#reader has powers

The stillness of the air is the first thing that lets you know you’re awake- that, and the oh-so-known weight of the restraining chain around your neck. You’ve stopped wondering what they had made you do a long time ago, it spares you from the heartache.

You sigh as your eyes are opened by the sheer pressure of your conscience, only to immediately frown at the lack of shock from the blinding lights of the cell.

Not even the soft red emergency lights are glaring at you as they usually do whenever the power goes out.

Is it a test?

With an inaudible groan you threaten your muscles to assist you to sit up- which they obstinately grant, and let you know, at the same time, how terrible of an idea it was, since the weight of the metal chain almost throws you face-down to the ground.

Well, if this is a test, they are probably laughing at you- that makes you coil in shame, you used to be stronger. You used to be a lot a lot of things you’re unfamiliar with, now.

The click of the door being opened makes you keep your head down, already expecting a scold from whoever it is, for whatever it is- but when black heel boots appear behind it, you look up- it's a foreigner, people don’t wear this here.

It's something akin to a woman- no human could possibly look like this and not have any connection to God. No human could possibly have such kind eyes and be anything remotely evil.

It’s an angel.

But, no angel has a gun, either, so you assume, with the last remaining strength you have, she’s the angel of death. The fact that this makes you feel relieved is enough to let a single drop of tear stain your dry skin.

“Oh, мелочь” Her voice is more human than that of an angel, it breaks slightly around the edges, but even so, you don’t recoil, something about her allows you to give in “Don’t worry, I’ve got you”

It’s the last thing your body hears before it crumbles against the angel’s arms.

-

And that’s exactly what she still manages to do, even seven years after that fateful day- day in and day out, she's got you, and you've got her for the better and worse days.

Turned out that agent Natasha Romanoff was no angel to the world, per se, but an assassin from KGB, who, then, became a worldwide known Avenger.

Yet- to you, behind closed doors- she kept constantly proving to be more like an angel than to the day you’ve met.

Your biggest pride lies in the fact that you can, now, call her your wife- well, not that you can actually say that to anyone, but the feeling of knowing you would do it if you could is enough.

The one and only problem of being Natasha's wife is that you can't seem to grasp her around your presence for more than a month- you know the job very well, and you know that this was the one thing that you’d asked her to do for you; to disappear from the earth’s eyes, to never be found again, to be no more than a ghost, to be safe.

And she more than happily granted, with all of the cards she had to pull.

But, still, that didn’t make it any easier.

You know hunger, hell, you've spent years at the HYDRA compounds- but this, this is a different type. Your soul aches for hers in such way that no crumble of presence can temporarily soothe- no sporadic visit every other month can fill her shaped-sized missing part on you.

It has been half a year, already, since your heart last had hers close- God, if only the world could be as blind to your face as they are to your presence.

And it’s only when the clock rings another hour, almost on purpose, that the most defective epiphany to ever exist hits you-

You are fucking invisible.

After writing down a reminder to eat more omega-3-filled food for your obvious shortage of memory, you waste not another second to act on it. With the happiness you reserve for Natasha and only Natasha, you get started on your potential-fail-of-a-plan.

You’re invading the Avengers tower (you can barely pick a lock).

-

If your soul starved for Natasha, hers was verging in danger of extinction for you. She loathed the fact that now, as a public figure, her life has become the center of the spotlight, because that meant that seeing you, her family, became a borderline impossible mission.

Of course, you would Facetime each other fairly often- it’s still the only way she can fall asleep without the weight of the distance crushing her dreams- but it’s not the same as having you in her arms, lulling her into a warm and silky slumber.

She sighs, kicking one last time the punching bag before anyone stops by the gym and decides to- yikes- chat.

Knowing that the only thing capable of soothing the melancholy her heart has painted her body with, is you, she drags her feet back to her room for a quick call.

Her room lacks everything your shared house does; it’s not a home, there’s no you- and, every single day, as she steps inside it, she’s reminded of that. She makes a mental note to schedule her vacations with Fury soon.

As Natasha, uncarefully, slams the door closed and picks up her phone, she throws herself on her bed, hoping to shake her gloom away.

But her back doesn’t touch the mattress, because she lands exactly on you.

“Had I known you’d attack me-” Your voice sounds beside her- you’re so close.

Without actually knowing where you are, Natasha throws her arms around to what she hopes is you- she has yet to grasp the fact that she's touching you.

“мелочь, baby?” She asks full of disbelief, it’s between a shout and a whisper, much too sacred to leave your small bubble “How- let me see you!”

And, as of every single time at the sight of your face, she falls in love all over again, as if it had been the first time your eyes had ever met.

“I’ve missed you so much, my love” Your words barely leave your mouth since hers comes crashing against it- as the ocean does to the land, flooding every single bit of your soul with the most undiluted love there can possibly be on earth.

“Stay” Natasha pleads before anything else “I- we can make adjustments- and- and they don’t have to know- please, мелочь, I miss you so”

She says nothing more than this wave of whispers, breaking at the very same places it did once, when she first promised you safety- it’s your turn to return the pledge, which you’ll happily do.

Nat makes you feel at peace, as if the rest of the world is nothing but grains of sand you can quickly sweep to underneath the rug.

“Your wish is my command, angel”

-

It felt like a never-ending dream, to finally have Natasha by your side- not the pixelated image of her on your phone- to be able to see her, hear her, touch her, whenever you wanted. To be able to finally get to know her routine and her second family.

But you both knew you were running against the clock- you can't hide by her side forever.

And the clock finally ticked on a Wednesday night, when you were finally alone at the compound while the entire team were out, on a small press they had to do.

You can't blame yourself for taking a small trip to the kitchen- they had at least four types of cereal.

Before you could realize it, there were sirens blasting- loud and fierce, it seemed like the whole tower was reverberating the sound- your first instinct was to run back to Nat's room, but your body just couldn’t follow it.

Instead, you found yourself falling on your knees, covering your ears with as much strength as your hands could muster, and closing your eyes enough to hurt. It takes you back to one of those sleepless nights of punishment- you hate how weak you feel right now, even after all these years.

When the front door opened with a bang so did your eyes, in shock- only to drop, slightly, with relief as you remember no one can actually see you.

But you realized, with a pained scrunch of eyebrows, after regaining much of your senses when the alarms finally ceased, that there were six people at the compound.

Where’s Nat?

“JARVIS, are you sure there’s someone here?” Stark asked while the team made a perimeter of the room, you winced every time someone grazed their eyes over you.

“Positive, Mr. Stark, human heat has activated the kitchen alarm” The AI’s voice made your heart trip over itself- of course, you should have expected the tower to have a human heat detector.

“I can track them, Tony” A heavily accented voice made itself known and you held back a whimper- you couldn't afford to run from the Scarlet Witch.

You had seen her training countless times, as Natasha carried you with her a lot around the tower.

So, when her red, ruby eyes zeroed in on you, you couldn't help but run- thankfully your body did understand the message this time.

“They’re trying to escape- circle the area” She commanded and the team scrambled to a full circle, closing every way out. You felt suddenly too claustrophobic- not another prison.

“Point us the directions” Steve positioned himself behind his shield, ready to fight and you faintly heard the Iron Suit adjusting itself around Tony.

The idea of imminent death hadn’t really crossed your mind until that very moment- you were hiding in a room full of Avengers for crying out loud, what the hell were you thinking?

You could barely register the arrow fired exactly in your direction until it was already-

Gone?

Natasha, your Natasha, stepped in front of you, intercepting the last few throws that were arriving.

The team abruptly stopped at her questioning posture, although not exactly moving from their attack position.

You couldn't see her eyes, but from the look on their faces she wore the one that made her green shade intense enough to turn gray, to cloud itself behind her ire.

“If anyone ever raises a weapon against my wife again, I will fucking end you” Her voice had an instance you’d never heard before, almost infected with venom- Your legs unconsciously moved you a step back, even if your face wore a relieved smile.

You didn't wait for anyone to voice a thought before showing yourself. It was timid, you almost disappeared behind Natasha and suddenly felt like one step away was way too much of a distance between the both of you- you hadn't been seen by anyone other than her in almost a decade.

Nobody said anything for a hot moment, but their combat positions relaxed, even if for a small bit, so you finally took that step forward.

“[Y/N] has been living with me for two months now, we’ve been married for three years” She states "HYDRA has been hunting her down ever since I rescued her from one of their bases, seven years ago, she couldn't risk being seen by anyone"

Then, because everyone was too astonished to speak after the tornado of information Nat had just dropped on them, she added a stern "Please don’t fuck this up”

Tony, of course, was the first one to speak “You can’t be trying to convince us you’ve managed to pull someone like her, Romanoff” Clearly more concerned about other matters than the the, at least, three more important conversations that needed to be had.

Before Natasha could do more than stab him with the sharpest glare she could muster, Wanda was already halfway through her apologies “I am so sorry, [Y/N], did I hurt you? Come here, let me give you a look”

To which Bucky immediately accused, with a side, cheeky smile “How can you two already be flirting with Nat’s wife?”

So Natasha had to, once again, spit her threatening words of doing the death's work in the most cruel of ways.

Because, then, everyone seemed to be competing to see just how absurd her threats were capable of growing.

There were half of a dozen kind smiles hugging your eyes, excited voices asking about what your heart didn't ache to answer, and your wife’s hand around your waist, holding you grounded and parading you to the entire team.