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The First Fall of Snow

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

A/N: Based on a request for Reader to be a new Avenger that Natasha mentors. Reader has ability to read people’s intentions. 

Word Count: 1.8K

‘Downstairs in ten minutes.” Natasha walked right past you with her matter of fact greeting. You held your tongue, but your gaze caught Tony’s knowing one. You rolled your eyes, every morning was the same.

You kept quiet as you stood up from the breakfast table. Your muscles ached with anticipation for the exhausting sparring match.

 It was just a regular Tuesday.

You never thought you’d be used to such a rigorous regime.

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Triple Threat

Summary: Three friends, one bet and two idiots in love. What could go wrong?

Natasha Romanoff x Super Soldier Fem Reader

Word Count: 5K

A/N: My first NatxReader fic ever. Hope you enjoy <3 

“Do you think she’s single?”

The girls look in your direction, not even bothering to pretend they’re actually working out at the Tower’s gym. Oblivious to their conversation and with your headphones in place, you keep the pace on the treadmill, pushing yourself to the limit.

“Don’t know, Minds. I just want her to use me for a night”, the blonde interjects.

“Keeping it classy, Lindsay” 

“I don’t think she’s dating anyone. We would have heard by now”, another girl comes behind them and the three share a conspiratory look. “Honestly, I almost asked her out when we were shooting that promo video for the animal shelter. Watching her hold a puppy made me ovulate”

“You should have” Lindsay says. “You missed your chance and now I’m gonna do it”

“Nu-uh, I called dibs”

“No one did, Kate” Mindy rolls her eyes.

“Alright, let’s all ask her out, see who gets a date”

“What if she says yes to all of us?”

“I don’t mind sharing” Lindsay winks at her friends. “Now, rock paper scissors to decide which one goes first”

Too engrossed in their argument, the friends never noticed Natasha Romanoff. The spy threw a hard kick at the punching bag and left the gym, deciding that if she had to endure another second listening to that stupid conversation she was gonna kill all three of them.

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Steve *talking to the team*: Since we’re talking physical capabilities, on a scale of 1-10, how flexible are you?

Bucky: Why do you need to know that?

Steve: To measure how well you can bend out of the way of projectiles.

Wanda: *Does the back bend*

Natasha: *Does some impossible ballet poses*

Y/N: Does it count When Natasha bends me ove-

Steve: NO!

Reflection

warnings: nsfw under the cut, mommy kink, use of toys (strap-on), slight spanking

a/n: based off this ask, not proof read

“Eye’s on me, pretty girl.”

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The way she said sever the nerve rhymed w the music 😩

lord the sexiest scene i’ve ever seen in my whole life

Own My Heart

Summary: It’s a simple arrangement; except you’re in love with Natasha. Will seeing you with someone else make her take the leap?

Natasha x Fem!Reader

A/N: So this is less fluffy, but I had to get the idea out of my head to write other stuff. It’s a bit short and rushed. Enjoy either way.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, mentions of sexual themes without being very explicit.

“You were so good” the words are whispered against your ear and you whine. Natasha smirks. “You wanna keep being good for me?”

Ten minutes ago, you were giving a presentation in front of potential investors, C-suite members and some of Earth’s mightiest heroes.

Natasha has reduced you to a blubbering mess with her touch.

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Rumors

Warnings: men, swearing, canon typical violence, eventual smut

She was a spy. She lived in the realm of rumors and secrets. It was hard to know what wasn’t a front.

Part One - Whispers

Part Two

Part Three

notes- am I making this a wandanat fic? Who knows! I'm just having fun with the story right now but I'm always open to suggestions and requests. I hope you enjoy, happy reading! Xxx

Overview- you are a high ranking Hydra agent but you want out. What will happen when a group of heroes you have tried to take down take you under their wing. They say, love is an unpredictable force and you might just find it here.

So wrong it's right

part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five-

Bruce and Tony were rigging you up to several machines for testing whilst Steve and wanda watched on anxiously.

The fluorescent lighting of the lab mixed with all the loud chattering gave you a splitting headache. Wanda had picked up on it immediately and began to rub soothing patterns into your skin. “Your eyes are glowing” she whispered gently while you leaned into her touch.

Her warm touch and soothing words grounded you. You sighed contently and kept your eyes trained on hers, causing the blue glow to fade away. “Good” she hummed as the light diminished.

“Wanda, how did you just do that?” tony marvelled from beside a machine you were hooked up to. “I didn't do anything” wanda replied mirroring his confusion. “Y/N had enough power around her to light up half of new york and as soon as you touched her it disappeared. Meaning you either absorbed it or bootleg Elsa here can create and destroy energy as she pleases.”

“Electricity... Power.... Energy. THATS IT TONY! The powers surfaced after being exposed to the arc reactor and since we can safely assume that she was tested on in some capacity while with hydra, We can deduce that y/n was exposed to a power similar to the arc reactor which gave her the powers. This leaves us with three big questions, what was this power source? Why is her power fabricated through ice and water? And why would hydra train her as an assassin if they knew she had the power of element bending.” Bruce interjected before typing frantically on a pop-up screen.

“Well, before I froze the entire tower I had a vision of myself being pushed into a snowstorm by a scientist but that's all I saw. No technology like the arc reactor” you replied from the examination chair.

“If we can trigger another one of these visions, then we can learn more about the power” Bruce replied with determination. The whole room turned to you expectantly. “I don't know how I did it, I was just talking to nat and then next minute I'm watching myself being experimented on” you sputtered while your mind was in a spin with all the new information.

“I could try to look ?” Wanda asked calmly. Bruce and tony agreed without hesitation but she waited patiently for your response.

You nodded hesitantly, despite steve’s interjections.

Her warm hands now buzzed with power as they touched your head. She was scarily concentrated as she rummaged around your mind. Silence filled the room for several minutes before she leaned away and her power faded.

“I could only find some doctors notes, they were fuzzy and hard to read but i could make out some important pieces.

‘Subject 246

The subject is responding to experimentation well; just as hypothesised she is beginning to control electricity as well as the previously discovered water elemental magic. It seems the more energy we expose her to, the more her power progresses.

I have approved phase three of testing

Be cautious when interacting with the subject, the testing has provided her with an unprecedented amount of intelligence.

The rest was too hard to read.” she informed the group curiously

Steve made his way to you and began to pull of the wires and pads littering your body. “Thats enough. Go and rest before training” he ordered and the room erupted into loud arguing. It wasn't clear whether the argument was actually because of your predicament or if something was underlying between tony and Steve.

“She's just a kid! You're making her relive her torture, in the pursuit of what? Your own knowledge?!”

“Stay out of it rogers, this is not your war”

The shouts echoed through the corridors as you wandered out of the lab. You began to slowly make your way towards the bathroom for a much needed thoughtful shower.

There was so much for you to ponder as you stood under the rainfall of hot water. Electricity? It seemed out of the realm of possibility but so did water bending until last week. Your trip to the lab had opened so many questions, where did this all come from? What else could've had energy similar to the arc reactor?

“Youve been in there for an hour, can you get out? I need to shower before training” Natasha called from outside your bathroom. Her cries were accompanied by several knocks that were far too forceful

With a huff you turned off the shower and made your way to the door with your towel wrapped safely around u. Steam billowed into your cold room as you opened the door to reveal an impatient nat.

“don’t you have your own shower” you asked angrily. She rolled her eyes in response as if you were supposed to know why she was trying to use yours. “Yes, I have my own shower but it is broken. Obviously.” she replied shortly.

You pushed past her into your own room and allowed her access to the bathroom. “Thanks, frosty” she mocked before shutting the door of your bathroom in your face. The nickname almost felt like a dare to you, daring you to turn her shower ice cold.

The slight irritability she had sparked in you began to conjure up a small ball of icy blue tendrils that pushed their way towards the shower. You could have stopped you magic but you didn't want to. You allowed your magic to enchant the showerhead and cause the water to drop to just above freezing.

To your dismay, no reaction came from Natasha. Not a word.

Defeatedly you pulled on a combat suit Tony had provided for you and waited for Nat to finish. She was in there for barely five minutes before she came bounding out in just her underwear.

“I would've asked you to help keep me warm in there but it seems you're the reason it was cold in the first place” she accused whilst several drops of water fell from her hair. You stayed silent as you watched her muscles tense and relax as she pulled on her suit.

“Hello?!?” she called, bringing you out of your trance.

“I didn't make your shower cold” you feigned offence at her comment and did your best to cover up your staring. She grabbed your hand and held it up to your face revealing a familiar layer of frost “yes you did” she replied coldly before dropping your hand forcefully.

“Training ladies, I have a surprise I think you're going to love” Steve poked his head into the room to give a playful wink before sprinting towards the gym. Nat followed close behind him and reluctantly you pulled yourself up to follow.

Okay, I've been noticing some tension between some of us so for the next twenty-four hours we are going to be stuck with the person we have the weakest connection with. Meaning that for better or for worse the couples will be as follows: Tony and me, Thor and the big guy, vision and clint and finally wanda, nat and y/n will be in a trio”

Natasha starred daggers into Steve as he revealed we would be stuck together but wanda didn't seem even slightly phased by the instruction. You gave Tony a pleading look, hoping that he would overrule the captains instruction but instead he just laughed hysterically and clapped steves back. The three of you stood in an awkward silence for several minutes as the severity of the situation settled in.

“So, what now ?” You asked awkwardly. Natasha whirled towards you in response and punched you square in the face. “Combat” she chuckled as you stumbled backwards into wanda.

It took you a few moments to compose yourself before your flipped towards her and kicked hard into her side. She yanked your leg up from her waist, with an ironclad grip. You used your other leg to propel yourself onto her shoulder. With your thighs wrapped around her neck you flipped and slammed the both of you into the padded floor below. You both hit the floor with a hard thud, leaving you winded and bruised.

Natasha didn't give up though she forced herself up through ragged breath and pounced on your injured body. You winced in pain as she pinned you into the floor, grabbing both of your arms as she went.

“That was for ruining my shower” she growled into the closing space between your faces.

Your free legs kicked forward bringing both of you up from the floor. Natasha’s thighs were still gripped around your waist as you landed but she immeadiatly flipped backwards creating a small distance between you.

Almost instantly, Natasha came barrelling towards you and kicked into your stomach with both feet. You flew into the wall behind you sending a horrifying symphony of cracking throughout the room. The pain of the impact caused you to slump lifelessly on the floor and clutch your wounds.

A slow clap began to ring from behind the both of you. Wanda leaned against the wall behind Natasha with a devilish smirk. “Impressive Natasha but you should ask before breaking what's mine”

You and Nat both shared the same look of worry as wandas hands began to glow with her Scarlett power.

Nats face flew away from yours as she was slammed into the roof of the training room. A shower of plaster fell down on you and you watched nat squirm under the force of wandas power. Tight ropes of the crimson magic were holding her precariously up above you.

Looking back at wanda, she was now enthralled in her own magic and you couldn’t help but stare in awe as her hands moved so addictively. She met your eyes with a seductive grin for a split second before flicking her magic away.

Natasha came falling down from the ceiling.

Instinctively you threw your hands up and a pressurised stream of water spilt out of your palm. It cushioned around Natasha instantly and held her in the air a few metres from your face.

Everyone watched in awe as the stream of water held her effortlessly. As you realised what you had done you began to drop the pressure and let Natasha reach the ground gently.

Both you and Natasha were drenched in your own water while wanda wiped a few droplets from her brow. The training room shared a similar fate as water pooled on the padded ground below.

You rushed to nat to make sure she was okay after the fall but she just brushed you off coldly and made her way towards wanda. You thought she was going to do something to wanda but instead she just pushed right past her causing Wanda to smirk triumphantly.

You summoned a strong gust of wind that swept all the water away with it, leaving the training room as if nothing had ever happened.

“I think thats enough training for today” Steve commented in utter shock as he looked between the two of you.

When you and wanda turned to see where Natasha had gone the entire group stared back at you in shock and awe.

Hours after the training room altercation, you were enjoying some much needed time in starks workshop. You were trying to do some calculations to hopefully find some sort of power source like the arc reactor but of course none of them could compare.

“Hey kid, you okay?” Tony asked kindly as he stepped into the workshop. You continued to tap away at the hologram in front of you “yea, trying to find a lead on the stuff banner was talking about” you replied absently. Stark began to roam over your many calculations with concern. Lines of information, diagrams and calculations decorated the entire workshop yet none seemed to have the answers you were looking for.

He pulled you away from the screen you were working on and began to close many of the other screens crowding his workshop. As the glow.from the screens left the room, the bright moonlight began to filter in. Without even realising you had worked right into the night.

“Bruce and I will figure this out I promise” he smiled kindly before pulling up a new screen for you which showed a model of you. “If you want to stay here then you can begin designing your suit but no more calculations!” he said cheerfully.

You complied, not wanting to leave the serenity of the workshop. The suit designing was far more enjoyable than the calculations and you found yourself genuinely enjoying it.

Your model was now in a tight navy blue suit and you began to start some calculations that would determine whether or not you needed the arc reactors power. Stark however closed your pop up screen with the calculations in an almost fatherly manner. “I’ll do the math, you just design” he scolded lightly.

“I thought I'd find you two in here. Cap wants you both back upstairs immediately” Nat ordered coldly as she leaned in the doorway.

“Romanoff! We're working, so unfortunately we cannot join your boyfriend's little rendezvous upstairs “ stark quipped back.

“Y/N is playing dress-up and you are masturbating over your own technology. Upstairs now!” she ordered again before sauntering out.

“Always a delight” stark mumbled jokingly and you both headed upstairs.

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: You were Natasha’s neighbor, and the two of you grew very close. She even memorized your schedule. So, when you deviated from it, Nat became very worried. What happens when you show up at her door, and the flood gates open?

Author’s Note: This is sort of ooc for nat, but i enjoyed writing my own take on her character.

The moon sat high in the sky, casting a pale glow that made distant buildings look dreamy; as if they belonged to another universe, close yet unattainable.

Frigid air swept through an open window. It was purposeful; cold air kept the body alert.

Bright red digits encased in glass displayed 6:57. It was late; you were late.

It made a coil tighten in Nat’s chest.

Being late was unlike you, and if you were, a sweet text would be sent to Nat’s phone. A text that often never received a reply.

Making and maintaining a schedule was drilled into Nat’s head when imprisoned by the Red Room. Naturally, it made thick composure wear thin when anything went off track, even if it didn’t concern her.

Sure, it was a problem, but it didn’t bother you. Or, you never mentioned that it did.

Typically, you were home by around five or six, six-thirty being the latest on most days.

Your banged-up shoes would scuff their way up the cracked steps, or catch themselves on the crevice between the elevator and carpet. A worn canvas bag would take its rightful place beside your front door, the door soon clicking shut.

At around seven, you would shuffle across the hall, your usual bright bunny slippers contrasting with the drab carpet that you complained about endlessly.

Delicate knuckles would drag over Nat’s door; and you presented a sweetly-crooked smile. Nat would always pretend you interrupted something, never admitting she nervously waited near the door like a lost puppy for those three knocks.

Tonight, those three knocks were nowhere to be heard.

Every minute that went by made Nat’s skin crawl. Tension furrowed in every muscle; digging into bone. She knew it was silly; creepy even. You weren’t hers to worry about. You were her neighbor, just that. Sure, you two grew close. But you were neighbors, not lovers.

Nat knew she was too attached. Emotional attachments were a risky business for an ex-assassin turned ex-Avenger. They got messy, fast. But, something about you made her logical brain short circuit. When with you, her emotional side took over.

She wasn’t guarded with you. She was herself. That confident persona she wore everyday crumbled away, leaving her true self. On the inside, Nat was an introvert. Quiet, reserved, and shy.

Everyday Nat wondered how you brought this out in her; why she didn’t build those walls right back up. Maybe it was your smile, or your laugh.

Lost in thought, Nat’s busy mind didn’t notice the scraping of shoe soles on wood, or the jingling of keys across the hallway, or the door clicking shut.

After tossing and turning, Nat eventually fell asleep. Sleep never came easy, no, but it came especially harder with the absence of your three knocks.

The anxieties of the day — night, more like it — presented themselves in nightmares. Ordinarily, the subject of the movie behind her lids were predictable; the Red Room’s cream colored walls, tests, and missions were the common actors. Familiarly unknown faces taunted her, begging for their life that was soon to be snuffed out.

This time was different, however. Your face was the main character. Your wide eyes and scarlet blood the backdrop, your whimpers and desperate cries the soundtrack.

Snapping awake, Nat’s chest heaved with heavy fear. Blood coursed through her body faster than ever before, coating her face and body with pink hues.

Three, albeit softer, knocks came from the door. Scurrying out of the sweat-stained sheets, Nat headed for the door. Nat twisted the handle, nearly tearing it off.

There you were, in all of your glory.

You donned fuzzy pajama pants, a tight crop top, and bright blue bunny slippers. A passive smile tugged at your pink lips. The sight nearly made Nat melt.

Relief displayed itself on her features. You were here, safe and sound. Before she could stop herself, Nat pulled you into a tight hug.

Embarrassment quickly crept up her spine. Why was she hugging you? She never hugged you. You hugged her. Not the other way around.

Realizing her odd behavior, Nat pulled away.

“Are you okay?” Doe eyes pierced into her tired blue ones.

A curt nod followed your words. “Yeah. I’m fine.” Of course, you could see right through Nat’s lies. Not many people were able to do that, but to you she was an open book.

Nat liked it. Even if she wasn’t forthcoming, it felt nice to have someone that knew her. That saw her for what she was, not who everyone made her to be.

Knowing you felt nice. Peaceful, even.

You weren’t scared of her. If anything, you felt safe in Nat’s company. To you, wasn’t the infamous ex-Avenger, she was simply your neighbor. Someone to watch movies with, and to have taste-test recipes.

“Okay, if you say so.” Nat quickly glanced down, avoiding your all-knowing gaze. “You’re not busy, are you?”

Her eyes snapped back to yours. “No, uh, ‘course not.” A dry laugh left her lips. “What’s up?”

Shifting your weight around, you fiddled with the black strings of your pajama pants. “Not much. Just got lonely s’all. Missed seeing you earlier.”

You were clearly nervous, which was slightly bewildering. The amount of which you loved visiting Nat was stated many times. Why were you so timid all of a sudden?

Brows furrowed, Nat pulled the door open wider. “If you missed me so much.” Her voice was playful, something of which it barely was. Reveling in this, you bounced into her apartment.

It was nothing to write home about. The walls were void of any decoration, and furniture was scarce. A simple gray couch sat in the center of the living room, adjacent to a TV stand with a fairly large television balanced on top. A mahogany coffee table sat between the two, slightly scuffed at the edges due to wear and tear.

The kitchen was even more bare, inside the cabinets and out. Nat only possessed two forks, spoons, knives, plates, bowls, cups, and one cutting board. Half of these she got because of you. How would she have you over for dinner with only one of everything?

The couch was as soft as always. Both of you relaxed into the couch cushions, basking in each other’s company.

Nat took the remote and switched on the TV. It was preset to your favorite channel, since she only had reason to watch anything when you were around. It felt…wrong, to watch it without you.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence. Nat stole occasional glances, studying your profile. She admired how your jaw hung slightly open, completely entranced in whatever show was playing. White light bounced off of your face, making every one of your perfect features shine.

“It’s not polite to stare, you know.”

Coughing, Nat snapped her head towards the screen. “m’sorry.” Arms crossed, she pushed closer into the couch. Hopefully, it would swallow Nat whole and let her have her sweet escape.

“Just kidding, y’know. I don’t mind it.” A tender smile plastered your face, voice remaining as soft as ever.

Nat kept her eyes trained on the screen, jaw tight in embarrassment.

“Hey.” Your muted voice floated into Nat’s ears, immediately making her tense jaw muscle relax.

You had a foreign effect on her. You could wind her up and cool her down, almost in an instant.

Nat’s wide eyes met yours. “You know I don’t care, right? It happens all the time, I would’ve been worried if you didn’t stare a bit.” The more your sunshine-smile came out, the more Nat’s icy walls melted.

What were you doing to her? Why did she feel this way? Why were you doing this?

The visits, the dinners, the early-morning breakfasts, the movie nights, the sleepovers where you would wake up in each other’s arms; never bringing it up afterwards. Why?

Every minute with you was torture. Every minute you dangled something in front of her, something she knew was unattainable.

Every minute that you weren’t hers was a minute of pure agony.

The smiles, laughs, and soft touches the two of you shared gave Nat a taste of what it felt like to be purely and wholly loved.

Even if she knew it wasn’t actual love; it was what she wanted it to be.

Tears slid down Nat’s cheeks. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. All she wanted was you; and you were giving her just barely enough to breathe.

“Nat, what’s wrong? Did I say something?” Your hands ventured to her cheeks, caressing her face. It felt like every other time you touched her. It hollowed her out, leaving her raw, unabashed self.

“Why are you…” Nat’s voice faltered. “Why? Why are you doing this to me?”

Confusion and worry festered itself on your features. Head tilting, you shifted closer to her on the sofa. “Doing what?” Worry was evident in your hushed voice.

Nat swallowed the lump in her throat, sniffling slightly. “Everything. The- The hugs. The movie nights. The visits. Why?” Taking in a shaky breath, Nat looked away with her eyes clenched shut. “I don’t understand. You- You do all of these things, Why?”

Her heart was shattered, along with the walls she had spent so long building. How could such a simple person, do such simple things, and cause such a catastrophic result?

Sighing, your hands dropped to your lap; eyes still locked onto her pained ones. “I don’t know. You’ve just- You’ve taken me over. Every day I think about you. What you’re doing, if you’ve eaten, how you’re feeling. I can’t go a minute without thinking about you.”

Nat’s eyes slowly opened, meeting yours once again. “I thought you’d never feel the same way I do. So I took what I could get. I don’t want to lose you. I- I can’t. Not yet.”

Those words were the ones Nat had dreamed about. It was as if you glued her heart back together.

Grinning, Nat pulled you forward and wrapped her arms around your waist. Her head was tucked into your neck, with your hands soon finding their way to the back of it.

Staying there for a while, entangled on the couch, the two of you swiftly feel asleep. Every worry dissipated.

No more words needed to be said. The both of you understood exactly what this embrace meant. It held an apology, and a promise of a future.

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content warnings: no smut but reference to it, also mommy kink, nat comforts you by… being a shitty gf lol

a/n: ive opened 3 word docs to write diff things and its not coming out bc ive been haha sad af so i wrote this mediocre gfs fic, as usual ur both terrible gfs on paper but in practice it… works out actually

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