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A swell of pride and self satisfaction, blooming into your mouth as a deep curl appeared at the edge of your lips, smirking while you gaze at an amazing sight despite that you've been watching it in good amount of minutes. Natasha sat above you —on your lap to be specific— naked from the waist and down, firm thighs caging yours, her plump breast peeking through one of your dress shirt she decided to wear that cling loose on her small frame bounced while she ruts her hips to trace her slit on your cock in such a hungry pace, breathing turning quick and labored. This woman, a sly, deadly assassin who wouldn't think twice to put a bullet in your head the moment you crossed her, same woman who killed hundreds of people, thousands even, follows your every whims without question.

Completely at your mercy.

“G-good girl,” grunting briefly when the other end of your strap hit your clit, you mutter breathlessly, both from your girlfriends beauty and your own pleasure. “That's my good fucking girl.”

Then your hands shoots to her hips, restricting her movements before she could get what she's been denied for the third time. She lets out a complaining whine, eyelids fluttering open and her lust filled, beguile green eyes met yours.

“You slut,” You click a tongue disapprovingly, a frown now forming on your features as quick as Natasha's high disintegrating. “Didn't think I'd notice what you were doing? ”

“Let me cum...p—please!” She pleaded, nails creating a fresh cut on your shoulders as it dug in your skin.

“If only you're doing what you're told I would've let you.” You chuckle dryly. “And here I thought you were finally being a good girl.”

“I am! I'm your good girl.”

“No your not.” freeing one of your hands, you grabbed her jaw, harshly tugging it closer. Her cheeks slightly squished. “Open.”

She obliged, and you didn't waste any more time and used two fingers of your other hand to push them past her parted lips. You didn't have to tell her what to do, her tongue automatically licks your fingers, slithering around and in between leaving them drenched. You almost moaned at the feeling of her warm breath and the sight of her hooded eyes.

You unclench her jaw and returned your hand holding it back to her hips before bucking your own, guiding her hips then increasing the speed. She rides you, at the same time her mouth worked on your fingers. It didn't take long for Natasha to crumble; the room was filled with her high pitched scream, body violently lurching forward while her face fall on the crook of your neck, panting against your skin.

Natasha then felt her still recovering body being lifted and your cock aligning against her entrance. Your movements were swift that she didn't have time to protest, you slammed her sopping pussy down, your thick cock stretches her walls in an instant without waiting for her to even adjust.

“Fuck!” Natasha moaned aloud, her breath caught in her throat and her body trembled as another wave of climax hit her.

It was her sweet moans swirling in the cold air in the dead of the night summoned something feral in you, feeling it in every fiber of your body, the way your muscle shifts as the hand holding on to her hips tightened on her skin that in no doubt would leave bruises the day after. Your lips rose from peppering kisses along the blade of her shoulder, your hot breath in contrast with the chill fanning her skin as a growl escaped your lips. The sound reached Wanda's ears, stirring her more that her lower back arches to press her rear against your cervix, your cock filling her tight hole for the umpteenth time causing a sear in between her legs.

Laying on her stomach, Wanda buried her face on the soft pillow to muffle her moans, cuffs binding her wrist rattled along with the jolting bed frame while you pound your strap into her with such haste. Your unoccupied hand takes a hold of her chin to yank her face up then changing to grip her jaw.

“Let them hear those moans...” a breathy whisper comes from your lips, pausing for a second to nibble the tip of Wanda's ear. “Let them hear how much of a slut you're being.”

A guttural gasp scratches out of Wanda's throat, the knot twisting in her lower abdomen inching closer to burst. “P—please!”

“Please what?” You mocked, ramming your hips against her. “I can't read minds like you do, baby, tell me what you want.”

“Don't..please don't stop, I'm close!”

You chuckle darkly, enjoying the way her hands violently tugs on the handcuffs. “Imagine how your twin would react when he recognise her sisters voice begging to be fucked.”

You dug your face on the arch between her neck and shoulder, hands moving to grab on to her hips, knees wedging in her thighs and pushed them to open wide. Not long you piston your cock in and out of her gripping snatch, sheathing from the tip of the strap to the hilt, your own arousal heightening just by the sound of Wanda's voice ringing like melodic tune in your ears.

You trail your lips upwards her neck, low airy voice whispering. “Cum with me..”

That all took for Wanda's body to tremble in a euphoric bliss. Muscle tensing, toes curling, and body arching to press against your body. Meanwhile you feel heat traveling along your skin, waist still moving in a leisure phase to prologue each of your highs. You hoist yourself up on your knees, your strap still deep inside Wanda. She lets out a whimper from your movement, being that she's still sensitive from the release.

Your breath caught in your throat, the sight of your girlfriend leaving you breathless as the silver moonlight beaming through the curtains blown by the wind gleamed at the beads of sweat tainting her body, the light complemented her curves as though her skin was so delicate that touching her would instantly leave a mark.

Suddenly, you thirst for more of her.

“Shit!” The bed sheets crumpled in between Wanda's fingers, clutching on it as if holding on dear life, feeling your cock inside her thrust deeper until it hits the end of her insides.

She looks over her shoulders, startled at your abrupt thrust, moans spilling yet again from her lips while her legs trembled from the numbing sensitivity. Feeling so full.

Thin, long wood carved into small cylinder shapes clatter and lay messy all around the floor. While the loud dragging of a heavy desk reverberated in the room, Kate's feet rose to its tiptoes, the side of her face pressed against the surface of the mahogany, cheek squished that the side of her lips in a half pout, in which a small whimper escaped from them.

Bending her over on the desk in her mother's office, away from the ongoing party downstairs, Kate feels the weight of your body pressing her more, your cold hand left goosebumps on its wake as it trailed along upwards her skin of the curve of her ass, tugging her silk dress to her waist. Her bare thighs were pushed open, wedging yourself on the center.Bending her over on the desk in her mother's office, away from the ongoing party downstairs, Kate feels the weight of your body pressing her more, your cold hand left goosebumps on its wake as it trailed along upwards her skin of the curve of her ass, tugging her silk dress to her waist. Her bare thighs were pushed open, wedging yourself on the center.

She could feel the intense pressure between her legs as you furiously drive your hips forward and sheathed your strap into her wet cunt, sinking it to the hilt that it draw a loud, shaky moan from her throat.

“Better keep quiet, baby.” Kate shivered when your warm breath hit the back of her ears, your airy voice hushing her stirred her more. “We don't want your mother to hear us, do we?”

Kate's attempt to shake her head failed due to being literally crushed on table. Your vigorous pump were close to sending her over the edge, her voice getting louder each passing second.

“I said quiet.” Your grumbles were laced with a hard grunt.

You lower yourself forward, bracing your weight on one hand while you shoved three of your fingers in Kate's mouth with the other to silence her. With that you abruptly thrust your hips and rammed your cock deep inside her, filling her to the brim. Kate's body retaliates, her lower back arching onto your front, hands shooting forward to grab anything she could put her hands on to bare the pleasure quickly building in her lower abdomen, only to end up with nothing that her finger nails scraped the table creating jagged lines.

The desk underneath the both of you shook and stagger forward from your hips drilling your cock mercilessly in Kate's pussy, her arousal displayed dripping down her inner thighs.

Your mouth that had bit into her shoulder released its hold when a deep chuckle rumble in your throat. “Mother's angel of a daughter isn't that innocent, is she?”

You licked the indents your teeth left on her skin, trailing it side-wards to hover her ears. “No matter how good everyone think you are or even of you have a halo on your head—”

One hard thrust Kate's body surrendered; her throaty cries were muffled by your finger in her mouth, fingernails aching against the hard wood, toes —the only thing that keeps her up— curled, because of that you take it upon yourself to support her limp body.

The sound of deep rumbles behind dark clouds outside the agape windows of the compound reached faintly in your ears, along with it were occasional gleams of lightning flashing on the walls and your skin. You placed the coffee pot you hold that were halfway filling your mug to the counter when your body shivered from the chill sneaking through the open space of the glass panes. Shutting the window to lock out the cold, you took one last look and watched droplets of water beginning to patter against the windows blurring the world outside.

With a tired sigh, you slid your steaming cup of coffee off the counter and continued back to your room, hopefully to finish the remaining last bundle of mission reports you have neglected to do. Steve's patience of your tardiness these past couple of days had gone thin and you wouldn't want to be at the captains bad side.

A few steps towards your bedroom you heard a loud thud coming from your girlfriends room. You paused on your tracks, head whipping to Natasha's front door as your gut churn, worried that someone may have gotten in without being detected. You didn't waste anymore second and drag yourself closer, unoccupied hand falling on the knob to twist open and enter.

“Nat—”

Just as you passed through the door way you felt hands on your back, giving you a hard shove that causes you tumbling to the ground. Bits of ceramic littered the floor as your mug shattered at your fall while its contents created a puddle around it. You spot a pair of bare feet in your peripheral vision and you turn to look.

Natasha's wide panicked eyes bore to yours when a quick strike of lightning flashed throughout the room, her hands clenched to tight fist that you could see her knuckles turning white. Her shoulder length hair that you adore thumbing through was in disarray. Never in your life have you seen Natasha in such state— as far as being her teammate and lover of course.

Your relationship with Natasha was fairly new, a couple of months if you counted. But the bond you both formed throughout every missions was far from what your current relationship status could ever represent. People who haven't known the two of you for long may think it's too early for the both of you to be in too deep with your feelings. However, you never really cared what others think.

Groaning at the ache on your rib and disregarding it —and the mess made that you surely clean in the morning— you wobbled up to your feet, one hand raising cautiously for her. It took just one look at her to know why she was acting the way she is the moment. Natasha did mentioned to you of her past, about the red room, yet she didn't tell you much more in detail. This wasn't the first time you have known her to have nightmares, but it never escalated to this. Watching her right now says how fucked up it was at what she's been through despite her never telling you the whole truth.

“Baby...it's me,” You mumble gently, taking careful steps forward.

Maybe it was your voice, or was it that she finally gathered her bearings and realized the situation, her eyes blinked rapidly; the haywire her mind presented through her eyes disappearing with every flutter of her eyelids. Her breathing slowed, arms slowly returning to her sides.

Palms brushing across Natasha's upper arm, your fingers wrapped around them while you gently tug her body towards you. Her head sunk on your neck, her warm breath tickling your skin. You take small steps forth to her bed, guiding her backwards, perching yourself on the mattress and lean against the headboard while you let her lay on you, Natasha's ears can hear the indistinct beats in your chest.

“You must've think of me as weak.” Natasha mumbles quietly, but you could still hear the tinge of scorn in her voice thinking she presumed correct.

“No,” You denied, not having to contemplate about it. “You're one of the strongest person I know.” mumbling against her hair, you plant a soft kiss on her forehead. “But you don't have to face anything alone. Just this once let me have a bit off your shoulders.”

Natasha hadn't said anything, you didn't even expect her to nor needed any reply from her. What was important was for you to tell her what you feel. And if there was one thing you longed for in your relationship and that one in a couple or hundreds of things in trusts that is unraveling now.

Is Natasha trusting you enough to be vulnerable in front of you. Even if it is only once.

“Take a rest, my love. I'll never leave 'Til you sleep.”

Your arms firmed around her frame while you nuzzle your nose on the crown of her head. The rumbling outside, rain hitting the windows that sound like pennies falling to the floor, howling wind— all disappeared in a span you didn't expect while you measured how long you've been awake by the way your eyes burned. You observed the serene breathing your girlfriends chest displayed and finding out that she indeed fell asleep, your lips stretched to a lazy smile, eyes beginning to surrender now that you could sleep as Natasha had already. You don't think you'd be able to get up now that exhaustion had finally caught up to you.

The remnants of Mario's apartment that once stood towering over your head crumbled beneath you, its rough debris dug  your shirt and induced scratches on your skin. Around you bricks were torn down and broken, scattered all over the dirt littered wooden floors. Each intake of air dust waft through your nose causes a violent cough out of your scratchy throat while the abrupt movement caused your ribs to feel like thorns inside your body.

You feel the warmth of your blood that created a trail along your dust covered face oozed out of the fresh cut on the top side of your head resulted by a fragmented yet heavy pillar descended at the opposite wall from where you took shelter. It lay sideways across your body, pinning you with its weight with one of your ankles twisted in an uncomfortable place.

The world began to blur, each flits of your eyes everything dimmed. Your hope of being found dwindling as your consciousness inched closer to slip into the dark haze forming around the edge of your eyes. Only that your surroundings flickered back to life when you heard your name being called by your bestfriend who you thought you would never see again after the blip 5 years ago, accompanied by voices you denied your heart have longed to call your name before burying yourself in the void you made to keep everyone you lost out of your head.

Light blared on your face while the sound of rubble crashing to the floor reached your ears, temporarily blinding you with the sudden heap of particles tumbling on your face. You shut your eyes, feeling the sun rays burn through your eyelids for a quick second before it disappeared again. Fluttering them open, your throat hitched when you see not only Mario standing over you to cover the sunlight, there next to you on their knees is Natasha and Wanda hovering your weak form.

“Our love.” The mix of physical pain and emotions twisted in your chest. An overwhelming feeling your mind cannot fathom all while your body had its own mind to show as heat began to crawl up your throat.

Natasha delicately placed a hand over the rubble on top of you before sending Wanda a look. The witch's eyes flashed red and carefully her magic lifted the pillar off of you.

You were finally able to properly breathe, only seconds you begin to regret taking advantage of the air when specks of blood sprinkle out of your coughing mouth. Your breathing picked up, heart pounding faster than normal when you see thin steel wire protruding out of the spot where the first ache that you noticed shoots from. There was a small puddle on the floor beside you, coming from a patch of blood seeping through your shirt.

“детка,” calloused hands squeezes your cheeks, ripping your sight from the crimson stained steel to their emerald eyes. “It's going to be alright, you're going to be alright. Help is coming.”

Another hand made its way upwards your head, gently raking the fringes that were sticking on your tired, cold sweat tainted face. A drained sigh escaped your lips, the temperature of Wanda's and Natasha's palm got you needing for more warmth that you immediately leaned in for more of their touch.

“Cold... why's it getting c—cold? ” it envelopes your whole body like a freezing water rising to swallow you whole, and for the first time in years, you felt like your beginning to feel nothing but alarmingly at peace.

“No.. no..stay with us baby,” Wanda squeezes your cheeks for you to wake, taking ahold of your feeble hand, resting them on her jaw. “Please hold on for us. We need you.”

“B-but I thougt—”

“We never stopped loving you, малышка.” Natasha thumbs the dirt off your face.

“Steve found out that someone planned to use you against us.” Wanda peppered kisses all over the back of your hand in a desperate speed. “We never wanted to hurt you, but Steve insisted because he didn't want you to get involved in the fight.”

“We're here! We need help!” Mario yells at the background, vigorously waving his outstretched hands at someone from the distance.

Natasha and Wanda briefly looks at quintjet approaching your area as the pilot spot your bestfriend, then back to you, both heaving your hand in theirs with an affectionate squeeze. Natasha leans closer and rest her forehead against yours, her unoccupied hand tangles around Wanda's.

You hear nearing footsteps before feeling your girlfriends reluctantly stepping back to make way for the medical team to check on you. They cast you a reassuring smile when they saw your panicked face, terrified that they would leave again.

With the help of Doctor Cho, it didn't take long for her to patch your wounds and realigned your broken bone, all that was left to do is to make sure you didn't put any stress on your injury for it to heal quickly. Peeling her synthetic gloves tainted faintly of your blood, Helen disposed of it to a bin next to the makeshift gurney you've been moved onto and walks over to the girls to advice them how to treat your wounds.

Mario sits on a stool beside you, silently staring down as if scrutinizing you. “Holy shit, you got old.”

You rolled your eyes. The nerve of this guy, you have been mourning at his loss for years and this was what he tells you first thing you talk?

“Then I guess I finally caught up to your looks.”

Mario chuckles as he ruffles your hair. “I'm glad you're alright. I wouldn't know what I'd do if I lose my bestfriend.”

“Believe me, you don't want to know.” You hid a grimace at the thought of it with an awkward grin that's slowly turned to a genuine one when you look up to him. “Don't disappear on me again.”

Mario laughs half-heartedly, the side of his lips curl at the sight of Natasha and Wanda approaching. He gestures to the two with his brow. “I better leave you lovers to catch up. I'll catch you later.”

You watch your bestfriend pass by your girlfriends, not without acknowledging them with a quick nod. Extending your arms, you took each of their hands in yours, intertwining them as though your body is sating yourself from years of not being able to feel their skin against yours. The smiles on Natasha's and Wanda's face widened.

“How're you feeling?” asked Wanda, placing a hand over both of yours.

There was still an ache on your muscles, mostly on the part that was badly affected. “Better than before,” carefully moving one of your injured leg, there was no more sting striking up from your foot.

Your sight flickered to their hands, specifically on where their engagement rings should be placed. The two noticed your stare and gripped your hand firmly to get your attention.

Natasha shakes her head, first one to speak up. “It's all a ruse,” she admits. “To take all the attention from you.”

Still, it didn't help lifting the weight in your heart like those nights you were drowned in your thoughts piling up in your mind, then finding yourself unable to breathe as your bloodshot eyes swelled with tears and lips muffled of whimpers.

A wrinkle between your brows and lips pressing into a thin line, your crestfallen countenance brought massive guilt into their hearts. Natasha and Wanda quickly glanced at each other, the widow jotting her chin towards you, signaling Wanda.

“We're so sorry..” apologized the witch. “We've put you through hell and we know it'd take a while for you to heal.”

“For as long as it takes, we'll be here when you do.” Natasha interject, her gaze falling to your twined hands. “Because we will never leave you.”

“P-please..” Your lips trembled, chest beginning to sink shallowly. “Never leave.”

“We won't.” Wanda reassures. “Ever again.”

You were engulfed in a tight hug by the two, you could hear their hearts beating in their chest against your ears.

“We almost lost you.”

“Almost.”

There was always a debate about what words can be the saddest word. Like a knife, only a verbal one, that tumble out of ones lips then darting to the chest. And just like a knife, that physically damages you, the same type of outcome manifest in their bodies; a weapon lodging in your chest to the point of being unable to breathe and it chokes your very being, followed by overwhelming tears brimming the eyes.

A debate you and your bestfriend never really concluded. However, now after painfully ending a long time relationship, you may have decided what those words was.

It all goes back to when you sat at the foot of yours and your girlfriends shared bed, heart shattered as the intermittent trails of tears that stained your face. They both stood rigid in front of you, merely invading your personal space, regret tainting their beautiful faces. You wished they could've just stabbed a knife in your chest, at least there you have a chance of living and healing. Unfortunately, what they've done was much worse than being murdered, far too much that it instantly killed you inside and no doubt would take longer for you to recover.

All while they'd feel nothing in the passing.

You should've noticed all the signs. Times when you return to the avengers compound after long hours of work, a building that turns into home after your relationship with two avengers became official, their usual bright and welcoming eyes no longer sparkled at the sight of your arrival. And at the end of the day, as they curled on your sides in bed, never have you felt the cold of the night as you now had despite the warmth of their bodies in your arms. Blinded by your love for them you never expected their betrayal, everything crashed on you and you didn't have a chance to fight back.

"You should've told me, Wanda," You trail your eyes on the floor, no longer trusting yourself to still grasp on to the thin thread holding your anger that might snap if you look at them. "That maybe I'd put a stop at the guilt you'd felt when you see me trying to make you happy like I promised."

Something that she promised too, that you'd be there for each other. You distract her from Peitro's death while she fills half of the hole in your heart.

Flickering your eyes to another set of feet. "Y-You should've told me, Natasha." Your voice slightly wavered and you shadow it with a dry laugh. "Saved us some time when what we all had and plans was only going to be there until the person you were waiting comes back. Until Bruce comes back."

Cold blobs of tears dripped and stained your pants you had been subconsciously pinching. "Should've told me." You swallow. "Because I would've been willing to let you both go."

Unfair it was. Why couldn't just people end their relationship if they no longer have the same feelings they had for their partners, instead they cheat, without even thinking they would cause trauma to their partner.

The anger bubbling inside you threatened to spill, instead you held it all in. Because what was the point? If you pour every indignation you had at the two. Would their feelings return? No. So you might as well step back.

"Should've told me because I'd let you both free and happy."

"Detka-"

"Just give me an hour," You interrupt, facing the closet where your things no longer should be. Ignoring the nickname that had managed to rip your heart completely. "Give me...time to pack my things and I'll be out of your way."

"Where are you going?" Wanda asked, her smooth tone tinged with worry.

"Mario has a spare room in his apartment for me to stay."

"Its a long drive," interject Natasha. "We'll take you there."

Shaking your head in disagreement. "No," You decline mirthlessly . "Let's just stop everything here and end us now. You both prolonged the pain enough."

"Okay..."

"We're so sorry..."

Your eyes flits to their feet thumping on the tiled floor as though you were counting each step they took hoping -just maybe- they would stop and turn back around to say everything was all a sick joke. It never happened. Wanda found comfort in Vision's arms and Natasha rekindled her relationship with Bruce.

They were gone, the same as you in their hearts.

"Think I could ever forgive them?" out of the blue, you ask your bestfriend, though it was a question you've been contemplating yourself.

Mario mulls over for a moment, his arm spreading on top of the backrest of the couch he's situated while you silently stare at him by the windowsill of his living room apartment. Behind you he could see the glimmering tower you ones called home, it wasn't that hard to spot despite the huge amount of distance from where his apartment was.

"I know what you do when it comes to the two." Mario begins to utter, uncrossing his legs. "Even if a month had past, you still love them enough to forgive them."

"Forgive and forget huh?" You sneered at the floor.

"Forgive, yes. But forget?" Mario shakes his head. "We never totally forget. We always remember the experiences we had."

"Then how'd we forgive if we never forget?"

"We don't, we just learn how to deal with it." Mario stands up, gripping his bottle of already lukewarm beer in his hand, approaching the empty space beside you to look out the window and gaze at the mesmerizing city lights. "We forgive only to find peace with ourselves, and never forget so we don't let it happen again."

You set your empty bottle down the sill, conflicted if you should get another one, body swaying faintly to lean your waist against the window. "I can't believe we're this drunk to have this conversation."

"Who started it?" chuckled Mario, gulping down the rest of his alcohol.

Your bestfriend checks the clock on top of the television, eyes briefly setting on morning's news paper lying half folded on the coffee table, instantly seeing the black, screaming bold words. Avengers preparation for double wedding-- He sighs gravely, pulling his sight back to your dejected hunched figure.

"How about we take a walk." Mario suggests as he walks off to get both of your coats.

You façade the ache in your heart with a pout, heart tugged when you caught glance of the newspaper. "No more beers?"

"We'll get beers."

You watched his large frame disappear to another room, much like how you quickly want the ache in your heart to vanish. Blaming yourself, maybe you wouldn't be in this position if you had at least an ounce of clue what was transpiring in the compound.

At this time of night with your bestfriend, there were topics you discuss. A lot of those were deep and meaningful, just like the conversation not long ago about what was the saddest word.

To you, should've was the saddest word you regret to experience. Caught off guard by your ex lovers betrayal when all signs was straight up obvious.