,” Harper replied. “But don’t worry, I’ll come back tomorrow to visit again.” She looked up at Laura, who was still cautiously watching her former sister-in-law interact with her kids. “As long as that’s okay?”

Laura looked at her kids, who were all waiting patiently to hear an answer. Finally, she nodded. “I guess that would be alright,” she finally answered.

Harper smiled at Laura and gave each of the kids a hug before leaving the house. This is easier than I thought it would be, Harper thought to herself as she got in her car, waving goodbye to the kids as she drove off.

Harper arrived at the farm a little before the kids were due home from school the next day. She knocked on the door, waiting until Laura answered it. “Hey,” she greeted, “I figured if I came by early, I could maybe help you with some things before they get home.”

Laura looked at her skeptically. “Help me? Why would I want your help?”

“I told you yesterday. I’m not the monster you think I am. I’ve changed, Bird,” Harper stated as she followed Laura into the house.

“You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t believe you, Harley.”

“Believe me or don’t, it doesn’t matter to me,” she shrugged.

The two women set to work in silence - picking things up around the house, sweeping, mopping, washing dishes, regular everyday tasks that Harley hadn’t done in a very long time. With the help, Laura got dinner going and finished before the kids ever arrived home.

They all ate dinner together later that evening, chatting idly. The kids took turns talking about their day, telling stories, and making jokes. As Harley watched the kids, a small smile formed on her face as she listened to them talk.

Once everyone had finished eating and had cleared the table, the kids went to work on their homework while Laura and Harley cleaned up the dishes. With everything finished early and the sun still out, Harley suggested they all spend some time outside. “I know I just kind of showed up yesterday, but I brought a gift for each of you kids today,” she said.

“A gift? Really, Harley, you… you didn’t need to bring anything,” Laura said hesitantly.

“Yes, I did,” she replied. “I wanted to. They’re in the car, come on,” Harper urged.

The kids hopped up and ran off outside, following Harley to her car. Laura trailed behind slowly, not wanting to ruin a moment for the four of them but always skeptical of Harley.

After opening the trunk of the car, Harper pulled out a large bow and a quiver, “This set is for you,” she said, handing it to Cooper. She pulled out another set with a slightly smaller bow, giving it to Lila. Nathaniel stepped forward, looking into the trunk next to his aunt. “Don’t worry, little man, I got one for you too,” she said, pulling out a small plastic toy bow with a small quiver holding plastic suction cup arrows. Harper couldn’t help but chuckle a little as the little boy squealed with excitement.

“Really, Harley, you shouldn’t have,” Laura said, trying to sound grateful but failing miserably.

Harper walked over to Laura, “The arrows all have plastic tips so that no one can get hurt. Clint and I started when we were barely older than Nate is now. Besides, this is the only thing I know. Might as well keep the skill in the family, right?” she joked gently.

Laura didn’t reply but instead smiled weakly. “Alright then, I suppose I’ll allow it.” She turned away from Harper and headed back to the house, leaving the kids with their aunt and new gifts. Once inside and out of earshot of Harper, Laura took out her cell phone and called Clint.

Clint answered by the second ring. “Hey, what’s up?” he asked.

“Hey, are you busy?” Laura asked.

“No. No. Just going over some files, but it’s fine. Is everything okay?”

“I think so,” she said. “You just didn’t tell me that your sister would be stopping by the farm.”

“What?” Clint questioned, worry filling his tone.

“Well, I assumed you told her where we were…” Laura began, suddenly even more concerned than she had been the last two days. “But from the sounds of it, you had no idea.”

“Did she say what she wants?” he asked.

Laura paused briefly, glancing out a nearby window to see Harper showing Nate how to hold his little bow. “She showed up yesterday and said she wanted to meet the kids.”

Clint’s heart dropped. “Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered quietly.

“What does she really want, Clint?” Laura asked softly.

Clint stayed silent for a moment. “I don’t know, Laura,” he admitted.

“Well, what am I supposed to do?” Laura asked. “Do you think she’s safe around the kids? I mean, so far, she seems like an entirely different Harley, but I can never tell with her.”

Clint sighed heavily. “It’s not the kids I’m worried about. She won’t hurt them, that much I know. She wants something from you, Laura.”

“What do you mean?”

“Harley targeted S.H.I.E.L.D. facilities all down the east coast. She took any file that so much as mentioned your name. We don’t know what she is after or what she is doing. But you know my sister. If she’s going through all this trouble, it’s nothing good,” he explained.

“Has she hurt anyone?” Laura asked.

“No.”

“Then why the hell didn’t you tell me sooner?!” she yelled into the phone.

“I’m sorry. I thought we could handle it,” Clint tried to explain.

“Handle what? Your sister? Are you kidding me, Clint?!” she snapped.

“Look, we’ll be there tomorrow, and I’ll take care of it. Okay?” Clint pleaded.

Laura relented. “Okay. I trust you,” she said, sighing heavily as she ended the call.

She hung up her cell phone, throwing it onto the couch beside her. Laura sat on the sofa and rubbed her hands down her face in frustration. “Damn it,” she cursed, running her fingers through her hair. “I knew it was too good to be true…” she mumbled under her breath.

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