Summary:You hadn’t known what happened. One moment, you were running for your life. The next moment, you were falling from the sky and your only hope was calling the one number you had to save you. You were in a universe where the Avengers existed and you had no idea what to do. You fight between doing what’s right and what feels right. Do you return to your own universe or do you stay with the people you love?
[Set after AoU and canon divergence after.]
Warnings:18+. polyamorous relationships. F/M, F/F, F/F/F, F/M/M. Eventual smut. Explicit Sexual Content. Canon-level violence. sugaring relationship. Angst. Explore themes of domestic violence and family issues. Domestic fluff. Slow Burn.
Note:Yeah, I said reader gets with everyone. What about it? LOL This is my self-indulgent fic. Therefore, sporadic updates but we’re here for the fun! Chapters with sexual content will be marked with a *. There are no set amount of chapters, so I will add as I go :)
Everything about her screamed warning signs, but the slight tilt of the corner of her mouth suggested she knew her prey well enough to be aware of their dismissal of these dangers. I cover my amused smile with my flute of champagne, taking a long sip.
Stark was throwing a charity gala to help cover the funds of the attack on New York. Natasha was here for the obvious reasons, her being one of the newly crowned heroes of the world, Maria Hill and I were also sent by Director Fury to represent S.H.I.E.L.D. and of course donate large sums of money. The three of us had joked earlier about the amount of old pigs and drunken young pigs-in-the-making we’d have to soldier through, and the redhead had joked about a competition of how many numbers she could score before three in the morning. Maria hadn’t thought she was serious, but I knew her well enough to know this was more of a challenge than a game.
Doesn’t matter now. Maria had bailed around an hour ago, leaving me to the mercy of Tristan Danes, an executive at Dane Corp. I stayed long enough to become disgusted by his attempts to woo me and left without his number but his wounded ego in my clutches. That left me two partners behind Nat.
I lean against the wall in the shadows, watching her place her hand on the arm of some brown-eyed guy. Something uncomfortable twists in my stomach. My gaze narrows as I tune out the music, the bustle of the party, and pretty much everything that affects my zeroing in on the pair. Is she actually enjoying this? Can’t be. Can it?
I huff, annoyed but unsure as to why. Probably because Hill ditched. Parties are dull without the sharp-eyed woman’s witty remarks, which she uses to dull the high levels of testosterone around us. I down the rest of my drink and tap my fingers against the glass lightly, distracted. Natasha kisses the man’s cheek. In my fury I don’t notice another man approach me.
“Excuse me, love, you look darling tonight—”
“Hold this.” I shove the empty champagne flute into his arms and march on a warpath towards them at the bar. The crowd parts as I comb through them.
Natasha does not look surprised in the slightest to see me in front of her. She’s laughing, and the sound is enough to make me stumble in my rage. The man she’d been flirting with turns around and I recognise him as Gregory Richards, a known golden boy. I sneer at him before he can greet me, shocking him into effective silence. I turn to my redheaded friend. “I need you to fix my lipstick. Come with me to the bathroom?”
“Your lipstick looks fine to me,” she quips innocently.
“Can’t you do it yourself?” Gregory asks with a good-natured laugh.
“We share a lipstick tube. I need her to do it.”
“Oh.”
I’ve set us into an awkward silence, but somehow poor Greg seems to be the only one experiencing the uncomfortable feeling. Natasha glares at me. I glare at him. He looks up as if praying to God for safety, strength, and alcohol.
“I’ll … leave you two to your devices,” he decides.
“I think that would be best,” I say curtly, lacing my fingers through Natasha’s and hauling her through the dance floor, down some stairs, and through a hallway. She doesn’t object until we’re far enough away from the noise and hollers of the party, which is when she plants her feet firmly on the ground, almost causing me to stumble.
“The bathroom is this way,” she says pointedly. I note that she doesn’t let go of my hand as she leads me there. Once inside, she locks the door and retrieves several balls of napkins and one business card from her pockets, tossing them in the sink. “Seven numbers, including Gregory’s.”
“And a business card.”
“How many did you get?”
“My dress doesn’t have pockets. But five. Threw ‘em out as soon as I got them.”
“Is that why you dragged me here? You’re being a sore loser?”
My jaw clenches. “No.”
Silence.
Natasha approaches slowly, pulling out a red lipstick tube. “Stand still, part your lips.”
I do as I’m bid and she swipes the tube across my lips in two dragged out swipes. My eyes wander to her own mouth. Her expression is a blank slate. Not knowing what I’m thinking, or if I’m thinking anything at all, I close the distance between us until our noses are gently bumping together.
“You want this?” I ask carefully.
She kisses me in response. My right hand tangles through her short scarlet locks, the other rests on her waist to pull her body closer to mine. She sighs contentedly, her arms wrapping around my neck as she deepens the kiss, caressing the bare skin of my shoulder. Our mouths work perfectly against each other, sweet and sour with the added spice of the whiskey she’d been sipping on all night. I taste every heaven on her lips, and I want more. I gently tug on her hair as I part us, moving to trail butterfly kisses down her neck.
SUMMARY: Melina, my workplace’s neighbour, wants to set me up with her daughter.
I’d only ever hear about Natasha every couple of weeks, when her adoptive father, the mechanic that owned the garage workshop beside my father’s cafe slash bar, met up with my uncle for beers one day last year. Ever since then, our families have been loosely intertwined, friendly but not too close. Alexei fixed my mom’s wrecked car for a cheap price, in return I let his youngest daughter Yelena have free coffees whenever she pops over.
From what my father told me, Alexei’s entire family, including his wife, were all involved in the family business of repairing cars, except for his eldest daughter: Natasha, who turned out to be an FBI agent living in Quantico. Dad says they’re proud of her but they miss her.
“(Y/N),” my brother calls from the kitchen. I put down my phone and find him balancing three plates of sandwiches and a salad in his spindly arms.
He opens his mouth to explain the orders, but I cut him off.
“Alexei,” I say, pointing to the bacon and egg sandwich. “A salad for Melina. The tuna and tomato roll is Yelena’s. Did they want drinks?”
Peter nods. “Four coffees and a large bottle of water, they already have them.”
I ruffle his hair to thank him and grab the plates, balancing the third on my forearm until I can place it on a tray. I carry it outside, years of waitressing practice keeping it balanced, and head towards the garage.
“Melina?” I call. Moments later the raven haired woman slips out of the office and smiles. She yells something in Russian that causes Yelena to slide out from under a silver BMW, covered in black grease. Alexei appears moments later wielding a spanner.
They hound me for their orders, gratefully patting my shoulder and carrying their food away to their separate stations. Yelena disappears into the shadows with her sandwich, and her father to his desk, but Melina simply brightens and says, “(Y/N), have you heard? Natalia is visiting.”
“Yes!” Alexei yells around a mouthful of bread. “Family, reunion! Grandbabies!”
Melina hisses something in their mother tongue. I laugh, and then ask if Natasha was bringing her kids, though I wasn’t aware she had any.
“He means nothing of it, Natalia is focused on work at the moment. Too focused, I think. No babies. No partner.”
“Tell her about her penthouse!” Alexei encourages.
Melina flaps a hand at him in irritation. “Yes, well, she has broken up with Bruce, the shy scientist from work. And then Sharon, charming field operative, also from work. And now she refuses to date. Because of work.”
I chuckle nervously. “Where are you going with this?”
Melina smiles innocently. “Nowhere. What happened to your last girlfriend, again? Your father mentioned something about …" The look in her eyes is enough to egg me on, though the subject is one I rarely speak of these days.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I say, "Carol left to travel Europe.”
“Shame,” she nods sympathetically. “You don’t seem bothered. Are you not looking for a relationship?”
“Not actively, but I’m sure another troublemaker will find me. I don’t have a good track record of steady relationships,” I admit.
“Neither does Natalia!” Alexei shouts.
“Oh!” I say. “Does she want Carol’s number? Or my friend Harley, she’s not looking for commitment.”
Yelena snickers. Alexei frowns. Melina chuckles. “No, no, Natalia needs someone she doesn’t work with, and you need someone serious, and we need grandbabies before we die, since Yelena neglects it.”
I flush a bright red. “Grandb— I'm— okay, first of all, neither of us have the equipment for that—”
“Neither did Dad,” Yelena pipes up, referring to the fact that she and her sister were adopted.
“Hey!”
“(Y/N)!” Peter calls, rounding the corner. “Ned’s coming over to pick me up, we need to finish our physics project. Uncle Ben should be here soon, can you manage the bar until he gets here?”
I jump onto the excuse and yell back affirmation, say a quick goodbye to Melina before speed-walking back to the cafe.
Peter leaves with Ned soon after, and Ben arrives at around the same time. I move to the kitchens while he takes over serving our regulars, as he’s friendlier with them than me.
I work on making more sandwiches and tapas meals until four, when my shift ends. I kiss Uncle Ben on the cheek and head home.
The smell of paprikash greets me as I unlock the door to my apartment, which I guess means that my roommate is home. I call out a hello to her and head to the shower.
I groan happily as the hot water rains down on my front. I close my eyes and lean my head back, thinking over how strange the day had been, and lose myself in a trance of relaxation.
“(Y/N/N)!” Wanda barges in. I jump and almost slip grabbing the shower curtain to cover my body as I peek out at her.
“I’m naked,” I hiss.
She ignores me and holds up two clothes hangers. “Pantsuit or dress?”
I push my wet hair out of my face. “Uh, are you bar-hopping with Vision or going to a family dinner?”
“Get together with some friends,” she explains. “Vis, Sam, Steve and some guy named Bucky who I’m informed we’re supposed to be pretending Steve isn’t in love with, do you know him?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, well, he’s bringing some friends, so I’m bringing you. Don’t make that face, you know almost everyone.”
“I don’t feel like getting drunk,” I complain.
“Good! You can be the designated driver. Pantsuit or dress?”
Grumbling, I tell her, “Dress.”
“Okay, thanks, you wear the pantsuit, be ready by seven. May the Force be with you!”
She ducks as I throw my shampoo bottle at her. We bicker and mock and tease as I pat myself dry and she changes into the scarlet dress. While she braids her hair, I carefully slip into the navy and white striped pantsuit, and we move into her bedroom to make use of her vanity, since the sun’s lowering position in the sky shone straight into the window while my room would be encased in dimness by now. I sit in the chair and she leans over me, brushing her eyelashes with delicate mascara. We fall into our normal going-out-getting-ready rhythm, periodically handing each other different brushes, comparing lipstick shades, and commenting on our days. She tells me about her brother’s latest shenanigans and I make the grave mistake of commenting on Melina’s attempted set-up earlier today, much to Wanda’s entertainment. The two had never met but they both shared the pure ecstasy that came with matchmaking involving me.
“Do you think she’s pretty?” Wanda wonders.
“I’ve seen photos,” I shrug. “She’s a redhead. Yelena says she changes hairstyles often.”
“That doesn’t answer my question! Pretty redhead or no?”
“They were baby photos, Wanda! I didn’t have an opinion on her looks past the Wonder Woman pajamas.”
She hums, and turns to draw a small heart under my left eye with her gel liner pen. “It would be nice if you wound up with her, but if you do fall madly in love with her beautiful red locks and decide to move to Washington to marry her and have her babies, I will murder you. You pay your rent on time and you’re fun and please, please do not make me move back in with my brother.”
“Why does everyone keep bringing up babies?” I yell.
An hour later we’re pulling up to the bar in the back of a cab arguing about getting a cat. The debate of whose bathroom would host the litter tray is interrupted by Wanda spotting Vision through the window and quickly smacking my arm and hissing at me to hurry up and pay so she can sneak in and scare him. Unfortunately, I can’t locate my purse inside my bag.
“(Y/N), (Y/N), go, go, go …”
“Wanda, Wanda, going, going, going … Aha!” I pay the driver and find myself being ushered inside before I can put my purse back in my bag.
Sam, a friend of Wanda’s from college, ends up foiling her evil master plan by pointing her out as soon as she walks in the door. Vision, being a good sport, pretends to be startled when she yells “BOO!” in his ear. As she cackles manically before sliding into the chair beside him, I notice the only free space is by the pretty blonde woman beside a man with brown hair pulled into a bun.
“Oh, look who I dragged out with me!” Wanda exclaims, taking a sip of Vision’s drink and making a grand gesture with her hands. “(Y/N)!”
I’m greeted with a chorus of hello’s. I bow and grin as I sit by the woman and offer a polite smile. Steve leans over points to the brunet man. “This is Bucky, we were close as friends. As kids. We were close as friends, when we were kids.”
Sam snorts into his beer.
Steve clears his throat awkwardly. “And this is his partner from work, Nat.”
I get a closer inspection and my eyes widen in shock. “Natalia?”
“Her name is Natasha.” Steve corrects.
“I thought her name was Natalie?” Vision frowns.
“She goes by Nat, who cares?” Sam shrugs.
“Natalia Alianovna Romanova?” Wanda yelps. “(Y/N)! You didn’t tell me this was theNatalia!”
“The what? I— Do I know you two?” Natasha asks, bewildered.
“Not me!” Wanda says, and then makes a motion for zipping her lips shut.
Everyone turns to me. I chuckle nervously. “I should probably explain. Hi, I’m (Y/N), your parents want me to have your babies.”
IMAGINE: BEING TONY’S NEW ASSISTANT AND NATASHA TAKING A LIKING TO YOU.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” you stammer as you accidentally run into someone, and your eyes widen with horror as you realise it’s none other than Natasha Romanoff. Being Tony’s new assistant, you’re still getting used to seeing the Avengers so often and so many other high profile figures. “Agent Romanoff, I—”
“y/n, there you are.” Tony calls out your name, walking up behind you. He smirks slightly at Natasha, before gesturing to you and remarking, “Oh, I see you’ve met your replacement.”
Natasha rolls her eyes at the comment, remembering her brief undercover job as Tony’s assistant. She turns her focus back to you, a smile tugging at her lips as she extends her hand to you. “Nice to meet you, y/n. You can just call me Natasha.”
Authors Note: Guys, am so so sorry that it has taken me so long to update, av just not been having a time. but all a can say is av missed writing, and av more than missed my Little Dove! am so happy you’s like this au so much so a hope you enjoy!
Summary: R becomes sick after a deal gone wrong, and Natasha is there to try and figure out what will make you give in to let her look after you. But first, she needs to know a little bit more about your past.
Word Count: 3.9k+
Warnings: Mentions of Mob dealings, Dom/Sub Dynamics, R’s title of ‘Daddy’, Nat’s title of ‘Little Dove’, Mentions of a gun/shooting, Mentions of sickness/illness, Mentions of medication, Bad Parenting. Insinuations of sex.
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Natasha stood at your bedroom window, watching the rain hammer down into the snow-covered ground, and sighed looking at her watch once more. You had been gone all day, and Natasha understood that it was for an important matter, but that didn’t stop her from missing you. A loud bark broke Natasha from her thoughts and she turned to look at her new puppy who darted out of the bedroom and downstairs.
You were home.
You shivered as you walked through the door, your clothes wet from the rain, and the fact you had been tossed into the body of water by the docks after a delivery gone wrong. The squelching noise from your shoes made you grimace as you made your way to the kitchen to make a coffee. The sound of small tippy taps caught your attention, alongside the sudden lapping sound, and you turned your head to watch Natasha’s puppy drink the puddle of water your wet clothes left behind on the floor.
“Shit.”
You pulled the small german shepherd away by their collar and lifted them into the air, keeping them an arm’s length away from you. “Don’t fucking drink that, you little goblin, you don’t even know where that water’s been…I don’t even know where that water’s been. Disgusting thing…where’s your mom? Go and bother Tasha instead of bothering me.”
“So, you two still aren’t friends yet?”
Natasha’s voice caught you off guard but it brought a smile to your face. She took the puppy from you, cuddled it close to her chest and kissed behind its floppy ears. The tilt of the puppy’s head as it looked at you had you glaring, you were convinced that the little mutt had it out for you, and you huffed in distaste.
“I’m not usually friends with things that chew up my expensive shoes.”
“He was just playing, weren’t you Barney?”
You rolled your eyes at your girlfriend’s coddling but accepted the fact that you weren’t going to be able to tell the fleabag off, without Natasha defending them. Natasha gave you a once over and sighed at the multiple puddles that were scattered across the kitchen.
“You need to get out of those wet clothes, it’s the middle of January, you’re going to make yourself sick,” Natasha stated in a motherly tone. “Not to mention, I cleaned the kitchen this afternoon,” Natasha continued as her brows furrowed in concern. “What actually happened? Because you smell…funky.”
“Cheers Tash,” you muttered, stirring your coffee. “Well, we went to the delivery, and some absolute dick decided he was going to try and shoot up the place, more specifically me, so Bucky pushed me into the river to get me out of the way.”
Natasha blinked slowly as the information processed in her mind and she did her best to fight off a smile, even more so a laugh but then frowned at the idea of you nearly getting hurt. “Sweetheart, please go and take a shower. If you stay in those wet clothes any longer you’ll make yourself sick. Besides, I want cuddles but not if you smell bad.”
“Sick? I don’t get sick, but I will shower because…” Natasha watched as you stalked your way towards her and her bottom lip became captive between her teeth. The feeling of Natasha’s warm skin beneath your own cold hands made the two of you shiver, and you traced patterns into her hips with your thumbs. “…I think I want some special time with my little dove.”
The puppy’s yapping split the two of you apart and you huffed slightly when they shoved their head between yours and Natasha’s. “I want to spend time with you…alone…with no puppy.” You tensed your jaw as the puppy tried nipping your chin and nose, so you moved away and trudged upstairs in a sour mood.
Natasha watched you walk away and chuckled to herself before booping Barney on his nose, talking to him in a baby voice. “You need to be nice to daddy, otherwise she’s never going to like you. Also, no more eating her shoes because it makes her grumpy.” Natasha took the small bark as an agreement and smiled before she made her way back upstairs.
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A coughing fit awoke you from your semi-peaceful slumber in the early hours of the morning, but you were quick to chug the day old glass of water on your bedside and try your best to drift back to sleep. Natasha’s warm, and naked, body provided you with some comfort but the stuffy nose you seemed to be suffering from caused you irritation instead. It was an odd feeling, the last time you had a stuffy nose must have been years ago, but you recognised the feeling of it all too well, and you had already begun to grow agitated at the sensation.
Had you gotten sick? Surely not…you don’t get sick.
You moved towards Natasha, throwing an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to your body, and let out a soft sigh of comfort. Natasha’s body felt scorching hot against your own and you felt grateful to have someone who is essentially like a personal heater for when you felt as cold as you did now. Natasha grunted as you shifted beside her and then whined to push you away.
“I love you but you’re too hot, and so am I, but we can still hold hands if you want,” Natasha yawned as she wriggled back into a comfortable position. Your eyes furrowed together in confusion and annoyance, but you bit your tongue before you replied to your younger lover. “I’m not hot at all, I’m freezing.”
Natasha opened her eyes at that, when you were laid against her it was as though your body was melting into her own because of how warm you were. The sound of a stuffy nose also caught her attention as she turned to face you, frowning when she saw you shiver. “Are you sick?”
“No,” you deadpanned before doing your best to let out an annoyed huff, grimacing at the feeling that tingled through your nose and the scratchiness at the back of your throat. “I don’t get sick, I told you that last night.”
The redhead beside you sighed, rubbing the palms of her hands against her cheeks before she sat up with her knees to her chest. She could already tell that this was going to be a fight from start to finish, just like the wound in your shoulder was those few months ago.
“I’m going to get you some medicine, wait here,” the Russian instructed as she made her way out of bed, dressing herself in just the sheer baby pink robe you had bought her from your last ‘business trip’.
You groaned in annoyance as Natasha left the bedroom, and you did your best to try and fall asleep once more but the sound of clattering woke you up once more. Natasha walked through the bedroom door with a tray full of what you could assume were hot drinks, your breakfast and…medicine. The disgusting coloured bottle was sat proudly at the edge and you grimaced before hiding back under the covers.
“No, thank you.”
Natasha narrowed her eyes at the mountain of blankets and comforters you had hidden under. Obviously, your girlfriend did feel bad for you. However, she was also already frustrated with your stubbornness and distaste for receiving help from anybody when you were clearly sick and in discomfort.
“Baby, please just take the medicine. It’ll be over in a flash and I promise you it will help you to feel better much quicker than if you didn’t have any medicine at all.”
“I said, ‘no, thank you’. Now drop it.”
“Daddy,” Natasha warned, the tone in her voice highlighting the seriousness of what she was requesting, and showing that she meant business. Especially considering that nickname is rarely used outside of the bedroom anymore.
Your shuffling under the covers stilled at the tone of her voice, your annoyance starting to arise at the fact it felt as though she was trying to baby you. You were a grown woman who had gone years and years without the help of others, especially whenever you did get sick or hurt. The only person who ever pushed those boundaries was your chosen mother, Maria, and now Natasha.
You hated it.
“Little Dove,” you mimicked, a scowl prominent on your face and sharpness in your tone. Not that Natasha could see because you were still hidden, but you refused to leave the comfort of your blanket cocoon, and you were most certainly not going to have that disgusting medicine. It never works anyway, it always made you feel worse.
Natasha sighed at your reaction and frowned, she was beginning to get upset at the fact you would rather suffer than take some medicine that would help. The redhead placed the tray of food on the bedside before she climbed back into bed with you. You flinched at the contact Natasha’s hand made to your unclothed back as she ran it up and down it in a way to comfort you.
A flash of hurt crossed her face when you shuffled away from her but she stayed in bed with you, giving you your space. You scrunched your eyes closed doing your best to ignore the scratch at the back of your throat, and the aching in your limbs. You were now sure you were sick, but you weren’t going to give Natasha, or anyone else, the satisfaction of admitting it.
“I’m your girlfriend,” Natasha stated confidently. “I’m your girlfriend so you should be letting me take care of you, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, it’s just me and you. Who would I even tell? Wanda? She wouldn’t say anything. So, just please let me help and take care of you, I don’t like when you’re hurt or ill.”
You sighed and removed the bed covers from over your head before you glanced at her. “You pull out that title to get what you want, Little dove. Very sneaky.” Natasha rolled her eyes but then smiled gently when you rested your head atop of her thighs whilst she sat beside you.
Once what you said had processed, Natasha glared slightly and huffed playfully at you. “Ha. You’re so incredibly funny, I forgot I was dating a comedian.” You shrugged slightly, covering your mouth before you let out a chesty cough, and Natasha gently placed the back of her hand against your forehead.
“You’re burning up, you definitely have a fever. Will you at least let me take your temperature?”
You quickly moved away from her, pulling the blanket off of the bed and wrapping yourself in it as you made a beeline for the bedroom door in a desperate attempt to avoid the conversation. What you failed to recognise was Natasha was much quicker than you in your current groggy and fragile state. Natasha’s eyebrow raised as you tried to get to the door again and you let out a pitiful whine when she stayed in the way.
“Stop being difficult and take your medicine,” Natasha huffed, folding her arms under the swell of her breasts, elevating them slightly. Your eyes glanced over your girlfriend’s nearly uncovered chest before you looked away and let out a huff of agitation.
“I don’t want to, I don’t like it,” you murmured weakly. Natasha tilted her head at your sudden change of demeanour and you grimaced quickly moving away when she pulled another bottle of medicine out of her robe. “Get that shit away from me.”
Natasha dived at you as you made a break for the bathroom, pinning you down onto the bed so that she could straddle your hips and hold you as still as she was able to. Usually, you wouldn’t be opposed to this predicament, but in your weak and achy state, it gave you a lot of discomforts, never mind the fact she was trying to push medicine into your mouth. Every time Natasha got the syringe close to your mouth you turned your head and batted her hand away, sometimes a bit more aggressive than necessary, but this isn’t a situation you wanted to be in.
“Daddy!Just-ugh, just take your medicine and you’ll feel better!”
“I said I don’t like it! Get off of me!”
Natasha huffed once more and glared down at you, but had a teasing smile on her lips. “You’re just a big baby, aren’t you? You can deal with gun or knife wounds…but you won’t take one small mouthful of medicine? Come on baby, grow up.”
You tensed under Natasha at those last two words before forcefully pushing her off you, onto the comfort of the bed, and made your way to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you. Grow up…grow up, those two words rang in your mind, reminding you of the horrible situations and circumstances you had suffered as a child whenever you were poorly.
The fact your parents were always too busy and neglectful when you were fine, highlighted how much worse they were when you truly were poorly. The way they would just tell you to grow up and sort yourself out from a young age, not care whether you were hurting or not, and then not even give you the right medicine to make you feel better. It always left you worse for wear, so you decided to just never let anybody know you were sick and would sleep it off. That was until Tony’s mother found out, and she could recognise the signs of your illness before you could attempt to hide them, and she always looked after you no matter how much you fought it.
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The wheezing in your breathing wasn’t a promising sign of your current state, you had felt queasy all day and had a fever. As much as you desired your mother, you knew she was busy with meetings all of today, but you couldn’t help that 8 year old you just wanted some comfort and help.
You quietly padded your way through the foyer of your family home, frowning gently at the way the maids changed direction with a pained look when they saw you. It was only like this because they all received a scolding from your parents for ‘coddling’ you too much, but you all knew that they were just giving you the affection you craved for so long.
An exaggerated giggle broke the silence of the hallway as you made your way to your mother’s study and it made you second guess your venture. No matter what you did, she would more than likely be mad at being interrupted…but maybe, just maybe she might give you the attention and affection you were desperate for.
The heaviness of her study door had you stumbling, especially in your weakened state, and the bad feeling you had about interrupting her heightened when you realised she had company. Confusion settled on your features when you noticed your mother sitting in someone’s lap as they pressed kisses against her neck, that someone not being your father.
“Mother?”
“Shit-”
You flinched slightly as you watched your mom essentially throw herself off of the person as she buttoned her shirt back up, and you did your best to shut out their hushed, yet aggravated, argument that was presumably about you.
“You didn’t tell me your brat was home.”
“Yeah well, they were meant to go out with my idiot husband but they decided to get sick.”
You frowned at the harsh words that were thrown about the room as they continued their argument, and teared up slightly at the digs that were about you before your mom came over and grabbed your wrist a bit too harshly.
“Come on then, I’ll get you medicine and then you’re to stay in your room,” she muttered unpleasantly, a warning glare directed your way to which you knew to agree immediately. Her grip never lessened as she sat you down before rummaging through the cupboard to grab the first thing she found and poured the liquid onto a spoon.
“Open up.”
“But mommy-”
“Stop being a baby and just grow up.”
A pinch to your nose made your breath catch in your throat as she pushed the spoon into your mouth before forcing it closed to make you swallow. You whined pushing her away and spluttered slightly once she had let go and you shrank in your seat as she gave you a disappointed look. The woman sighed once more before she disappeared back down the hallway, and you had already started to feel itchy.
There was only one thing you were allergic to, which was peach, and it just so happened to be the flavour of medicine that your mother had given you. Luckily, it wasn’t a severe allergy but it was most definitely an uncomfortable one.
Tears blurred your vision as you rushed upstairs to get dressed, packing your rucksack with a change of clothes, your toiletries and your blue teddy bear. The walk to Tony’s house wasn’t too far, but it certainly wasn’t a walk that a young child should do on their own. As you opened the front door, one of the maids caught sight of you and opened their mouth to shout for your mother. After they took in your state and your pleading eyes, their mouth closed and they gave you a gentle smile before turning the other way and leaving the corridor.
Now to go and see Tony and Mrs Stark.
**
Natasha winced as she heard the door slam, and sighed quietly knowing that she must have hit a nerve. The debate of whether to ring your mom or not ran through Natasha’s mind, because maybe she could help but would it only agitate you further? Maybe she could ring Tony? No, no…that would be worse. If it is anyone she’s calling, it would have to be Maria.
“Natasha darling, how are you?”
“Not good I’m afraid, I’ve upset Y/N but I’m not too sure how,” Natasha replied as she paced the bedroom. The redhead chewed at her nails as she explained the situation to Maria who listened intently and then frowned when she didn’t receive a reply. “Maria?”
“Sorry sweetie, I was just trying to think of the best way to elaborate considering the two of you haven’t spoken about this yet. Y/N she…she didn’t have the best childhood which I am sure you’re aware of, but her parents were neglectful, even more so when she was sick and that resulted in her hiding it. There was one night she came to me after having a slight allergic reaction to peach flavoured medicine that her mother if you could call her that, force-fed her.”
“No wonder she pretty much tried fighting me to not take the medicine I had for her, and I now feel even worse for teasing her about being a baby when it comes to not taking her medicine when she’s so used to being stabbed or shot.”
“You can’t fault yourself, Natasha, you didn’t know. When she came to me, she wouldn’t even let me touch her and completely denied even being ill in the first place. As a mother, I refused just to drop it, I kept an eye on her and cared for her without being too direct. It broke my heart when she ended up breaking down in my arms. Don’t take anything she does or says to heart, it’s not personal and is very much a defence mechanism.”
“I’ve realised that, she shuts herself down and off super easily. I just want to take care of her.”
“I know you do, but she tries to keep strong. She’s more fragile than she lets on. I hope this helped, I love you both very much and I’ll see you soon.”
“We love you too, bye Maria.” Natasha sighed as she hung up, moving her index fingers to her temples and rubbing them slightly to help ease the tension headache that was beginning to form. Luckily the chat with your mom had helped, but it did make her feel worse too, she never meant to upset you.
“You called my mom?”
Natasha jumped at the sound of your voice and turned to face you, a sorry look plastered across her features. You just gave her a small smile as you wrapped the blanket tighter around yourself and made your way toward her.
“I’m sorry, I just-”
You placed a finger against her lips and she pouted against it, now it was your turn to give a gentle pout. Natasha blinked quickly, semi-shocked from the fact you were here pouting in front of her and she smiled softly at your, now gentle, demeanour.
“It’s okay, I’m not mad. I don’t know why I wasn’t just honest with you from the start…I suppose I just find it hard, and I don’t like-”
“You don’t like talking about your feelings, I know. I just want to take care of you, that’s all. I don’t like it when you’re hurt, or in this case sick, I just want to love and care for you. If you’d please let me?”
The desperation in Natasha’s voice tugged at your heartstrings and you slowly nodded, to which Natasha replied with a bright smile. Who knew it would be something as easy as agreeing to some care that could keep your love as happy as they were? Not you.
“Fine, but I’m still going to be stubborn,” you mumbled as you perched yourself at the end of the bed, following Natasha’s movements closely. It was still a massive deal to you, and you still weren’t happy about the fact you would have to take medicine. “I like the idea of letting you look after me, but not making it completely easy for you.”
“Oh baby,” Natasha pouted as she moved to straddle your lap, grinding down teasingly, and then snaked her arms around your neck to bring you closer. A soft moan left your mouth as you felt Natasha through the thin blanket that was covering you. “What can I do to make you not as stubborn?”
What could she do that would make being sick a more positive experience? For as long as you’ve been alive you’ve always hated being sick because, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, being sick scared you and hurt you more than being physically injured. Another moan broke through when Natasha picked up her pace, gripping onto you tighter, and you bit your lip.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to one of those sexy outfits to fit your role…I mean, a sexy nurse looking after me and telling me I’ll get rewarded when I take my medicine? I think that’ll make me a little less stubborn. Don’t you think, Little Dove?”
Natasha threw her head back in pleasure as you cupped her sex, running your fingers through her slickened folds, and you bit your lip hard enough that a metallic taste filled your mouth. The desperate whimpers that came from Natasha spurred you on before you used all the strength you had to flip the two of you, so the redhead was laid beneath you.
“Now, I’m pretty sure you’re not meant to take medicine on an empty stomach…so I think it’s time that I had my breakfast,” you whispered against the soft skin of her inner thighs, once you had kissed your way down her body, and then brushed your tongue over her clit before pulling away.
“Whatever my daddy wants,” Natasha whined, her hips desperately following the retreat of your mouth.
“That’s my good girl, now lay back and look pretty because daddy’s starving.”
“Hey.” Nat said upon seeing Y/n enter the common room. Nat didn’t think they were expecting her to come by today. Not that she couldn’t drop by anytime.
“Can I talk to you for a sec?” Y/n asked fidgeting. Nat could tell she was nervous and maybe even upset. She noticed that the young girl’s eyes seemed red and slightly puffy.
“Yeah, sure.” Nat nodded getting up from talking to Wanda on the couch. Nat had shared a glance with Wanda and she gave her a nod sensing the young girl’s distress. SO Nat took Y/n down the hallway to her room so they’d have some privacy to talk. “What’s going on?” she asked once the door was closed.
“Me and Peter, we got into an argument.” Y/n snuffed, looking down to her lap as she sat on Nat’s bed. Tears welling in her eyes.
“Oh, honey.” Nat gave her a sympathetic look before pulling her into her arms for a much needed hug.
“It was so stupid.” she mumbled into Natasha’s shoulder. Y/n could barely remember what originally started the fight. It was stupid and maybe even a little petty.
“You and Peter have a strong bond, Sweetheart. I’m sure you’ll make up in no time.” Natasha stated rubbing her back to soothe and comfort her.
“I hope so. I do truly love him, I can’t lose him.” UY/n nodded at the older woman’s words, hoping to God they are true.
“You won’t Y/n/n. That boy loves you more than anything. Just give it time hun.” She gave her the best advice she could. But now, now it was time to distract her and take her mind off it. “Why don’t we get in some lounge clothes and watch some movies or t.v. shows huh? What was that new show you wanted to watch?”
“Pam and Tommy?” Y/n questioned
“Yeah, that. Because the actor playing Tommy looks like Bucky you said?” Nat asked with furrowed brows and a smile.
“It’s a creepy resemblance, I’m telling you.” Y/n laughed with wide eyes before they both headed to get changed into some more comfortable clothes.
After they both came back into her room the two moved over to the couch t.v. area in Nat’s room. Y/n turned on the new Hulu show and the two took their minds off anything other than the show in front of them. Y/n shifted halfway through the third episode to look over at Natasha.
“What honey?” Nat asked having noticed Y/n shift to look at her.
“Thanks, mom. For everything.” Y/n smiled leaning against her again. She knew what she called her, it felt right. She thinks her blood mom would approve of Nat.
Natasha smiled almost letting a few tears out. She could never have kids of her own thanks to the red room. But she hoped she could have some type of similar relationship with Y/n. She never expected her to call her ‘mom’ or anything but hearing it. That warmed her in ways she couldn’t even explain. “Your welcome sweetie. It’s no problem.”
The sun blared down on you as you stepped foot on the path. Alexei had just picked you up from the airport, a body colliding with yours as soon as you exited the car.
Blonde hair clouded your vision, and you knew instantly that it was our best friend, Yelena.
“I missed you,” she spoke, muffled into your shoulder.
A laugh spilt from your lips, hugging the girl closer, “Dude, we saw each other like a week ago.”
“Your point?”
“Hello, Y/N.”
Looking up, you spotted the woman who called out to you. Melena, Yelena’s mother, with her red-headed daughter but her side.
Natasha waved at you from the porch, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
“Hey, Melina. Natasha.”
This summer was gonna be great. You could just feel it.
And I believe that we first met
Around three years ago
Well it feels like a lifetime funny how fast it goes
It was freshman year of university when you first met the blonde that would fast become your best friend.
You shared a class. Randomly seated beside one another in your first lesson of the semester. And the rest was history.
That was three years ago.
And I remember how this one time
Well I stole his sister’s car
And he didn’t even mind no he jumped in for the ride
Her keys were right there. Just… just laying on the kitchen island. Ripe for the taking.
It was like you had one of those demons on your shoulder, that had been depicted in so many cartoons that you watched when you were a kid. Just pulsing with chaotic energy, whispering into your ear, ‘take the keys. JOY RIDE!’
Who were you to say 'no’ to that?
Yelena saw you rushing out of her childhood home from where she stood by the open garage door, heading directly for her sister’s car.
She had been called out by her mother, Melina, to help bring in the groceries.
You had just avoided the brunette with brown paper bags in her arms as she came in through the garage side door into the house.
It didn’t take long -about half a second- for the blonde to relinquish her carrying duties, hightailing it to the car right behind you, knowing exactly what you had done.
The sound of tires screeching on cement was the only thing that alerted anyone of the thievery.
Alexei, who was a few doors down, talking to one of his oldest friends, spotted you and his daughter peeling off down the street in his eldest daughter’s car. And he only did one thing. Waved with a gigantic, humoured smile on his face.
We’d got miles away from anywhere
When the panic soon kicked in
We’d got it back safe and sound no one asked us where we’d been
You had been on the road for about a couple of hours, racking up the miles as you watched the scenery pass and blasted the radio when Yelena spoke up.
“Natasha’s going out tonight.”
It was almost cartoonish how wide your eyes grew in reaction to her words. A laugh poured from the blonde at your comical response.
“When?”
“A few hours.” She shrugged.
“So we gotta get it back soon.”
Yelena groaned, “Why? I’m having fun.”
“This is your sister we’re talking about here.”
“And?”
“And. You told me about that time on the beach with the seaweed?”
This time it was Yelena whose eyes grew wide like a cartoon’s, dread filling her up at her sister’s reaction if you didn’t get the car back to her in time.
“Shit.”
At least you still had some time.
Ohh Oh Oh
Ohh Oh Oh
The area was farmlands upon farmlands. Not a house or home in sight. You were lucky there was a lone gas station this far away from the general civilisation.
Having drained most of the tank with your sudden “road trip”, you thought it was only fair to make sure it got back to the other with an -almost- full tank.
Otherwise, you were sure that she would kill you and display your head upon the front lawn to discourage anyone else who dared even think to cross her.
“You want a slushie?!” Yelena called out to you from the building. The blonde having rushed inside as soon as you pulled up, fully intending to rid the snacks as you did the work of pumping gas.
“What sort of question is that?!” you yelled back, “Of course, I fuckin’ do!”
Let me tell you why his sister
Why she didn’t second guess
She was going out at night, putting on her favourite dress
Natasha was glaring at you from the doorway when you pulled up into the driveway as dawn slowly started to haze the sky.
She looked beautiful.
A skintight red dress hugged her form, ending just above her knee, hair coming down in waves over her shoulders, with a small bag in hand.
Your eyes were drawn to her the entire time she strode towards you, lips parted slightly in admiration.
When Yelena first told you that she was going out that night, you had assumed that she was spending time with some friends at one of the nightclubs in the city.
But now, you realised, you were entirely mistaken.
She wasn’t dressed for partying. Natasha was dressed for a date.
You snapped out of the spell the red-head had put you under once she stepped before you. Her palm open, waiting for your to deposit the keys into her hand. Yelena rounded the car and yelled how much she loved her, carting the snacks into the house, leaving you to deal with Natasha’s reaction like a wuss.
“I filled up the tank for you,” you said bashfully, as you dropped the keys into her open palm.
“You’re Godamn right you did.”
You could tell that she didn’t care you had fully stollen her car and driven it to God knows where by the good natured look in her eye, just relieved you had returned it in time.
And oh by God she knows she’s worth it
Any boy would tell you so
Well a girl like that is worth her own weight in gold
You were halfway up the path to the front door when you decided to look back over your shoulder at the girl now sliding into her car.
It was wonderous how easily your best friend’s older sister could captivate you so. Just one look at the woman would have you in a trance, marvelling at her beauty.
You envied anyone who she gave the chance to whoo her heart, like the person she was soon about to meet. What you wouldn’t give to be in their place.
Her emerald green eyes met your staring ones just as Yelena’s loud, almost obnoxious call of your name sounded from the doorway, causing you to roll your eyes and begin to make your way into your temporary home for the summer.
Leaving Natasha to watch after you in warm curiosity.
Ohh Oh Oh
Ohh Oh Oh
“So, who’s Natasha going out with?”
Yelena hummed at your random question, pulling her away from the movie you two were watching in her room. A piece of popcorn between her fingers, held up to her mouth. “Oh,” she started distractedly, glancing at you momentarily, “Just some guy from when she was at high school. Think he was her ex, or he was into her, or something.”
“Oh,” was your reply, then much lower, to yourself, “Great.”
“Why do you care?”
“Just curious.”
Just envious.
But, 'it was better this way’, you concluded.
Yelena would have your life if you tried anything with her sister.
The blonde had fallen asleep after the next movie. Leaving you the only one awake in the house.
Deciding to grab a glass of water and retreat to bed yourself, you didn’t hear the sound of the door opening and closing as you placed the glass down on the counter. Only realising you weren’t the only one awake in the house when you spotted the red-head, still dressed for her date, out of the corner of your eye.
Turning to her, you noticed how she seemed down.
“So, how was your date?”
“Not very good.”
“Anything I can do to make you feel better?”
The red-head smiled at you, so thankful that you cared about her as much as you did. A soft look in her eyes that you didn’t recognise as she saw you in a new light for the first time.
Now I made a promise to myself once
That I would wake up by her side
My best friend said that that would be the day I died
You awoke the next day with a weight upon your chest, blinking into the hazy morning glow that filled the bedroom, looking down only to see Natasha smiling up at you. Hand upon her bare back, with her arm, folded over your chest, chin resting on it, the other tucked by your ribs.
She was beautiful in the morning, even more so than she always was, hair still mused from the previous night’s activities, green eyes tired after not getting as much sleep as she usually would. And a soft smile on her still kiss-swollen lips, biting them lightly as you watched her.
“Goodmorn-”
Your sleep-filled voice was cut off by the sound of Natasha’s door opening and her sister’s voice.
“Hey, Natasha. Have you seen Y/N-?”
There was needn’t bother to ask anymore, as she had found you herself.
And that wasn’t good for you.
Your previous assumption of the blonde’s reaction was confirmed by her hard, stone cold eyes.
“Yelena,” Natasha tried. Hand reaching out towards her little sister, like one would, trying to calm a spooked animal -or as to stop one from attacking- her tone matching.
It was too later for that, however.
“Oh, so you wanna die today,” Yelena stated, looking directly at you.
And then she pounced.
You pushed Natasha off of you in reaction, moving to hurl yourself off the bottom of the bed to avoid her wrath, landing with a clash on your back.
You were lucky enough to be wearing underwear when this happened, only needing to snatch up your t-shirt as you clattered clumsily to your feet. However, you weren’t as lucky to not have Yelena chasing you in the first place.
Shrugging it on as you passed the threshold of Natasha’s bedroom, managing to avoid Yelena completely, rushing down the stairs with her hot on your heels. The red-head called after her sister before huffing a “fuck” and shuffling out of bed, fully intending to follow the two of you and stop her sister from murdering you.
Ohh Oh Oh
Ohh Oh Oh
Ohh Oh Oh
Ohh Oh Oh
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” you chanted as you hurried through the house and into the backyard. Right by Melina, who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, and Alexei, who was busy spraying the plants with the hose.
Yelena, streaming by them seconds later, as they watched on with furrowed brows and curious eyes.
It was only when Natasha ran past, further behind the two of you, that Melina moved out of the kitchen and onto the back porch, and Alexie fully turned to watch his blonde daughter chase after you. Their eldest stood wearing only a shirt that looked remarkably the one you wore the previous day, just in front of them, calling after her furious sister.
“What’s going on?” the burly man asked, bewildered. Gaining only a shake of his wife’s head in return.
“I’m going to kill you!” Yelena raged, following as best she could as you jumped over the fences into the neighbour’s back yards.
You were glad that everyone in this neighbourhood seemed to take care of their lawns, leaving you soft grass to land on, cushioning the blow on your bare feet and legs.
Yelena jumped after you, leaving you to vault over it once more and back into the family’s garden.
“Get back here, you coward!”
Grass stained your knees and the souls of your feet as you ran to Natasha, clumsily stopping yourself a few feet from the girl, quickly hiding behind her, hoping Yelena wouldn’t hurt you with her sister directly in front of you.
“Are you really touching my sister right now?!”
“Nope!” Your hands shot up into the air, no longer on Natasha’s hips at the blonde’s words.
“Yelena, calm down.”
“You fucked my sister!”
“What?” Melena asked.
“Oh, I did not need to know that,” Alexei mumbled.
“I’m going to kill you!”
You jostled back when Yelena stepped forward, soon being stopped by her sister’s words.
“You’re not gonna kill anyone. I wanted it.”
“You what?”
“Please stop talking,” Alexei spoke again, looking more and more traumatized as the seconds grew on. Melina watched on amused.
“I initiated it, Yelena.”
Your best friend’s -or who you still hoped to be your best friend- eyes twitched, wanting to respect her sister’s decision while also wanting to murder you for fucking her sister.
“I’m not happy about this.”
“You don’t have to be happy about this. You just have to not kill them.”
“There will be no killing in this family,” Melina called over strictly, “Now get your butts in here, and eat breakfast.”
Clint: Hard boiled eggs are disgusting. I almost died eating one. The crunchy-soft mix is absolutely gross, it’s like eating a ravioli covered in chips
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