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You were supposed to do recon, that’s why you’d walked into the Hex. Now you were in some kinda fucked up sitcom with an avenger who needed the psyche ward or a bullet. 

You at the moment were favoring the ladder as you gasped and felt a familiar tug in your womb.

Ironically, you were on an episode with background characters, a group of women talking over dry cookies and iced tea about gardening. 

It shoul have been an environment where your ‘change’ would have been welcomed with someone handing you a suppressant pill and a pad to soak up the slick. 

A sort of sisterhood of the bodies doing the wrong thing in public. 

No different than needing a tampon in a bathroom, or having your best friend drive you to get a plan B. In this environment with this many women of course, there was sure to be some alphas. Perhaps more beta’s, simply - you assumed because everything smelled so….steril. 

In Wanda’s universe, the colors are drained, black and greys fill your retna. There’s no smell of blooming spring flowers that were planted like little soldiers in every front yard. 

No garlic coming off of the pot roasts just out of the oven. 

These women together didn’t smell of perfumes or shampoo, the mens starched shirts were void of fabric softener. 

It was like Wanda had forgotten that little concept of all of the senses. 

So while you were playing your part with your legs modestly pressed together, and the first  tug on your womb shook you from the conversation. You were sure you could excuse yourself out of this episode and move on. 

Only for the smell of your sweet phermones to waft up like a cartoon apple pie. 

The episode stopped, almost like a record scratching as you bent over in pain, clutching your lower stomach. 

You heard Wanda’s neighbor first as she stood and came to your aid. 

“Oh my,” Agnes tried to touch your back, not affectionately, but more sympathetic of your pain, or so you thought. 

But as the smell of your scent glands hit her nose her eyes flickered like a candle between sane and something far different. 

Her hand cupped her face, but not simply her mouth, her nose too. 

You grabbed at the fake glass table and took a sharp breath, feeling moisture starting to seep into your underwear. 

“What is it dear?” Dottie asked and You didn’t answer, your left ankle rolling to the side as you staggered on your short heels to get to the exit. 

It was Agnes once more who touched you, throwing you for a loop, as she grasped your lower belly with her left hand, you moan as her nose presses into your neck, inhaling your scent. 

“Shhh, you need a real alpha, don’t you, kitten?” Agnes dominance made your knees weak. 

But before she could make her next move, break open your 50’s slacks and take you there, or simply bite down on your neck and own you for the rest of your days. 

The grey episode lapsed, a hiccup, a fuzzy moment of television static. 

Agnes was seated once more, but her face wasn’t that of the calm neighbor, no - she looked positively ready to rip the sweet ice tea lunch apart with her bare hands. 

The rest of the background characters were all smiling, just a bit too wide, a bit too forced. 

A single tear ran down Geraldines face, her fingers twitching as though she too was fighting the restraints. 

Two alpha’s being muzzled in this artificial landscape, while your slick began to made a dark patch against your 50’s dress pants. 

You gasped and tried to get yourself sorted, but the broken noise crackled in the radio, no more background laughs or gentle music. 

The memory of being in a foxhold with Nat and Clint flashes through your mind, you hate yourself for it. 

Realizing that Wanda listening, she’s always listening. 

You grab for one of the iced cups of tea only to get another sticky sort of pain, as though your body ached for another solid form behind you. 

Skin to skin, pheramones washing over you to soothe this insanity. 

The only comfort to your anamlistic- be it archaicm brain would be the muscle of another bigger predator. 

Stupid body, your mind was already slipping - forgetting all your training. Not such a tough agent now that you were without your suppresents. 

You inhale through your nose when you smell it, you think you must be losing your mind. 

Could that husky smell be correct?

 The promise of a proper Alpha. 

You twist around - through your murky thoughts you have forgotten the true mission. 

Your target.

Where was Wanda Maximoff?

You don’t have to wait long, as the episode freezes, the background characters only allowed to watch with the small bit of their consciousness they could access - to what was about to happen. 

Red magic contrasts bright and blinding against the grey tones as you feel Wanda - her magic curling like long tendrils, splintering the scene, then finding their way into your limbs. 

You aren’t weightless from her magic, if anything you’re muscles are constricting, fingers losing feeling, pins and needles in your thighs and forearms. 

You bite your lip hard as your mind is no longer your own thoughts. 

Still, the witch speaks aloud. Still putting on a show for the rest of the helpless characters who are watching. 

“Sweet girl, we’re at commercial. You don’t have to be quiet.” Wanda’s tone is eerily maternal, too kind for what was happening. You didn’t have a gun, you didn’t have a fight. 

“Wanda please- you don’t - I can get you out of here.” You attempt but youre both sure that you’ve already lost. 

“You know I always wanted to know who Natasha went on secret outings with. Now that I can really see you for who you are….I understand.” 

As the sitcom queen understands, you are forgetting. 

“Wanda, she wouldn’t want you like th-”

The witch’s hands found your stomach, replacing where you and Agnes had just grabbed. 

“You know, I think she’d be happy you were taken care of.”

“VISION! What about Vision!” You shriek out, but as she riffles through your mind like an old filing cabinet. You notice how she’s moving your body. 

Your limbs closer to being pinocio, a simple marionette on strings.

Not like her other dolls, as they watch powerless to blink and look away. 

“You know he’s everything I wanted, just like before. But there’s a few things he just can’t do. Not for me, no matter how I re-create him.” Wanda’s grey toned hand thumbs the button of your slacks and you can’t move an inch. 

Is like your bodies being weighed down with rocks.

“Wanda-don’t- Vision wouldn’t want th-” You work on manipulating this any way you can. But Maximoff has already seen the plan, how you were ordered to be the sleeper agent, to kill her. 

Her body molds so perfectly behind your own, that you can feel her knot through the dresspants already. 

The sound of your pants being pull down agonizingly slow has you terrified. As if the curtains were being pulled back. 

You close your eyes and your panic only builds. 

“Do you know, I tried with my magic - but I just can’t get it right. We want boys, I heard once that the deeper the seed pushes the higher chance for a boy? What do you think, you think it’s just one of those silly 50’s girl talks?” Wanda finishes her query with a long lick up your scent gland. 

Pushing more pheramones out - causing the witch to moan. 

“Synthetic man, fake neighbors, I was going mad - now here you are.” Wanda tells you like you’re some kind of present from the outside. A perfect gift with a bow on top for all the hard work she’d done in the Hex. 

Or maybe a fleshlight for her to ejaculate into when the days become a little too 50’s. 

How fucking long was a comersial break? Wanda moved your body like it was as easy as breathing. 

Your pants dropping to your ankles she breaks the fabric easily kicking with her own modest heels, the inside of your ankles. 

Pushing your legs wide as your back hunched over, folding you forward to see the background characters. 

See two men in the background frozen doing yard work and cleaning the small pool. 

Everyone else on pause, Dottie’s pack of HOA and thursday knitters - all stuck. Watching with fake smiles plastered on their faces. Unyielding at your loss of bodily function.

 Wanda curled around your body like a snake - some sort of anaconda wrapping around every fiber of you.

“Wanda-You can’t-can’t keep this all up-”

The avenger’s hands traveled up your ribs to your breasts. 

“You know the audience wouldn’t have to know- not really. I’ll have a little fake bump, meanwhile every night I can go to my basement,” 

A tear comes out, dropping in between your hands spread, splayed out on the plastic 50’s bubbled table. You see a small piece of shiny sharp glass from where you had knocked over the ice teas. If only you could take it and-maybe…a weapon….what?

Your mind is working like molasses, any plan just out of reach. Every idea slipping like sand through asieve. 

You hear Wanda appreciating your body, murmuring about how Vision was all wires, where you were soft and dripping - waiting and wanting. You tried to keep your focus, but Wanda’s touch was consuming you. 

“Stop,” you gasp, but you don’t want her to stop…not really. Your clit was pulsing faster then your heart, your lips had a shine on them they were so soaked. 

“Oh sweet little kitten, isn’t that what Agnes said? You needed a real alpha to take care of you. To mold you, to wreck your empty holes. What is it baby girl? You don’t want to be my kitten? You don’t want to play house with me sweetheart? We could be such good Mommy’s together.” Wanda’s hands roughly tore at your blouse, splitting your bra from the middle as your breasts fell to gravity. 

Her palms rubbed and tugged at them too harsh, far crueler than a lover should. 

“You just need a little push, isn’t right right kitten?” Wanda’s words sunk into your mind like ambien being injected into your soft tissue. 

That’s when you smell Wanda Maximoff’s pheramones, as they washed over your body. 

Alpha.

She smelled like warm oats, vanilla, maple and dying fire embers. Charcoal from a burn, you inhaled harder - harder. Your hips jerked violently back. You resembled some kind of bucking horse.

“You just needed to smell Mama, is that it?” Wanda speaks to your reproductive organs, not you. 

Your mind unable to fight the sort of forced relaxation she was inducing. 

Fight of flight leaving even the tips of your fingers. 

Warm milk, oats soaked, vanilla, maple syrup, fire - fuck you smelled her again. The smells working like some kind of propaganda to your womb. 

Your cunt cleneched around nothig, only the rough 50’s trouser cloth that was pushed against your slick. The promise of Wanda’s long shaft, without the skin contact. 

Your slick was rolling down your legs, not in a cute way, in the same sensation of a crazed animal in heat. 

“Your body knows kitten, you just need to relax and let Mama do it, right?” Wanda’s practically hypnotizing you, but as Wanda’s thumbs pinch at your nipple. Your body bends, hips thrusting back to get friction for the wetness. Your chin lifts to see Gertrude and Agnes, they seem to be unhinged. 

The same rabid look that happens when you walk by a dof fighting ring. 

Wanda’s crazed hands scrape down your ribs, your hips your back, she pushes your hair over your shoulder. Not like some scrambling virgin making lvoe, but like a repeat offender who only enjoys the pain. 

“Wanda, let them go-they don’t need to be here for this-” You say, your training attempting to bubble up. Save them, save the innocent. 

Though the shaft popping out of Agnes slacks told you that these smells, this view - had it’s own sort of entertainment. 

You inhale again, like hitting cocaine, then rubbing it in your gums. 

Your body is already folding, your reason to fight Wanda leaving - it wasn’t just a normal breeding desire. It was all consuming kinda akin to a dehydrated heat stroke, here you were unsure as to what you were ever fighting.

The smell of Wanda’s pheramones, that milky oat taste flooding your tongue you think of being swollen, you imagine being….pregnant. 

A thing you had never wanted, never, not once, but now as the image is planted in your mind. 

It’s all you can think of, like a sickness flowing into your veins, into ever corner of your conciouusness. 

You huff and pushed your ass higher, just a little higher, proving you were ready. 

A dog with it’s nose low and body up in the air - ready, you were ready. 

Wanda’s hair is curled so perfectly, not a wrinkle or blemish, she’s television perfect. But as her hands round to your cunt you see a hungry vilianois smile.

Your tongue feels fat in your mouth, sweat trickling down your neck, you open your mouth and pant. 

The part of you that would be humiliated, was long dead. 

You let the spit fall out of your open mouth, hoping Wanda will let you lick her sex once she’s finished ejaculating inside of you to the point of bursting pain. 

Wanda can’t take it anymore, she drops her pants and kicks the soiled fabric from your slick across the cement. 

Gertrude and Agnes’s bodies both flinch forward, as though they were hungry for Maximoff’s leftovers. Would lick the arousal off, the lubrication your body made tasting so sweet to any alpha - a contact high was impossible not to succumb to. 

Now as Wanda pressed into you, there were no barriers. You practically howl like something feral left out in the sun too long. 

Wanda’s shaft is hard as stone, but as the long meaty stick presses flat against your sensitive, smoldering labia you as sure you have lost yourself. 

You’re panting with your tongue out, whatever Maximoff had done to your limbs, your mind, you aren’t an agent anymore, aren’t in the 50’s, you belong to Wanda. Your womb is empty, and she’s the only one who can ever comfort the sickness inside of you. 

“You wanna be a Mama, huh? You want your fat tits to leak, you need me. Say it, SAY IT.” Wanda’s voice is murderous, you can’t fathom how she was ever one of the good guys. 

She reeks of crazy, and you resemble that of some sort of hybristophilia. A word you’d learned in the agency. The fangirls of serial killers, the ones who loved conjugal visit. The phenomoinon of Bonnie licking Clydes balls, that addictive sensation where a psychopath asks you to sit in their lap. An illness that infects these empathetic people, that turns them into monsters too. 

Wanda’s hand slapped down across your left ass cheek harder than you’d ever been spanked. Your body responds like a rubber band being snapped. 

If Wanda was Manson, then you’d happily crawl. 

You were no longer sane, you were cracking under the promise of Maximoff’s seed.

“MAMA PLEASE!” You gasp patheticly, but Wanda doesn’t like it - she reaches to your brasta again and slaps them both hard and you cry out in pain. 

“They’re such pretty things now, but when I’m done you’ll be bursting in pain - milk squirting out everytime I’m inside of you. You need that don’t you? You need me.” Wanda wasn’t putting on a show for the people watching. 

Wanda was feeling free for the first time in her whole life - the villain finally adorning her crown. 

“Mommy please, please please - I need it.” You vibrate even against Wanda’s magical lock on your form. Your eyes roll back as your cunt slides, your hips dropping and humping back up. 

Your wetness soacking her thick cock, as though you were spreading your icing all over her shaft. 

You’d soiled it, so it was yours now. 

Your nails bite into the plastic, an uncomfortable squeaking noise, Wanda’s unblinking, but she’s no longer perfect. As the bottom of her pressed clean linen shirt is now soaked with your wetness. 

You’re creating too much, too quickly, your needy cunt creating suction noises. 

“Vision is going to be so happy.” Wanda tells you as her dominant hand moves between your kissing genitals to fist her cock. “We’re gonna be such a good family.”

Your nodding just a bit, eyes rolling back, as you see something purple, you don’t understand it - too far feral. You don’t notice Agnes losing her composure, or the blue in Gertrude’s eyes breaking through the hex haze. Their magic, the alpha’s desire too painful - a horrible mix. 

Wanda’s other hand slams down hard on your spine, your face colluding hard with the plastic table, other glasses falling off and shattering around your feet. 

You are going to hyperventalate, your too hyped up, too extitced, to care about your cheek bleeding from the rough edge of the plastic. 

The witch pushed her tip in just an inch and you were jumping against your magic bindings to sink onto the thick meaty rod. 

“Stay, stay whore.” Wanda spanked your right cheek so hard your tongue flattened and extended, drool falling from your lips.

Gertrude’s dress had a stain from precum, while Agnes was seconds away from ejaculating fully, her knot swelling with no release - having to be cuckholded - was making her itch with rage. 

Wanda’s head fell back as she sighed in delight, her tip engulfed in pure wet omega heat. The alpha was in heaven, her toes curling in her heels. This was the life, her red magic was like lightning through your calves keeping you on the edge of pain - on the edge of complete madness. 

Wanda Maximoff didn’t know how to love, that was clear. 

But you were being mated- branted with her cock And you’d submitted like a good omega. You’d you’d lick her fingers clean, be her little house gimp. Her breeding cow, whatever she wanted. Your training was leaking out of your mind faster than Wanda was getting soaked with your slick. 

“Vision will want to try, he’ll be unable to do what we can-but he’ll try.” Wanda was murmuring and you understood now as the hand not pinning your spine down to the glass, moved over your dark red ass cheeks.

Right to your asshole, her thumb pushing and then retreating to see your hole clench, then your cunt clench on her cock. 

“Thank you S.H.I.E.L.D I have the prefrect breeding girl, so pretty.” Wanda spoke and you were no longer sure what shield was? Nor were you sure when you couldn’t smell Wanda’s yummy scent. 

Your cheek had a puddle of blood pressing between your skin and the plastic, your jaw creaking from the weight of Wanda’s left arm you down into a good animal breeding position. 

Making you submit, like a pet who soils the floor get’s their snout pressed into it. You were being taught how you should submit for your owner. 

Wanda let out a breath through her nose and then she sunk her cock further into your womb. 

You screamed as though she was ripping your hair out by the scalp. 

But in reality, Wanda’s cock was splitting your walls, tearing them open, you’d never felt something so big, and her knot worked like a cork at your opening. 

Wanda didn’t pull out, she wanted you crazed, wanted you to forget your own name.

“MOMMY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! I NEED YOUR SEMEN GOD DAMN IT PLESE!” You cried out in misery, using words that no 50’s sitcom would ever approve of. 

Wanda was now clawing at your hips with too much force, making you bleed, as she attempted to force her knot inside. 

But alas, not this episode. 

Wanda was thrown off her game - her nosey neighbor Agnes purple magic finally broke as she stood up, her magic spiralling out of her to hit Wanda square in the chest. The alpha no longer able to stand back and watch - just as you were about to get the knot the size of a softball into you. 

You fall flat onto the broken glass and cement, unaware of who you are or where you are, your slick pooling underneath you, mixed with gobs of Wanda’s precum. 

Magic blasting all around you - a fight of alphas gone heat crazed at your scent. 

But you were not here, you were at a commercial break. 

The TV static was all you could hear. 

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When you’d made it into newspaper headlines as Spider-Girl, it wasn’t long before you’d begun to miss normal life. What it was like to be on the sidelines of danger. A mere spectator again. 

It felt like a long-ago memory to not be in every physical altercation of this city now. 

But as all these action shots landed in the newspaper, all those pictures taken of you mid-swing. 

Well, most didn’t ever get the chance to feel the adrenaline or smell the blood.

Yeah, what a strange thought. But it was one you had. Your spidey senses never giving you the option for any sort of peace. 

Much less the crippling overload of sensory.  

So others would just have to take your word for it.

They would never be with you in this moment. 

As the smell of blood mixed with sawdust invaded your senses. 

Surprising, but true - it is a smell that won’t be forgotten soon.

As the front door to the late May Parker’s home was smashed, the hinges were breaking like they hadn’t provided decades of safety for this family. 

You realized you should have left your evil villain girlfriend a note. 

What do they say about hindsight?

Liv’s curls are a blur as she gets the first jab. 

Her fist lands square on Peter’s jaw. The sound of it was revolting if you weren’t used to this type of violence. But you still you hate that your spider senses ears could hear the cartilage in his jaw bending to the physics of Liv’s blow. 

Spiderman allows it, if only to give his wife a second to move their sweet daughter. Who should never have had to witness this mess. 

But seeing MJ clutching her sweet little girl to her chest filled you with anger. 

MJ and Peter had planned for this, though, a day when little May would see something horrific. So as she made her way out of the back of the house to their safe location, you felt guilt washing over you. 

They didn’t know Liv. 

Your Liv. 

You reached out to grab your girlfriend's shoulder, mind catching up, she was just scared. That’s all this was. 

The older scientist midst the fight still not willing, for a single scratch fell on you.

instead, a long mechanical tubbing of an arm wrapped around your shoulders and squeezed uncomfortably. Your feet lifting off the ground: as though you were dating Ursula the sea witch with her long tentacles instead of esteemed Doctor Olivia Octavias. 

How you’d found the suspension and tentacle idea so hot before….but not now. 

But she was airlifting you out of the fight, away from harm.

You gasped as she squeezed, and Peter’s eyes darted to you as Liv gave another blow to his stomach. He doubled over and then was lifted in a similar manor as you. Only not so kindly out of the violence.  

You open your mouth but are being squeezed too tight to speak. 

Your girlfriend wasn’t looking at you, her glare squared for Peter. 

“Liv, what a pleasant -su-suprise welcome to my home.” He wheezed out as Doc Ock broke two of his ribs with the power of her tendrils. 

“Only my friends call me Liv, Spiderman.” She gritted out as a stray curl fell down her forehead. Peter coughed up a bubble of blood. 

“Liv,” you squeaked out, but only Peter could heard you. 

His face morphed in confusion. 

Doc Ock reared her fist back once more to collide with Spider-Man's nose. 

The bridge bursting as blood ran down his lips. 

You couldn’t budge from your your bonds, but you kicked at the air. 

Liv reared her fist back again as you struggled in her grip. Her bruised knuckles ready for the next punch, just as Spiderman’s eyes widened in realization.  

“Oh, my god. You love her.” Peter said, his teeth all bloody. 

Doc Ock froze mid-fight. 

She didn’t move, didn’t breathe, not sure what to do with a bloody Spiderman not hitting her back for once. 

“Liv!” You squeak out louder this time and she twists to see you. Like a rabid animal caught in a trap. Horrified at what she’d done. Unable to pick the right thing now that she was this far gone. 

But you see her fear, her hurt, her terror that you’ve left her for good. 

That’s what she’d lashed out, and now couldn’t take it back. 

“You thought she came her to turn you in…” Peter says out loud as you and your girlfriends eyes meet. 

You’re pleading with her. 

Desperate for her to stop this, to give you a chance to explain. 

But her face clouds with all her ugly doubts. 

“You never wanted me, you-you just didn’t want me to be the villain.” She stutters, the highest IQ in the room. But it also seemed she had the most to lose in this misunderstanding. How could she be so wrong? How could you fix this?

You shake your head as tears fall. 

“You’re wrong, but you know that- don’t you, Doctor Octavius?” Peter says from behind and you want him to shut up, but the words also seem to hit Liv square in her chest. 

No one was fighting her, two super heroes in one room with a villain. 

“No,” she says and drops you to the ground, you fall to your knees your scientist slowly makes the decision to release Peter. 

Her fight or flight must be coming in, because all that rage leaves her body. 

Now she feels the cold, crippling understanding of all she’d done. For once in Doctor Olivia Octavius's life, she feels regret. For having so misunderstood the calculations. 

But worse, she’d hurt you, and now she had to leave.

Her super suit arms folding in on her body, like a bug left out under the sun too long. 

She moves to the door. 

“Please!” You cry out, but Liv is sure that this is the best thing for you. 

You stumble onto your feet and grab at her shoulder, mere inches away from the scars you know are tender; even now, you are careful not to hurt her. 

The truth churns in the evil doctor's gut. Chin cast down, she looks over at your hand like she needs to remember this moment. 

“Spider-girl doesn’t fall for the villain, everyone knows that.” She says, and you let out a sob, further breaking her heart. 

“Liv don’t do this, you said we could leave this life, you said we were worth it.” Your words are piling on top of each other, panic and sadness choking you. “Let’s go, you and me let’s go!”

Liv’s smile is sick, like she’s going to lose her mind now. 

“The world needs Spider-girl.” She reasons out, ashamed of the side she chose in the name of science. Wanting to take it all back, to fix it all. 

“I need you.” You say, and like a bullet hitting her chest, she closes her eyes. 

Unable to handle such a request now. 

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore,” Liv whispers, it’s so soft that your spider senses pick it up, you falter on your feet. Not able to believe this was ending like this. 

“Please don’t go. We can go back to my apartment, we can make breakfast. There’s still some eggs left. I can show you what I made for your experiment- we can -we can-we can..” You stutter, Peter steps forward, unable to take you like this. 

You twist to see him and yell. 

“GET AWAY FROM US!” You say to him, his face bloody, in Aunt May’s home. You shout at the only person you called family. 

“Don’t you see,” Liv says, and you can’t see through your tears you wipe at them. Then Liv gives you the answer, just like she’d taught you at the lab so long ago. She’d teach you now. “With great power comes great responsibility.” 

“Spidergirl has not been sighted in a month. New Yorkers are beginning to ask - does this have anything to do with her last fight, or is she simply quitting?” A man with a mustache spoke into the microphone. 

You inhaled deeply through your nose, your pinky hitting the space bar of the computer to make go to the next phase of testing. 

Your coffee sat untouched on the side of your mess of a table. 

The news played on as you sit in your apartment. In your underwear and sweater, a long table in your living room turned office/lab. Your bathroom also got a revamp as a darkroom where you developed film. 

But currently, you were breaking about twenty codes from your landlord and using your mad science in this studio apartment.

Your eyes hyper-focused as you held a red wire and sautefed underneath. The motherboard is sizzling and smoking. You don’t move an inch, but your spidey senses make the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand. Still, you know what’s happening is not a real threat.  

Using tweezers, you lift a blue wire, your mind finding the task calming, melodious even.

As the news plays footage for the fourth week in a row. A stupid tally of Spider-Girl’s disappearance. On the screen the photo is shown for the millionth time. Doc Ock kissing spider girl, spider girl falling injured, police giving a statement about where they think Spider-girls gone. 

A cut to queer activist groups with Spider-Girl and Doc Ock rainbow flags. The news coverage of a split city. 

Some cops say they missed seeing you swing through the city, others saying it’s good you were off the streets - to let the real police do their jobs.

The door opens with a creak, your shoulders huddle you closer to your project, as the tv sound travels. 

“Dave, we cannot ignore the ongoing speculation. Is it possible that Spidegirl was somehow turned by the villian known as simply Doc Ock. Twitter polls indicate the people of 30% of  New York believe Spider-Girl had been held prisoner, ten percent think killed after a poisonous kiss-” You shoot your web across at the corner of the kitchen counter to the remote, muting it with your tiny blast. 

But it’s too late, your girlfriend heard the silly news, you were caught. 

“Does that make your kisses venomous?” Liv joked as she sets her keys down on the counter. Using her foot to close the door, she drops two bags of groceries down.

You don’t respond, but your eyes flicker up to see the muted TV, a young girl dressed in a Spider-Girl costume with a sign saying ‘come back.’

Your eyes drop down to the smoke coming from the soldering, the computer hooked to your little experiment. As a loading screen beeps along. 

Liv walks behind you, opening the old window to let the February cool wind inside.

“You know better than to do this in a non-ventilated area,” Liv says, placing a hand on her hip. Always your mentor, telling you how to be a crazy scientist the right way. But never following her own words. 

You don’t respond, not until she finds the remote and turns off the TV. Her thumb scraped at the web fluid stuck on the mute button. 

In the middle of your apartment with a large blanket over it was her lifes work. 

“Babygirl, talk to me.” Liv's curls bounce as she rubs at her chin nervously. 

The image of Kingpin, the horrible nightmare you had, the one you have everynight. It makes you set down your tools. 

“Your arcane reactor it was fueled with matter -but you couldn’t contain it.” You speak without looking at her, the scientist stalks forward just as you take the glass vile and twist it with the lid with the small motherboard unclipping into it easily. You reach across the table to find a screwdriver, but Liv grabs it first. 

Holding it out of reach. Shifting it up in between her fingers like she was holding you hostage now. 

“Kingpin never found out about that project; he was too focused on the collider and getting his family back,” Liv stated, as she hadn’t even explained the arcane reactor to you. You’d simply seen bits of her lab projects under the blanket and figured it out. 

Your shoulders sag, and you point at the heap of tech blanket. 

“You can’t put that there and expect me to not-”

“Baby, the whole reason it’s sitting annoyingly in your living room is so that no one finds it. We’re in hiding, remember?” She sounds irritated that you two were having this fight again. 

“Liv-” You start, but it sounds whiny. When the older woman risks taking the screwdriver and walking into the kitchen angrily. Putting groceries into the fridge like it personally offended her, you stood up as she shook her head angrily. 

“I disappear under Kingpin’s nose, you stay away from web swinging, neither of us touches crime - two non- We promised remember, when I was mending your bones and we were running away from Kingpin? Remember we said -” Liv was animate,d talking with a carton of eggs in her hand like a conductor as she held them in the air and spoke “-Spain and Dutch- Live and Let Live! We are two sides of justice who won’t touch the stuff. We’re supposed to be figuring out our next steps you-”

You walk over to the kitchen and shut the fridge to kiss your girlfriend.

She drops the carton of eggs and grabs at your neck, she’s needy now - unsure of herself. Unsure if you regret picking her. So you kiss her hard, reminding you both how good it feels to hold one another. 

When you pull back, she’s licking her bottom lip like she can’t help but savor your taste. Hungry for more of you. 

Your barefeet get the goo from the egg yolk but you hold her crazy hair in your fingers as you speak. 

“You were talking in your sleep again about time relativity. We can’t run away from this…It’s not that simple. We’re not Dutch, and there’s a fight out there with our name on it-” Your super hero words don’t work on the villain. Stil you say it level as her eyebrows sharply furrow angrily. 

“So that I can peel you off the sidewalk with broken bones? No, if they want to fight, they can claw at each other to the death, I want to know you’re at the apartment with your computer parts everywhere, and a window cracked.” Liv finishes with an adoring look in her eyes. 

“What happens when Kingpin finds a scientist who figured out his collider? Or how to hold the energy of the arcane reactor? What then?” You push and now you’ve lost your girlfriend's attention. As she rolls her eyes, doc ocks major downfall was how smart she found herself. Not that Dr. Octavius was wrong, but it was annoying. 

She turned to get paper towels off the kitchen counter and then bent down to your knee level to start cleaning up the broken eggs. 

“Now you’re being paranoid.”

“Said the woman who booby trapped her apartment to explode and moved her belongings into my shitty one-bedroom.” You scoff, and Liv tilts her head up to give you a mischievous look.

“That didn’t have anything to do with a killer mobster, I just knew you were a commitment phobe who was afraid to ask me to stay.” She teases, which is hilarious, really, but you don’t let her flirt with you.

You reach down to pick up the soggy brown carton with leaking egg goo, then toss it in the trash. 

You walk to the sink, turn on the water, and get some soap. 

“It’s not so ridiculous to think another scientist could figure your equations out.” You say stubbornly, and Liv laughs and then snorts from laughing, before standing up to throw the paper towels out, then grab some cleaner to disinfect. She points the paper towels at you. 

“Yeah, it is, that’s not exactly the numbers for pie. I’m the leading scientist in the world, the world, for this type of experiment. He’s not going to just put an add in Indeed. He’ll never figure it out.” Liv said sternly, wiping the floor and then tossing the mess in the trash again. Then she joins you at the sink to wash her hands as you dry your own. 

“Baby, I figured it out.” You push, but it takes Liv no time to counter that argument. The reason she had already loaded up faster than you’d liked her to.   

“You’re far beyond scientist twice your age, you're my prodigy you would have done all the rest of my research if-”

“-if it wasn’t run by a mobster and I hadn’t quit because I was spidergirl you mean?”Not letting this reality of it all go so easily. 

You narrow your expression at her but as you hand the paper towel to Liv, she nods once like, yes, that. 

 “I wasn’t that special, I think you’re thinking with the a different body party.” You squit at her but she scoffs at your joke. Leaning her butt easily on the counter and looking at you carefully now. 

“My IQ is above Einstein, I don’t think with any other body part. My naturally bodily reaction to your pheramones causes my heart to physically change pace just as me being near causes your breathing to change - that’s animal science.” Liv continues but you roll your eyes and go to the brown bags of groceries. 

“Wow, Doctor Romance, I didn’t realize you had it so bad. Tell me more about how in love you are with me? Or how biology works and your dick only gets hard because of your genetic need to reproduce or your narcissistic need to fuck someone as smart at you.” You say it to be mean, but as you pull out the oat meal, the scientist wraps her arms around your middle and her semi-hard shaft presses against your asscheeks. 

Causing you to put the oatmeal down, as Liv puts her nose into your neck, inhaling long and deep the smell of you. 

“I love you. Please… I didn’t mean- don’t let me science-splain it to you. I-I’ve never felt this way and I’m…” She gets lost and you feel her long curls brush against your shoulders. You’d bought the right type of products to help her curls be healthy, since she’d moved in - or gone into hiding I guess. She looks damn good. 

You go to twist in her arms but she doesn’t let you and you let out a laugh. 

“Doctor Octavius?” You laugh a bit at her hold tightening. Your were in your underwear - but part of you knew that since your girlfriend moved it that you didn’t get to wear bottoms for long. 

“She’s not in.” She grumlbes and you feel Liv shift her hips harder to grind her cock against your butt. 

“Oh?” You say, your mouth hanging in the O’ for a moment too long. 

Liv’s body turns more rigid as you feel her body catching up to her brilliant mind, or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, your hands push down onto the counter top.

“Liv?” You say but it comes out far closer to a moan, something honry and desperate for more. 

Doc Ock’s hands move up to grab at your breasts through your top, the material almost becoming scratchy now - and you arch your back into her touch. 

“Your nipples are so hard, they must hurt -” Liv doesn’t so much as ask as her fingers tug at you. 

You hiss in agreement as she lifts the sweater off your body and gets to touch you, to really feel you without a barrier. You knew that the Doctor had lost feeling in part of her arm and left hand from the surgeries and tentacle machine. But in these moments you wonder how much Liv was aware of those things.

“Doctor-” You hiss as her thumbs rub just under your hard redening nippls. 

“You see before you - I’d have just said this was muscular reaction. I rub, I tug here-” 

You gasp as Liv is particularly rough and your breasts ache so good. 

“-Then you have no ability to not react. A simple releasing of healthy ocytocin on a young body likes yours. A physical response to something so yummy.” Liv continues to teach in that way you get so turned on to hear. Fuck her, she knows what she’s doing. 

And the older doctor isn’t some saint, as her hips grind rhythmically against your plump ass, her shaft enjoying the warm cushion to rub into. Her own nipples piercing through her shirt to rub into your bareback now. 

Livs hands aren’t gentle now, and you don’t want her to be, she moves your hair over your shoulder and kisses your bare one as her greedy hands cup your tits like she’s got gold. 

“Liv-” you gasp as her teeth scrape against your shoulder, it’s a warning now - for her to make good on it. 

“Some thing that a compatibility like ours - that your body knows me. Via smell or visual aid, that your nipples will harden just from being around me. That you might have gotten aroused the moment we met - because you knew I could be your perfect mate.” Liv tells you and you’re sure as shit breathing heavy now but you smirk. 

“Perfect mate? What are we street cats?” You try to joke but your head is falling back for her to kiss along your throat and she ignores your joke. 

“Your body knew before your mind could catch up. They did a study with apes-” 

You laugh and try to shift away now that she’s gone too nerdy, but Liv grabs you harder and you moan at her. Loving that she isn’t letting you leave. 

“Bad prodigy.” She tells you and spanks your underwear covered ass making you moan again. 

“Liv-” You go again but now Liv’s cock is fully hard and leaking precum. So she’s losing her self restraint, her ambitextiurous hand going down the front of your underwear shuts you up real nicely. 

“Maybe that’s why you get so wet? Spidergirl tell me, did you get wet when you first saw me? Not in the lab, not then - when I was all scary with my suit. When I held you upside down, forced you to stop, held you too tight. Constricting your movements, binding you?” Liv explains by using her other arm like a bear hold and something in your brain releases - a new chemical. 

“You’re so strong, it’s okay that you want to submit for me. It’s chemical baby girl.” Liv whispers and your shoulders sag, it’s so opposite of what a superhero should do. 

Especially with the memory of her confdining your movement while trying to blow up a building. 

But you remember her scary goggles and robotic tentacle arms and you gush against her fingers. 

“There it is. Your body knows,” Livs lips move to just under your ear. “You’re mine.”

You moan hard now- tired of the foreplay as your own hands move off the counter before Liv can complain. You yank your own panties down and try to twist your arm behind your body to drop her own. 

But Doc Ock’s already on it, shes losing her pants and lining her cock as you bend over the kitchen counter. 

She wraps one arm around your hair making herself a pulley system. Not letting you misbehave for your dominant girlfriend. Her ability to control the situation such a turn on. 

As the other hand fists her cock and guides it into your wet entrance. 

You both sigh at the first contact as though it’s a balm to your soul. 

“You feel that baby girl?” Liv asked and you did - the noise was enough to incriminate you. 

Your cunt was trying to get another inch, desperate for more than the tip. 

“She wants me too.” Doc Ock spoke of your pussy like she’d tamed a serpent. 

“Fuck Mommy go-go please please!” You yell no longer thinking of the people of New York who need you. No crime fighting required here, as your head was pulled back with Liv’s angry hold on your hair. 

“Sweet girl, you needed Mommy, you need only ask.” Liv tells you then sinks deeper into your wet pussy. 

“FUCKK!” You say as she pulses inside of you, you had never had such raw unprotected sex with another lover. Something about Liv inside of you drove you wild, she’d put your IUD in herself, though she kept telling you to stop birth control. Wanting to know what a mix of you and her would look like. That little slip where you were sure you were pregnant….

“That’s it baby girl,” Liv spanks your bare ass cheek now, the one that already has bruises and handprints from her grabby hands. Her desire to spank you even in passing was all consuming, you wore the bruises like a badge of honor from your older girlfriend. 

Her possessivness hard grab may have left bruises, but to you they were kisses that took longer to dissolve into your skin. 

You shapely inhale as Liv bottoms out inside of you, her balls colliding as a stopper to all the cum that was already dripping down the good doctors shaft from you. 

“The arogonous zones, oxytocin, ” Liv puffed out as her free hand bent under your body to brush down your ribs - completely healed from the fight a month ago. Down your hips bones like she was paying respect to every inch of you, then back to your wet cunt, where she whipsered; “plasma transudate.”

Then pinched your clit between her fingers. 

Causing you to buck like a bronco, you back yourself onto her cock and then hump dirty and iraddic movements as Liv’s tip brushed against your cervic. 

You hear her slurping on your juices behind your back as she holds your hair and you ride her like your orgasms could stop crime in it’s tracks. 

Liv’s voice is trained as her balls are full and she’s going to bust any second. Still she whispers science to you like it’s your shared love language, because maybe it is. 

“Na, K+, C1 -Ion, proteins, amino acids -” Liv is practicaly moaning as she licks her wet fingers and tells you what makes up your arousal. The ingredients that cause her cock to slide inside of you, the lubrication that she licks from your labia like it’s the only sustinence the doctor needed. Fuck does the older woman love to eat you out for hours. 

“Liv I’m gonna-” You gasp as her cock rubs against your g-spot. 

“Mommy, call me Mommy, fuck I’m going to cum inside.” Liv tell you, doesn’t ask - this wasn’t some new romance. You’d called her the name that made you squirt, the one that made her cum in public in her pants when you sat in her lap and whispered it in her ear.

And she’d cum inside of you, not wasting a drop on your stomach or back, no - you’d get your creamy load delivered deep and loving. 

“Mommy fuck me-” You closed your eyes as Liv tugs your hair hard and all the veins pop  as her toes spread and she’s ejaculating inside of you with the force of a frat boy - not a 50 year old woman. 

You both shout out and cry in release, as the force of you squeezing her dick almost make it hard for her to push inside of you - thus making you squirt in onto her and the kitchen floor. 

You let out a pathetic noise at the loss of control - the one you still got embarrassed about - but Liv would lick up.

Would beg you to do again - to ruin the sheets - to lose yourself on her. 

You think Liv might be mumbling something about hormonal response or tissue characteristics that make a g-spot. 

But you’re screaming as your hand slaps down hard on the granite countertop - crushing the strong stone in your hand. 

Liv notices but she can’t stop, this invisible string from your orgasm to her need to keep you in that space. For as long as humanly possible she wanted you to cum. 

It wasn’t until you tapped her three times hard that she stoped forcing her meaty dick inside of you. You yelped when she pulled out, your knees buckling but Liv lifted you easily. Then waked the six steps from the kitchen to your bed and dropped you both ontop of the comforter. 

You were shaking, body conculcing from the aftershocks of squirting that hard. 

You felt a tear fall and Liv squeezed you harder, her body wrapping around you like your life could be saved by her squeeze. The intensity of her body ontop of your own. Doc Ock knew that it helped you. The young girl who didn’t get the hug. She squeezed having read into autism, social behaviors, the science of the hold. 

“Shhh little spider, you’re safe.” The scientist told you and rocked you small but held on in a vice grip as you cried. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I-ah.” You hiccup, but Liv only see’s the tears as a compliment. As she holds you and you are overcome with it all. It’s so beautiful. 

“I can explain the chemical reaction of love. But I could never begin to explain the vastness of the love I feel for you. It’s not a simple chemical release, it’s not scientific..”

“I thought everything was science with you?” You whisper like a little girl in love, a hint of fear in your question. That maybe the person you loved didn’t love you the way you did them… 

Liv kisses your temple tenderly. 

“Not you.”

You hiccup from crying and roll your face into the sheets as tears continue to fall, Liv kissing your sweaty shoulders and neck as though she’s healing every hurt. 

It takes forty-five minutes for you to completely come back, your heavy girlfriend ontop of you, she’s half clothed and completely spent. The poor fifty year old luckily had a high libido, but it still took a lot out of her. You tried to be stealthy as you move out from under her hold, her hair a mess in front of her face, curls everywhere. 

Her left hand, the one you kissed, where you know she can’t feel it - from the nerve damage. 

That hand is the one that senses you leaving, grabbing your forearm just like she had in the lab a month ago, just a bit harder then necessary. 

Even in sleep the fear of you slipping just out of her reach is here. 

You kiss the top of her head, smelling the product you bought in those crazy curls, causing Liv to release her hold. You had paid the toll it seemed.  

You dress and can’t bring yourself to wipe away the semen, choosing instead to wear a pair of her boxers. 

You check once coming out of the bathroom/dark room that Liv’s still sleeping. Poor scientists is all tuckered out, tiny snores pulling her so hard you feel like it’ll be one of those five hour naps. Like when you first met her and Liv had been trying to shave off sleep hours for work. To prove that she didn’t need the normal, human eight hours. 

You kiss her cheek once more hading out of the apartment you make sure to arm it. Booby traps you both had spent time building. You hesitate to see the batter container you’d built for Liv’s work, the forgotten screw driver on the countertop. 

You look back to the sleepy form on your bed and decide her lifes work could wait. 

Locking up you head for the subway, content to head downtown to go see a buddy of yours. 

When you get off in Queens taking the path you knew too well, you knock on a door that flies open before your second knock. 

That tingle came in handy. 

 The big dumb lug almost bursting to tears at seeing you, he threw his arms around you and lifted you with his super human strength. 

“PETER OW!” You shout as you shakes your body and shuts the door behind him not letting you go. 

“MARY JANE! MARY JANE COME OUT HERE! SHE’S ALIVE! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!” He drops you with a huff, his big face contorting with emotions, a tear escaping. You turn to see little May crawling towards you. You get onto the babies pad as she squeaks with excitement and kiss her cheek. 

Mary Jane busts into the room as her face turns the color of her hair. You stand and even the baby seems concerned for your safety now. 

“NO CALL? NO NOTE!” She begins to yell like a good mom. Even though biologically she’s not your mom, you find the two of them harping down on you comforting more than anything else. 

You smile a little scared. 

“Sorry,” you say through clenched teeth, but Mary Jane is taking two steps across Aunt’ May’s old home to collide into your body. 

“I’m so glad you’re alive,” she hisses as tears fall. 

“You were gone, and those photos! Are we gonna talk about that kiss? You know I’ve been looking all around the city for you? Kingpin is sending out contract kills for you!” Peter speaks ontop of Mary Jane murmuring how stupid that was - as she pets your hair and keeps you in the bear hug. 

“I was calling and calling and you weren’t there! I went by the lab the whole things shut down!” He adds and you keep getting your bones squeezed to death by Mary J. 

“Ow, I ca’n’t breathe!” You squish out and when Mary releases you only for Peter to pick you up in a hug again. 

“You know I’ve not slept a wink since you went missing! I need my beauty sleep! Where have you been? I sent so many messages!” He hugs you harder now and your sure your ribs will collapse again. 

“I’m sorry,” you say finally and he release you from the hug again, both of them have their hands on their hips, angry as all hell. Peter’s in his old MIT shirt, Jary Jane’s got baby food on her cheek and they aren’t that much older than you. But they’re so domestic and adorable with little May on the floor. You do feel guilty for not reaching out first. 

“Explain, explain and we might forgive you.” Peter crosses his arms over his chest and you sigh in defeat. 

It takes you eating almost three slices of lasagna, May being fed and burped three times, and the sun going down completely before you can sorta explain.

“I still don’t see hot this all goes with the photos of you on the news, or you not talking to your family for a month.” Peter said scratching his chin. He was so adorable in his need to protect you. The big brother you never had. 

The two of you are interrupted adoringly by the only other soul out there who knew about your identity. 

“I don’t even have the tingle and I’m having a hard time with all these half truths.” Mary Jane whispers to you once she sits down from putting little May to bed for the second time.

 Pulling her long red hair into a bun as Peter puts out his hand to rub the back of her shoulders. 

Not even consciously, just as you do when you love someone so long your bodies like magnets. 

You never understood before, but as you sat there your leg bouncing, you missed Liv’s hand moving under the table and massaging your thigh, stopping your anxiety in it’s tracks. 

You wondered now how many times she did it consciously, or if that was just love. Not chemicals, proteins and physical responses like mammals, two souls like magnets. 

You wished you had your camera now. 

Peter rubbed at his wifes tired shoulders and broke you of your thoughts. 

“You’re leaving stuff out.” He huffed and you didn’t want to lie, but you couldn’t tell the truth. 

“You are going to have to let me lie about some stuff, please?” You say and the two of them study you like interrogating parents do. This broken family you had gained. 

“Aunt May once told me….’Secrets have a cost. They’re not free. Not now, not ever.” Peter said grimley, and you could almost hear Aunt May saying it here now. How you missed her. 

You swallow dryly and wait as you try to ignore the wisdom sinking into your bones, the weight of it. 

Mary Jane looks at Peter now, making sure he’s okay. He’s grim, but careful as he lays another lesson at your feet. 

“Whatever this is, this lie you’re sitting on. You need to really consider this.”

“It’s important Peter.” You say back strongly, before he can say anything else. 

He sigh in that old Dad sorta way, then stands up and you and Mary J both grow more concerned but he goes over to the cabinet in the corner taking out a pink and white suit for you. 

“Okay, well - I have a backup suit I made for you. Since you were gone so long.” 

“Pink?” You almost squeak at it and his shoulder drop, making his wife giggle. 

“It was all I could do I was out of red dye- hey do you want it or not?” He argues and you smile at him. 

But just as he’s smiling back at you. 

Your spidey tingle goes off, causing both ofyou to look at the corner just as Doc Ock’s tentacles blast the door off it’s hinges. 

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“Liv?” You whimper as she takes off your webbed mask. 

“No, no, no, no.” Liv panics, her gloved hand grabs at your face. Blood seeping down the big cut above your eye. You can’t breathe, you wheeze out as you can’t keep your eyes open. 

“My love, no - stay awake! You said you were at work! You forgot to tell me you were a superhero.” Liv cried out as she cradled your body against hers. 

“S’okay Liv, I love you.” You manage to croak out, but her mechanical robotic arms move her. She clings to your body, moving as fast as she can through the city. Not caring one bit about the fight, Kingpin be damned. Liv was about to lose the only reason she got up in the morning.  

“No, no, stay with me. Don’t go.” She begs as blood drips from your lips. 

You lose the ability to stay awake, somewhere between the wheezing and inhaling of blood. 

You woke on a medical table with an IV and sensors to beeping machines. What was left of your suit was torn off you. Lifting a wool blanket, you see you’re in a pair of Liv's sweatpants and her oversized maroon MIT sweatshirt. 

You grab at the needle in your arm and yank it out, swinging your legs over the medical table you fall forward, grabbing onto one of her desks. 

Papers fell as you tried to catch yourself, your knees not supporting you.

A newspaper flipped over, showing pictures of Doc Ock and Spider-Girl falling from a skyscraper sixty-two stories up.

Another photo taken of Dock Ock kissing a masked spidergirl creating breaking news. 

You tried to breathe but wheezed again, grabbing the desk, The Daily Bugle falling to your feet. You can’t believe it. 

“No,no no.” You whisper, spinning on your heel to see if there’s an exit, a vent, anything you can crawl in and get out with. 

Only the sliding security doors to the office open with a beep and a green light, her handprint scanned. You hold your breath, wishing you could turn invisible. 

Your so-called girlfriend steps in, this time not rocking the tenticles' arms. 

The scars on her back from a ‘procedure’ on her spine really were an understatement for what the scientist had done. 

Her expression is exhausted until she sees your figure standing, then her eyes widen just a bit, her mouth opening. Dark hair falling, tangled and gorgeous just how you loved to see it. Your scarf and headband you’d given Liv, she’d adorned with a lab coat. 

The villain seemed so delighted at seeing your tattered body upright and awake. 

“You’re okay.” Liv says like she really wasn’t sure if you’d heal. But you’re sure none of her normal ex’s would have survived such bodily harm. 

“You’re- you took me to your lab?” You question, trying not to make it obvious that your focus is on your suit in the corner. 

“You-you.” Liv walked over to see you’d pulled out the monitors and IV, frustration thudding through her. “You in a hurry Spidergirl?” 

“That’s not funny.” You bristled, and Liv reached out to grab your arm and you flinched. Making her scowl harder. 

“No, what’s not funny is finding out you’re fighting your girlfriend and your boss throws her off a bridge. That’s not funny, you didn’t think to mention this while you were sleeping over last night, huh? Or Jesus, at any point? How far along in the relationship were you going to wait to tell me about your web shooting abilities?” Liv grabs your arm harder than necessary and pushes you back onto the bed. You allow her to, sitting as you try to figure out where the lie had started. 

She lets out frustrated noises as she opens a drawer next to the bedside for a new IV. 

“I don’t need your help-I-”

“No, no, you don’t, right - because you have crazy super powers you didn’t mention. Fuck you asked me to open a jar the other day, what you just think  that’s funny? Spidergirl eggs on villain with breakfast in bed and cuddling? Huh, you- stop moving.” Liv huffed as she pushed in another line so that you could get an IV once more.

 Bending across the blanket,s she finds where you’d thrown the monitors off your body. 

“I need to leave.” You look at the paper again. 

“No, you need to heal - which you do very quickly. But you still need liquids and rest. After that you can punch me or shoot webs over my office.”

“Liv, Kingpen-”

“Has no idea you’re here. Why do you think your super suit is in a corner? No one knows you’re here - I used a special entrance. Oh oops! Didn’t mean to tell you more secret information. Seeing as you are so good at lying, do me a favor and don’t use that as an in the next time you want to stab me in the back!” Liv says sticking the sensor on your body, moving fabric to the side. Used to seeing you naked, her hands don’t shake; she’s sure of every action. 

“The papers-”

“Kingpin will believe me, he has no reason not to.” Her glasses shine in the light and she appears like someone you don’t know now. 

You grab her wrist to stop her and her glare is so hard you think your temperature physically went up.

“I have to leave- that photo-”

“You have to be checked out by a doctor, good thing you’re fucking one. Now lay back down, no one knows you’re here. No one’s going to know you’re here. Just rest, as your super hero bones mend, you can think of how you want to explain to me why you’ve been lying.” Ock tells you angrily as she lifts your knees to make you swing back to a horizontal position on the bed. 

“You have a bed in your lab?” You question, not thinking clearly. Liv lifts an eyebrow, understanding your thought immediately. 

She’d fucked you against her desk on more than one occasion. Pushing her cum inside of you and making you cockwarm when she’d been late at the office. 

The snappy implication is that they could have been doing that the whole time on a more comfortable surface. 

You instantly turn bashful for the heavy memory, your ears turning red. 

“I borrowed it from a colleague; it’s not mine. Close your eyes.” Liv says, snapping her fingers as the lights shut off, only the underglow of emergency lights under her desk. The hum of her computer and the white noise that pumped through the office so that Liv didn’t have to listen to people walk by or be stupid. 

Your mind is foggy, your head is heavy, you hadn’t finished healing - your girlfriend was right. Just a minute more… 

But that didn’t mean you felt good about sleeping here; it was an office funded by Kingpin. Still, you yawned, as much as you didn’t trust the man - you knew Olivia Octavius. Knew that she’d watch you, guard you from the troubles from outside the lab. 

You blink sleepily, letting your head fall back, and you look over your shoulder to see Liv sitting on her exercise ball, rolling her ankles as she types on her computer. 

Her body tight, not simply from the fight - but from the fear of this new development. She had bandages and gauze, bruises forming on her neck, one on her right cheek from your foot colliding with her face. 

In the dim light, it was still impossible to ignore the facts, Olivia was gorgeous. 

You couldn’t make her feel better, even if you wanted to. You couldn’t lie and say this would all work out. So instead, you fell back asleep and tried to imagine a world where Liv was a scientist, and you were a regular twenty-something-year-old with a passion for cameras. No superpowers, no supervillains, no ulterior motives, just two people in love. So simple, so right. 

The idea of it is so beautiful that the dream keeps you company as Liv types on her computer. 

When you wake again, it’s to the image of Olivia falling from a great height, and Kingpin slitting your throat as you watch her neck snap. 

You jerk awake and Liv holds your bicep to keep you laying down. She’d been busy unbandaging your wrist now. Seeing the joint mend itself at a rapid rate. 

“Easy there, Spidergirl. You’re just having a rush of GABA, it’s nothing to worry about.” She tells you, her glasses perched on her nose. 

You close your eyes again and sag back onto the bed. 

“You know, normal people would just say to their girlfriend, ‘you're just having a bad dream.’” You point out, secretly so infatuated by how smart she is. How easily she understood your dreams of STEM. 

You rub at your face to try and get the sleep out of them; the scratches across your face now have bandages. 

You hear Liv snort at such an idea. 

“Normal people don’t understand the chemical releases of the brain. Well, most people are idiots.” She supplies and her skilled fingers touch your ribs, you wince a little but it’s not bad considering what you’d just gone through. 

Still, Liv’s unhappy with the discomfort you show. 

“Still painful?” She questions and you snort now. 

“I heal, it doesn’t make it not painful.” You supply and the doctor chews on the inside of her cheek. Hands going to push at the otherisde of your ribs. 

“Girlfriend.” She whispered and stepped back, taking her glasses off her face to rub at her eyes. 

“Yeah?” You question and then figure out quickly why that might be a loaded name. 

“I didn’t think you would still call me that after…” She slips her glasses back onto her nose and studies you. 

“Liv…”

“You could have told me at any point. You just let me act like an idiot.” Her harsh words aren’t raised, but strong and sharp. She clenches her fists, and you try to think of how to explain. But Liv hated the idea of being made a fool. So this wouldn’t be easy. 

“I suspected…But I wasn’t sure. I mean I didn’t want to believe it. I thought if, if I defeated Kingpin then….we’d never have to talk about it.” You supply, soundling like a child. Liv closes her eyes and tilts her head up to the ceiling at that stupid of explanation. 

“What if I’d gotten you pregnant?” She says her chin is coming down and her eyes are stabbing you harder than the pain in your ribs. 

“It was a scare….” You can’t rationalize this and she laughs with a level of cruelty you’d only ever seen Doc Ock give. 

“I could have killed the mother of my child and never known. I should have known. I should have figured it out, I mean, you can’t keep an appointment to save your life. You’re always leaving things, you were so secretive but - fuck I didn’t want to see it. I wanted you!” Liv throws her hands in your direction, and the veins in her forearm pop out, and your heart breaks. 

“Wanted.” You repeat, and Liv’s mouth opens, but you look down at your lap. 

“Wait a minute-” The brilliant scientist starts up but you’re already unraveling. 

“I understand, I mean I’m your arch enemy right? Why would you want to have a child who could be part of my DNA? Spidergirls a freak, right?” You go to rip the IV out again and Liv tries to stop you. 

“I never said that! Stop this, sit back down!” Her concern is coming out as anger when really the idea of you leaving her is terrifying the older woman. 

“Kingpin is a murderer, and you just-”

“Hey, we’ve talked about this! He funds my research! I don’t have to agree with him!”

“You’re associated with a killer!”

“So are you! Fuck, when did you get so high and mighty! You think I got this far as a woman in this field by keeping my hands clean! What a child you are! To think everything is so black and white. It must be nice to have such a strong sense of justice that you can look down your nose at me!”

“I’m leaving.” You say swinging your legs over the bed. 

“Like fuck you are!” Liv shouts too loudly, her bloody lip from the fight is now purple like bits of her hair. You won’t allow yourself the guilt. 

“Oh, why, am I waiting for Kingpin to get out of a meeting and come kill me?” You sneer and that pisses your girlfriend off to no end. The condescending idea that this was some kind of way to trap you. 

“Be quiet, the walls are thin! I hid you, why would I give you up to him? Why would you think that?” She whisper yells and it’s bullshit. 

“I mean we did almost fight to the death, it makes sense that you’d turn me in, right?” You say it with such venom, but you don’t believe it. You must be convincing enough though, because Liv actually stagger backwards. 

“Is that how you see me?”

“Does it matter how I see you? I’m just some young smart girl you had fun with. Now that I’m inconvenient, I no longer work for your lifestyle. You don’t like complicated, and this is complicated.” You wave in the air, your stomach flips, and you want to throw up. Never in your worst nightmares did you think you would break up. 

Liv’s eyes are darting around you, as though she’s studying you. Then she’s braver than you’d given a villain credit for. 

“Did you for a single second think that just maybe we were worth leaving all this behind, the city, the crime, the corruption? Just you and me somewhere far from all of it.” Liv asked and you stared blankly at her. You’d never thought the scientist would think of leaving her life's work. 

There’s an alarm that goes off, and you jump. 

Liv curses and goes to her computer to see the cameras. 

“You have to go.” She says now, and you hop off of the bed and stagger. She hears it and twists to look over her shoulder. “Can you walk?”

“Oh yeah,” you respond, more hopeful than truthful. You stagger over to your super suit. But it’s too torn apart, you can’t use it. 

“No time,” Liv says, and you can hear the thumping of the man's feet. You take the suit and shove it into one of her metal lockers and shut it. 

Then spin around feeling air coming out of one of the walls, your fingers follow it until you pull a tiny lever. “Good girl, go to my place.”

You are bout to argue with her when you hear Kingpin’s heavy breathing as he thuds down the hall. You slip behind the wall, but Liv grabs your hand. 

“Don’t be stupid, I love you. Don’t get caught.” Her eyes are wide and scared, you want to say it back - say anything. But she pushes your hand away and shuts the wall. 

You are running through some tunnels, your leg giving out every now and then. Your knee is killing you, but you press on - until you turn to a smaller pipe opening. You squeeze through it and wonder how Liv does this with her pipe tentacle machine thingy. 

Your face is quickly met with the cool air of January. 

It’s a forest, the glow of the light through the trees is a discomfort, you are far from the city. This was gonna suck. 

You hold out both wrists,( one so sore still, but whatever) pushing web out to the tallest three and slingshot yourself into the air. Trying to swing low, keep a smaller profile. 

It takes two hours until you get to a bus stop, out of breath and barefoot. 

You have no phone, no money, no ID. So you wait until the bus for the city leaves and you quietly land on top of it, lying flat, you use your web to secure your left foot and you take a long breath. 

“Take a nice nap.” You said to no one, as the wind whipped through you. You stretched your hips and got comfortable. 

You hear the brakes squeak as you cross the bridge, you stretch your shoulders and they pop. Then you stand on the bus seeing the sights of a cloudy, stormy Manhattan. 

You hear someone shout Spider-Girl, then you shoot your web and swing. 

You want to be a stubborn ass, go home, go to a coffee shop, fuck go anywhere but to Liv’s house. But you had to lie low. Your options were limited, and Liv’s house was more secure than Fortnox. So you swing there, landing on her building's doorstep.

 You wince, not wanting to be barefoot in grungey New York. 

You use the code that was fifteen digits long. Getting in and making your way to the top of the three-level place. Bottom level being her lab, middle level living room and kitchen, small library, but the top was the master and master bath. 

You really could use a shower. 

You ignore the cameras that track your every movement. Heading up the stairs and entering her bedroom. 

You peel off the borrowed clothes and toss them into the hamper. Turning the shower on as hot as it could go. 

You think back to past villains, Electro, Sandman, Carnage, fuck even Mysterio. All of those assholes had been difficult. But it was easier now, looking back, because you hadn’t been in love with any of them. 

You step your dirty feet into the giant rainfall shower. Hissing as the scolding water hit your cuts, the ones across your back from road rash from being thrown was especially tender. You close your eyes and breathe in the steam. 

How does one fall in love with a murderous villain, weren’t you supposed to have the tingle? Why hadn’t the tingle gone off when you were making love to Liv? 

You knew the answer, screwing your face up in pain, it was because Liv wasn’t a monster. 

Liv was a lot of things, chronically big spoon, horrible at keeping her glasses from being broken. Terrible at brushing her hair or taking care of her curls. She double-dipped her knife in peanut butter and jelly, gross. Disliked orange tea, chewed on her bottom lip when she was doing advanced math for an equation. 

She kept a deplorable sleep schedule. Needed to grocery shop better, to stop drinking those soil protein shakes that are supposed to replace real food. 

Not to mention, Liv snored during movies, she had a photographic memory which made her annoying to argue with.

But she rubbed your feet when she told you stories. She loved doing your laundry, making you tea, kiss your nose. 

Liv was so excited to show you off to her colleagues. Boast about how smart you are. How you’d graduated from MIT in half the time as others, she listened when you were upset. Held you tight in the night when the GABA reminded you what losing as Spidergirl looked like. Your worst fears. 

Liv was the nefarious Doc Ock. The tenticled villain who once threw you against a running subway. 

But she was also the only one who ever loved with no prerequisites, no rules, completely and utterly unconditionally. 

She surprisingly didn’t kick you out when you argued her ideas on string theory. Didn’t yell at you when you chewed on her pen caps. Or when you cried from grief, no - Liv was in love with you. Not Spidergirl, and it felt so fucking good. 

You hadn’t realized the water had turned cold, or that the light had changed. You’d dissociated standing under the spray. 

Your tingle spiked, and you spun to see Liv. 

She must have been standing there longer than you’d thought, because she’s already taken off her glasses and shirt. Unhooking her bra and trousers, you wipe at the water on your face. Bandages wet against your eye, cheek, and jaw. 

You try to blink away the wet to see your love naked. 

Doctor Olivia had been nervous to tell you she was intersex; you had only ever seen her as perfect. Her genitals ranged closer to the masculine. Her cock a gorgeous six inches that filled you perfectly. She hadn’t thought her balls could make enough sperm to have your ‘scare.’ But it turned out you two fit in every way. 

You watch - a little blurry as the water and condensation made it harder to make out all of Liv’s features. But you needed to see her. Was she real?

Or was this a dream? You hated to find out this was a figment of your imagination. 

Liv was quickly nude and opened the glass shower door. Rendering you desperate, exhausted, and in need of her arms. 

“Hi.” You whisper, fearful that the truth of what you two were would have ruined this part. The part where you both could simply fall into one another. 

But as Dock Ock got closer, thankfully not minding the cold shower as that was her preference.

She easily pushed the heavy, wet hair over your shoulder and cupped your face. Her thumb careful not to touch any cuts.

Her forehead had a new butterfly stitched she’d done herself. You opened your mouth to tell her she shouldn’t get it wet. Trying not to think of how she’d acquired it in your absence. 

When Liv surged forward and kissed you, her nose brushing against yours as she pushed you against the tile wall. 

You were going to need to rethink the morality of justice and good and bad. 

You wrap your arms around her waist so she is flush against your body. 

You both sigh at the wet contact and then Liv’s kissing you again, open-mouth and hungry. 

You try your best to keep up, but you can’t get enough. Your hands possessed, finding the gentle spot on her lower back and ass. Careful of the plate in her back, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, even now. 

Her shaft is wet and warm as it pushes against your pubic hair and thigh. Like it’s giving your body a kiss as well. Both of your pubic hairs are wet, and it feels good pressing against the other. 

Liv’s moaning as she tries her best not to push her cock between your folds. But to stay semi-hard next to your sex.

As you kiss her lips, you grind against her body, wet flesh muscles sore and desperate. 

Your hand snaked between your body to cup under her dick. Livs jaw slacks like you’d just put her under a trance. 

But quickly, you were being pinned harder to the cold tile, and Liv was licking aggressively the length of your tongue, and then tracing your bottom lip. Enjoying your spit like it was ambrosia from the gods. 

“Liv-liv.” You murmur as you gently stroke her dick. 

“Tell you what,” She hesitated, something soft falling over her facial features. 

You got a devilish pout, as you slowly spit down, it hanging in the air before resting hot and glorious on her cock. 

Liv was a genius, but she was also human. 

“What?” You pouted, rubbing your spit over her sensitive tip. 

Rendering the evil scientist stupid as she tried to speak and couldn’t finish a sentence. 

“In 1609 - Spain and Dutch did- Or that is Live and Let Live in-in WWI and or the Civil War they-” She stutters thoughts unfinished. 

You get down on your knees as the water pools against your body. Liv puts two hands out to the wall - holding it for dear life. 

“Are you trying to say we could call a truce, Doctor?” You questioned, and you watched as Dock Ock shivered. 

“I mean- I don’t see why we couldn’t- or shouldn’t-” She babbles like a moron, and you love it. You let your tongue lick under her now rock hard cock. Your friend twitches and bumps against your top lip and nose, you kiss just at the top of her balls. Waiting patiently for Liv to remember how to talk, you blink up at her, feigning innocence. The water collects on your eyelashes as you bat them up at her. 

This isn’t how you’d thought you’d kill Doc Ock. But you were both seeming to be okay with the way she fell. 

You pepper small kisses all down your lover's shaft. Then let your tongue slide along her slit, tasting the salty precum that drips for you. The idea of her semen sliding out of you again is too delicious. Your pupils dilate, and you cup your sex, pushing your fingers against your own clit. 

Liv loves this, never having a lover want to suck her like this. But what made it all better, was watching you masturbate and gag as you swallow the villain's dick. 

Liv’s shoulders hunched over, her fingers slapping on the tile as sweat dripped down her neck to mix with the shower. She finds her strength, guiding her cock to your bruised lips. 

“Open your mouth, Spidergirl.”

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Rio drops the vibrator and pulls Agatha into a sloppy kiss, her other hand not leaving your thigh. It’s only now you realise how much self-restraint they’ve shown in only touching you. Or maybe they were so fixated on your pain they forgot.

Agatha kisses back just as fiercely, her hands moving to Rio’s hair to pull her in tighter. The wet noises their lips make are almost as loud as the ones your cunt was making a few seconds ago. Agatha moves one hand from Rio’s hair, trails it down her chest to cop a feel, before finding Rio’s soaked curls. Rio moans, long and loud, as Agatha pushes two fingers in with no resistance.

You step back, wiping the sweat from your forehead as you pull the boxing gloves from your hands. John nods approvingly, “Looking good. I can tell you’ve taken on board the feedback I gave you, your technique is a lot better.”

You can’t help lighting up a little at his praise. John can be annoying sometimes, sure, but he reminds you a lot of your older brother. You don’t see Garrett very often anymore, not since you moved to New York but you still call him once a week. In the meantime, John is your substitute older brother. He nudges your shoulder, “Coming to the party tonight?”

“Don’t think we have much choice,” You mumble, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed.

Tonight had been Bob’s idea. Sam had been putting together his own Avengers team and although he didn’t want the teams to merge, Bob had suggested that everyone could at least still be friends. The Avengers were coming round to the tower to party with the New Avengers, to ‘form alliances’ as Bob had put it. You had a feeling that Sam and his team were about as thrilled with this idea as you were but you knew Bob was right. Even if you were never going to merge, it was important that you all worked together to an extent.

There was only one small spanner in the works – Kate was going to be there.

Not that there was anything wrong with Kate. You like Kate. More than you should in fact. It had all started about four months ago when you’d begun to suspect you were crushing on Yelena. Not that it was difficult – Yelena was pretty much the coolest person you’d ever met, her accent, her attitude, everything about her had you wondering if you wanted her or if you wanted to be her. What had tipped you over the edge was seeing her on that one mission in Washington. Ten men and she’d taken them all down without breaking a sweat.

After a week of lying awake each night thinking about her, you’d decided you were going to ask her out. Only for Kate to turn up, and kiss Yelena right in front of you. It should’ve occurred to you that Yelena would be taken. Of course she would be, that was the story of your life. At least you’d found out before you’d completely embarrassed yourself. Kate had introduced herself to you and it turned out she was really nice. She also had the cutest dog called Lucky and you’d begun spending more time with her, sometimes with Yelena, sometimes without. It hadn’t taken you long to realise that… Well, you’d fallen for Kate too. Now you liked both of them.

They were the perfect couple – the kind of couple that shouldn’t work but just do. It was obvious to you how much they loved each other and that there was no room for anyone else. You had to be content with just being their friend.

Now Kate’s going to be at the party – she’s on Sam’s team of Avengers, and there’s certainly no lack of alliance between her and Yelena. Being around them both is so difficult. Being their friend is still great; they’re both amazing women who you think the world of but… God, you want them. You want them so bad and seeing them together makes you burn with longing. Seeing them both dressed up tonight might just kill you.

John hears the dejected tone in your voice and misunderstands, “It will be cool to network though, right? You do look tired. I’m sure you could squeeze in a nap before everyone gets here.”

“You know me too well,” You reply, pulling you gym bag onto your shoulder. Your nickname across the New Avengers was already ‘sleepy girl’, you were the one who usually had an early night or had a nap in the middle of the day or dozed off during movie night. They teased you about it all the time.

You head back to your room, looking longingly at your bed but despite John’s belief that you could fit in a nap, you knew you couldn’t so you jumped straight into the shower. Once there had been an evening briefing and you’d figured you’d have time to fit in a nap after training, only to wake with a shock hours later to Bucky pounding on your door after a search party had been sent for you. If you crawl into bed now, you won’t get back up for the party and it wouldn’t look good if you didn’t attend at all.

After having a long shower, drying your hair and changing into the one decent outfit you have hanging up that isn’t in need of a wash, you give yourself one final once over in the mirror. With one last longing look at your bed, you head out of the room and down to the living room where the rest of the New Avengers are already mingling along with a handful of the Avengers.

Your eyes land on Kate and Yelena immediately. Yelena’s wearing light jeans with a cropped top whilst Kate is wearing a black shirt with black jeans. They both look so effortlessly cool that it makes your heart hurt. Bucky raises his eye-brows as he watches you pour yourself a drink, “Easy tiger.”

“What? This isn’t even that strong,” You reply even though you wince as you take a sip. You can’t drink your vodka straight the way Yelena does but you do still pour yourself a pretty stiff drink. Your eyes glance towards Kate and Yelena again, noticing the way Yelena’s arm is around Kate’s waist and you take another long swig of your drink.

Conversing has never really come naturally to you. In fact, nothing strikes dread in your heart more than when someone says ‘networking’. After a couple of drinks you usually find that it gets a bit easier, which is how you end up making your way around the room. You end up talking to Sam for a long time and you immediately understand why Steve chose him to be the next Captain America. Of course you’d seen him fight before and you’d known he was good at what he does, but hearing him talk, his passion for his work, that was the spark that a Captain America needed. Sam definitely had it.

“I heard about your work in Luxembourg,” Sam says. “Pretty good stuff. I was a bit disappointed to see Valentina announce you as part of the New Avengers, I’d have quite liked you on my team.”

“Well I was hoping for a merger but I can understand why you don’t want one,” You reply, taking another sip of your drink. “I feel like the New Avengers are a better fit for me. I never really thought I was Avengers material at all but then none of us did. It’s what makes us work I guess.”

“I think you’re wrong. You’re exactly what we’d want.” Sam hands you a card. “You know where I am if you ever change your mind.”

You slip the card into your pocket, knowing that you won’t be giving Sam a call. As appealing as his offer might be you’d found a family within the New Avengers. None of the other New Avengers would jump ship.

Well, that’s what you’d thought until you’d seen Yelena take a card from Sam and then emphatically shake his hand. You were in the middle of talking to Peter and America, but your attention was immediately drawn away when you saw Kate and Yelena slip out of the room. “Excuse me for a second,” You mumble, breaking away from the conversation that you hadn’t really been paying attention to anyway.

The hallway is empty as you step out, but you can hear Yelena and Kate’s voices floating out from a meeting room just up ahead. You step as softly and as carefully as possible so as not to alert them to your presence. Yelena was like a bloodhound – one wrong move and she’d know you were there.

“- I’m just saying that-”

“I know what you’re saying and I haven’t shut it down but-”

“Natasha was friends with Sam-”

“That’s not fair and you know it. Natasha wouldn’t want me to turn my back on Alexei.”

“Didn’t he hand you over to the Red Room?”

“He- That’s not fair. That’s not a fair thing to say.”

“Yelena, Sam doesn’t want a merger, this is the next best thing and you know it-”

“Wait, you’re seriously leaving?”

Kate and Yelena both whip around upon hearing your voice. You hadn’t meant to interrupt, you were only meant to listen, but the realisation that Yelena was really thinking about leaving made your heart plummet to your feet. Both women just stare at you for a long moment before Yelena shakes her head, “Y/N, you don’t know the full context-”

“You’re thinking of leaving. What context do I need?”

“It’s not like that,” Kate says quickly. “Y/N, trust us-”

“I know that Kate’s your girlfriend but… I thought we were close. You could’ve told me-”

“You’re overreacting, I haven’t decided anything yet, Sam, he- He made a suggestion that I’m thinking about, okay? Of course I would’ve talked to you about it.”

“I thought we were a family, you- How can you even think about leaving?”

“Well, how can you not?” Yelena asks. “You see the things they write about us on social media! Nobody wants out help, they want the Avengers help-”

“We are the Avengers-”

“No, Sam has the copyright and he has the shield. He’s Captain America, he’s respected and we- We’re just-” Yelena cuts herself off, exasperated.

Kate looks awkwardly between the two of you, “Look, Y/N, you weren’t meant to overhear that. Yelena’s right, you don’t have the context.”

“I would’ve take to you, of course I would’ve, you know what you mean to me,” Yelena says, taking a step closer to you.

You hug yourself, feeling like your whole world is crumbling. “You can’t leave,” You mumble. “You just can’t. We’re family, we’re… We’re…”

Yelena and Kate exchange a glance which only makes you feel worse. It’s ridiculous to feel excluded from their relationship because… Of course you’re not part of it. Of course Yelena is making decisions that she’ll only discuss with Kate. They’ve been dating for over a year, they probably know each other inside out by now. There have been a million moments between them that you’ve not been part of and that you’ll never be part of.

“Hear me out, okay?” Yelena says. “I know we’re a family, I know we are. Sam’s idea was that all of us would slowly transfer across to the Avengers. He wants us out of Valentina’s leadership.”

“But… I mean… Valentina barely even-”

“The plan was that you and me would go first and then Bucky and Alexei, then-”

“Sam wants Alexei? Really?”

“He wants all of us,” Yelena says. “He wants us all to walk together.”

“What about Bob?”

“This- It’s not all worked out yet and I’m still thinking about it but obviously I would’ve talked to you, Y/N!” Yelena snaps. “I don’t even know if I’m definitely going to go but if I did it would be after talking to all of you and figuring everything out. I wouldn’t have left you behind, I promise.”

Yelena finally closes the distance between you, wrapping her arms around you. Yelena has never hugged you before and you can’t help melting into the affection, wrapping your own arms around her, not wanting to let go. Kate comes over and places a hand on your back with an awkward smile. You lean your head on Yelena’s shoulder and you’re a little surprised when Yelena turns her head to kiss your forehead.

When you don’t pull away, Kate wraps her arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek this time. Yelena dips her head to kiss your neck, her arms tightening around you as Kate kisses across your cheek until her lips find yours. You’re not sure what’s happening but it doesn’t stop you kissing Kate back desperately. Yelena grins against your neck, gently biting down and leaving a little mark. When she pulls away, her lips are replaced by Yelena’s. Kate kisses your cheek again before moving down to your neck, pressing tiny, soft kisses to your skin.

When Yelena pulls back she rests her forehead against yours, Kate’s fingers running across your waist as she presses another light kiss to your neck. “I wouldn’t have left without telling you,” Yelena murmurs. “I wouldn’t have done that.”

“What’s happening?” You ask quietly.

“We want you,” Kate whispers against your neck, pressing another kiss. “We’ve wanted you for months.”

“You can tell us to stop,” Yelena says quietly, her lips hovering teasingly just above yours. “If that’s what you want.”

In response, you just press your lips to hers again. You can feel Yelena’s grin as she kisses you and Kate wraps both her arms around you, her hand moving teasingly over your waistband as she keeps kissing your neck. Kate’s perfume is strong in your nose and you feel your head swim. Their kisses feel so good that you can barely think straight and when you hear Yelena mumble something about heading back to your room you can only nod dumbly, letting Kate take your hand as you follow after them, all thoughts of Sam’s card and jumping ship forgotten.