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Natasha Romanoff x Reader Masterlist

The blaring heat also being the cause for Tommy and Billy to be doused in layers of sunscreen as they protested against Wanda who was stern with them that she didn't want them to get sunburnt, making it her mission to lather every inch of their exposed skin.

As Wanda looked out the window she couldn't help but smile at the sight she had trouble keeping her eyes off of as she prepared a grand lunch for you and the boys. 

She was positioned in front of the sink washing the freshly picked strawberries from her very own garden that she took much pride in bragging about at PTA meetings and in her gardening Facebook group. Constantly glancing out the window to see your crouched form near the sliding back door, spray bottle in hand as you portrayed a concentrated demeanor coupled with Billy and Tommy’s kidlike shouts as they played on the swings with huge toothless smiles that made her heart spin thousands of times over. 

The cold water running down her fingers as she rubbed the ripe berries was a stark contrast to the heat berating you, but not more annoying than the bugs that sought to unionize in various places in your home. Pain from a stiff back and exhausting heat outweighed waking up at three am with a certain someone ripping all the sheets from the bed swearing to have seen a colony of ants congregating by her pillowside. Coupled with the constant excuses Tommy and Billy gave during dinner time, claiming there were tiny critters crawling around in their greens which was a clear lie, although the slight tensing of Wanda’s jaw showed her irritation.

Deciding to multitask with your outside chores, a large white garbage bag is stationed next to your figure, stuffed with various weeds that you had previously pulled from the ground. Now was the perfect opportunity to get this done so Wanda was no longer on your ass, complaining about how the weeds made her garden look messy. You, never being able to say no to her, made the decision for the chores to be completed sooner than later a reality.

Just as you set down the bug repellent to yank a dwindling mini weed, out of the corner of your eye you catch a literal settlement of small and big ants scurrying in a single file line. Your hand already grabbing the spray bottle as you didn’t hesitate to hose down the small colony. Eyes scrunched as you watched the ants scatter and disassemble.

What you failed to notice was Billy’s approaching figure with a quizzical look etched onto his juvenile face. As he came up from behind you with a question on the tip of his tongue Tommy rushed from behind, trying to get him to come back to the swings.

“C'mon Billy, one more round on the swings then we can have a slide race!” Tommy gasped out, his features exuding pure happiness as he attempted to tug his brother along. How he wasn’t breathless from running that long distance to where Billy was standing was something that stuck to the back of your mind.

But Billy was too focused on what you were doing, Tommy’s uproar of a claim already catching your attention and making you aware of their presence, your head twisting in their direction with a smirk represented on your face.

Just then Tommy let out a small squeal at the putrid smell that had just entered his nostril, his small hands coming to cover his nose swiftly.

“Don’t be such a baby, Tommy, it’s just bug repellent. Look mama’s using it to kill the bugs.” Billy stated with a smug smile on his face, knowing that statement would trigger him in some way because Tommy loved to claim he knew everything using the fact that he was older to support that idea. 

The smile on your lips broadens at the banter going on between the prepubescent boys that had started to occur after Billy’s words. “Hey, maybe you guys should take your talk over there. Your mom would kill me if she knew I had you guys over her next to these heavy chemicals.” You remarked as you pointed your gloved finger towards the play set with raised eyebrows.

But that idea was quickly cut off when Billy pointed his stubby pointer finger in the direction of the ground, your gaze turning to yet another wave of ants. You motioned for the boys to move back as you release another wave of chemical death toward the pests. A fresh wave of wind shifted some of the rancid mist in the direction of the boys. Billy’s face scrunched up in disgust while Tommy had let out a mantra of words that you’d never thought you hear come from his mouth in all his youthful glory.

“Holy shit! That stinks.”

An automatic laugh escaped from your mouth before you could really process the situation, Billy’s laughter not helping you reel in your initial shock to chastise Tommy. You blow out some air from your mouth before you try to act like an adult and reprimand him for his language. But the sight of Billy with his hands on his head and huge toothless beam made the thought of telling the kid who stood in anxiousness off. 

“Mama, why are you killing the bugs if they are outside?” Tommy asks in a haze of innocence.

You bite down on your bottom lip trying to find a reasonable answer to tell the young children, “These bugs tend to get inside no matter how hard I try to block them from the inside, you guys aren’t leaving the windows open when you’re not supposed to right?” You add at the end that gets some playful laughter out of the boys. Billy and Tommy chuckle as they grab their bellies, shaking their heads in the negative.

Their cheery laughter makes you look back towards them and question their honesty as you raise your eyebrows with a knowingly look in their direction, the only expression each of them gives is an expression with wide eyes and pressed lips, a look that you have known well when confronting them about their naughtiness. 

You exert a low chuckle at their mischievous behavior, “Don’t tell your mommy I said this but I think it’s her, she’s always leaving them open in our room and in the kitchen.” Silly beams were planted on their faces as they listened closely to your words.

You motioned them closer with your fingers, trying to create more distance from where you guys were huddled and the window you could see Wanda from, who was occupied with her back turned in the kitchen, “Hey listen, when I was in the backyard one day I could hear her singing in our room from all the way down here. Definitely better than Auntie Agatha’s.” 

Loud chuckles are released from their small lungs, the boys go into an uncontrollable fit of laughter when you mentioned Agatha’s not-so-enjoyable singing that she had no problem sharing when she came over every other weekend.

While the boys are coming down from their laughing fit you are quick to spray a spider web that has made its way awfully close to a window that was unsurprisingly cracked open. 

“These damn spiders keep coming back, so I thought if I kill their family they won’t feel at home here anymore. No more children to practice teaching how to spin a web with, and no more momma for them to find pleasure with.” You unconsciously spit out, whispering the last part under your breath. Forgetting the presence of your kids and their innocent minds for a split second, when you do there is a slight freeze in your motions afterward, but what’s the harm if Wanda isn’t around to hear it?

Unfortunately, Wanda had heard every word of that sentence. What you failed to realize was her presence leaning on the threshold of the backyard door. During the time you had been talking to Tommy and Billy, she had fully set up the outside table for the lunch she had completed, only staying to watch you three with a bright smile on her face when she heard the gracious laughter of her godsent boys.

A warm style remained on her face as she watched the sight of you three naturally conversing, but that snug smile quickly vanished from her face the second she heard that far-fetched sentence spoken into existence by you. A cloud of hurt waved over her just elated demeanor, as you told the story about killing the spiders family so it would no longer find your house a home and stay, it hit her close to home in the chest making her hug her stomach as a slight storm brewed within her.

A second before she was about to interrupt the laughter coming from the boys she witnessed something she wouldn’t have thought to occur for years, that specific something coming from her ten-year-old boys. She witnessed Billy and Tommy turning towards each other to exchange whispers with one another, fear and apprehension laced Billy’s face as Tommy had a poised expression. After their whispers, they nodded their heads toward one another and looked your way with that mischievous look they tended to hold when they were about to commit an indecent act.

“Fuck that spider's family.” Tommy voiced brazenly, his and Billy’s eyes gauging your reaction. Waiting to see if you would berate them like Wanda would have if she heard those words come from their mouths. After all, between their two parents, you were definitely the more laid-back one who let more things slide when you shouldn’t.

Wanda’s blood began to simmer at the lack of your reaction, her head tilting to the right as her jaw slightly clenched. Her infuriation rose to an all-time high when you turned around with a smirk on your face and uttered a string of words that managed to turn her evening completely upside down.

“That’s right, fuck their families.” The two giddy children broke into another fit of laughter at your lack of care for what the older twin had spewed moments ago and your response. All the laughter in the next moment immediately stopped with brief words coupled with a tone so daunting all the color drained from you and the two youngsters' faces.

“Thomas. William. Wash your hands.” Her tone was eerily calm as her eyes remained on your frozen figure and nowhere else. The boys quickly looked in her direction while avoiding eye contact, scurrying past her so she couldn’t scold them even for a second. When the boys were out of eyesight her gaze rested on you coldly, your eyes aimed towards the patio as your teeth kept your lower lip interlocked and your thoughts running rampant on all the possibilities of Wanda giving you a much-needed earful. 

Now Wanda knew where the trait of avoiding eye contact when in deep trouble came from which was deeply rooted in the boys. Being shaken out of her thoughts as your figure ascended into a standing position, your eyes finally met her. Wanda still held an appalled look, her eyes staring deadly into yours. A small whimper was released from your parted lips at her chilling glare. You don’t know how much she heard and you didn’t want to know, the thought of the unknown not bothering you in the slightest.

Putting down the bug killer and plopping your dirty garden gloves next to the canister, you make your way over to Wanda’s intimidating figure. A big lump in your throat prevents you from emitting coherent words from your mouth, you stand in front of Wanda, your ability to talk has suddenly disappeared and now you are looking foolish.

Although it doesn't show on your face your heart is thumping so hard like a sledgehammer is consistently pounding on your heart due to the panic coursing through your bones. Wanda’s silence coupled with her intense stare starts to move some gears inside of you that aren’t so appropriate for this situation. With your thoughts being loud, also before you can knock those thoughts out of your head she helps you, “Y/n.”

You stutter with a mixture of fear and nervousness from her intense gaze, “Ok, my bad. You know when you look at me like that it ju-” 

But she is quick to cut you off, not wanting you to deter the conversation from its true purpose, “Don’t.”

That instant you shut up and keep your lips sealed, shaking your head as a fidgety gesture. Her tone assures you of the wrath that is about to come, and rightfully so. Her hands are still crossed as she starts raining down her thoughts of pure discontent with your actions toward allowing the boys to behave that way without a scolding.

Billy and Tommy have neglected to actually go and wash their hands for lunch, instead peaking around the kitchen counter to witness Wanda uncrossing her arms, gesturing frantically with her arms. Your face is filled with regret as you shake your head after every word she says, not daring to utter a single word.

The children watch from beyond with wide eyes and stunned faces, Wanda’s voice starting to rise slightly as you fail to respond to any of the questions she asked. Tommy turns around to Billy with a worried expression, “Does this mean they are gonna divorce?” He whispered, his small body filled with too much unease. 

Billy looks over with a frightened look. “No Tommy, they can’t. When people love each other they can never stop, mommy and mama included.”

Tommy wasn’t at all relieved at Billy’s statement, his worry growing tenfolds at possibly being the cause of his parents leaving each other because of his actions. The boys turned back towards their bickering parents the second they heard your voice that had been radio silent for the past minutes.

“I know baby, I was joking. I promise you I didn’t mean any of it.” You tried to convey to her, knowing her history, internally punching yourself over and over again for even mentioning that earlier sentence. Your hands slowly approach her wrists to provide her some comfort.

She is quick to swat your approaching hands away as her blood is still boiling, her eyebrows scrunching in exasperation, “Don’t baby me right now. You shouldn’t be telling our children stories about killing a bug's family and then proceeding to laugh about it.” She states in such vigor you internally agree to shut the fuck up for the time being, “I don’t give a fuck if you were joking, Y/n, never do that shit again.” She delivers in a tone of finality, her head tilt returning again.

You shake your head in silent agreement, accepting the fact that you fucked up and need to do better. As you look away from Wanda’s piercing evergreen eyes you catch sight of Tommy and Billy peaking at you two from the kitchen, your eyebrows rising in surprise which causes Wanda to turn around and catch sight of them too.

Wanda lets out a strained sigh, pressing her palm against her forehead, not wanting Billy and Tommy to see their parents arguing has gone completely out of the window. Rubbing the creases on her forehead away before she makes eye contact with both of the boys.

Increasing the pitch of her voice she says, “I didn’t know you guys were there sorry, don’t be like your mommy, both of us.” Turning to give you a disturbing glare.

“How comes we can’t say it but you can? “Tommy suddenly implored with bunched eyebrows.

Wanda releases a quick breath in disbelief, shaking her head at the sudden gall he had to ask her such a question, “Because first of all I am an adult, but most importantly your mother.” Her previous high pitch voice was gone.

She thought she had finally cracked the audacity that spawned in the twins today but was taken aback when the next moment they turned their heads whispering to one another then snickering, Billy shoving Tommy’s shoulder with wide eyes, albeit still giggling. You stood where you were, with no intention of getting scolded again or going in between the wrath of Wanda and her parenting. 

Wanda tells them to share what they want to hide so badly, causing Billy to immediately stop his laughter and look like a dear caught in headlights, his eyes looking over to you for a semblance of help that you were afraid to even think about giving, fearful of Wanda’s deathly gaze adorning you again.

Tommy like the brave soul he has consistently appeared to be this evening had no problem telling Wanda what he was just whispering in his twin's ear, “Since that spider's family is dead now they don’t have a momma to pleasure…that it should come find you like Mama said earlier.” He ends with a finger pointing in your direction, practically slapping you while he is at it.

Fuck. Your facial features, body, breathing, and hell even heart stopped for those unsettling few seconds of silence, no one dared move as the tension was almost visible. Your eyes glued onto Wanda’s figure, her body unmoving, but damn was her mind was whirling with a million thoughts swimming words she rather the boys not hear at their young age. 

Your blood runs ice cold as you see Wanda slowly turn her head back in your direction. Her facial features are void of emotion as she deeply stares into your soul. You kept eye contact with her, afraid to even move a single muscle after she waved the twins away to their rooms. And once you saw her head tilt to the right you swear you saw a flash of heavens gates, at least this wouldn’t be the worst way to go out, staring into the eyes of your beloved wife who would be putting you there.

“Y/n!”

Oh shit. Yes oh shit indeed.

Because of that other thing which is a special someone that you dreaded leaving for missions. Each time boarding a quinjet or black decked-out SUV there would be a sorrowful presence looming at the door of the compound’s exit, Natasha. 

When you weren’t on missions she was your constant light throughout your day because with her around you never got bored and always had a fire to keep you lit inside. When she left for a lengthy recon mission months prior you had to do something to keep you entertained for the time being. That happened to be quick missions Steve had encouraged you to sign up for when he saw your lack of life as you stared out the compound’s grand living room window that held a magnificent view of the surrounding wilderness that kept you entranced for the time being while your lover was away.

What Steve “forgot” to mention to you is that if you signed up for quick missions it would be official for eight months, let's just say you almost got into a fight with America’s most beloved. Once you signed with your signature you couldn’t take it back. At first, it was fine for the months when Natasha was gone, you had something to occupy and eat up your time, but when she came back it was a different story. 

You still had four months left on your contract and time seemed to slow down significantly, so to Natasha, it felt like an eternity. Every time she saw you off a piece of her inner happiness chipped away while uncertainty replaced its spot. She was filled with tremendous dread and loneliness during all the nights she spent without you. She longed for your touch every second of the day and especially at night, she yearned for your company so bad it was absurd. 

She had been pestering Steve about taking you off the quick missions but he ignored her advances and excused himself immediately so he wouldn’t receive her raft. Constantly following him around the compound to disrupt his day, in her eyes if she couldn’t get any sort of peace,  why should he? During all the time she had been pestering Steve, it was the end of the eight months; she couldn’t have been more delighted. She was like a kid at a candy store, only a few feet taller, tapping her foot repeatedly against the pavement as she waited to hear the familiar buzz of the incoming quinjet.

Her deep red tresses swayed from the sudden gush of air, a dark shadow cast upon her from the monumental aircraft. The shadow was a stark contrast to the fierce light that was present in her from the thought of finally being able to have you fully.

Stepping off the mechanical quinjet for the first time in hours made you relieved to breathe in the fresh air, smelling blended natural fragrances and a familiar perfume that you knew all too well. It was in a flash and then the next moment you were bombarded with Natasha’s presence. It was hard for you to hug her back with your duffle bags still in your hands but you wasted no time in dropping them and enveloping her in your arms.

She clung onto you as a sloth does to a cecropia tree, her head buried deep in your chest as she took time to fully embrace your presence. You understood her actions because the last time you spent a full day together was two months ago, who knew how many small missions there were out there to be completed.

Natasha brought her head out of your chest and peered up at you. Taking in your wondrous features that she admired staring at during the brink of the night when the moonlight shined just perfectly on your dormant face. She would study you for hours until she fell asleep in your comforting hold with only the thought of you there with her lulling her to sleep.

“Take a picture Nat, it last longer.” You say softly to Natasha as your hands naturally travel towards her hips to hold onto them.

“Oh, shut up.” She lightly chuckled as she gave a gentle slap to your shoulder, “I would take a picture of you but it could never truly capture your beauty.” Her words made your cheeks heat up along with the way she was intensely staring at your face.

“I can tell you missed me because that was cheesy as fuck, but don't worry I forgive you for that cause I missed you too.” She rolled her eyes while letting out a breathy laugh at your response as her hands trailed up your abdomen and around your neck.

She came close to your face causing your breaths to merge, you could practically smell the minty freshness on the cusp of her breath, “But ‘Take a picture it last longer’ isn’t it?” Your mind was too hazed with the thought of her lips on yours to fully understand what she was saying. Leaning forward to catch her lips only for her to back away at the last second making a frown come to your face.

“Such a big baby, don’t worry you're gonna make it up to me with more than just kisses for your absence.” She teases you as she pecks the corners of your mouth then continues to give small kisses all around your face but never your lips which slightly agitates you.

Although, not more than Steve coming to interrupt your moment with Natasha. She instantly got annoyed as he rounded the corner. A glint of sweat can be spotted on his face meaning he ran twenty miles non-stop. 

With a roll of her eyes, Natasha instantly stares down Steve as he walks up to you both, her arms now crossed over her rigid stomach.

Steve awkwardly greets the both of you with a skittish wave as he avoids Natasha’s fierce gaze.

You greet him back satisfactorily, putting your hand on the lower part of Nat’s back to wordlessly communicate with her to acknowledge Steve.

“Steve.” Natasha bluntly replies, showing no ounce of welcome in her tone.

“I hate to say this, but you both need to meet me in the debriefing room. Be there in the next ten minutes.” He says with a militant tone, fleeing towards the door of the compound straight after his assertion.

Natasha made a move to follow him but was stopped by the firm grip on her waist that held her back. When she turned around with lifted eyebrows she was met with your unimpressed face as you rolled your eyes at her abrasive antics.

“I’m off of those little pesky missions now, there's no need to hold any grudges. Help me put away my stuff, yeah?” You softly ask her, reducing your hold on her waist because you trusted her enough to not go after Steve to give him a mouthful.

She shook her head and gave you a small smirk, “Since when did you turn into a peacemaker?” She scoffs slightly in a mischievous manner as she starts striding off.

You give a light chuckle at her words but wrinkle your eyebrows in confusion at her retreating form, “You're not gonna help with my bags?”

She turns around while still strolling with a charming pout on her face and shouts, “My hands are kind of tired from all the stroking they have been doing since someone wasn’t here to do it for me!”

Your face runs cold as her coy pout turns into a naughty grin. You're stuck in a trance at her distant figure and you swear you can see her hips swaying more than they were a few seconds ago. You wasted no time in picking up your duffle bags and catching up with her, she always had a way with words that left you awestruck.

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You and Natasha had just walked into the debriefing room Steve mentioned and the first thing your wondering eyes spotted was the brown box of your favorite, Dough Doughnuts. Treading straight towards the box of donuts as if your life depended on it; grabbing a plate from the table where the donuts were held to stack some of the pastries.

Helping yourself to multiple thick and doughy donuts put a bright smile on your face, “Help yourself, I got them for you, out of guilt.” Steve murmurs next to you rendering you to jump from the sudden surprise, managing to save your plateful of donuts as you turn towards him with a warm smile on your face.

You thank him genuinely, “although this won’t be enough for me to fully forgive you.” Your words cause him to take in a deep breath as you send him a shallow smile as you move around him and make your way to Natasha sitting at the immense oak oval table.

As you come closer to Nat she makes eye contact with you, her eyes broadening at your approaching figure. When you made it over she raised her right eyebrow as she eyed your plate stacked with donuts. By that time you had already started eating them on the walk over so when you spoke your mouth was full of mushed donuts.

“What? The last time I ate was hours ago.” You reasoned.

Natasha’s resting smirk only grew as she replied, “moya malen'kaya rybka fugu ”

You playfully narrowed your eyes as you took a seat behind her, quickly flashing your mouth full of mixed donuts only for her to swiftly pinch your stomach with a twisted grimace. Quietly chuckling to yourself as you got seated; Steve cleared his throat for both of your attention.

Just as he got attention to start speaking Natasha kicked up her feet on the deep oak conference table with a loud thud followed by a displeased sigh. You had to look away for a moment to contain your laughter, you had yet to ever see her be this petty towards Steve.

“I just wanted to start this meeting to say I never meant to have you sign up for the missions but no one else wanted to, and god knows the shield agents aren’t prepared enough for constant tasks like that. Leading to the point of this gathering, which is a final mission for you both.”

Natasha’s face turned into a passive expression that only Steve could see from his angle; a slight hesitation in his speech from the direct eye contact Natasha had with him.

“Don’t flip your lid Nat, this is a recon mission that should take less than a week. More of a getaway if you ask me, it’s in Madrid, I searched on that engine Googlet and their beaches are said to be nice during this time. The mission file is on the table, have fun ladies.” He declared before he left the room with a clasp of his hands.

There was a few seconds of brief silence until Natasha turned around in the twisty chair with her signature smirk ingrained on her face. She slowly arose from her position in her seat to saunter a few steps and rest herself on your awaiting lap. 

In between the mid-bite of a donut, you stared deep into her eyes, slowly moving the pastry away from your face to deliver a soft peck to her nose. Her face scrunching up in mock disgust as she pinched you on the cheek complaining about the sticky filling that now occupied her nose.

You couldn’t help but not take her words into account as you zoned her words out to only focus on the accentuating features that reeled you into her as a fisherman does to fish. The only thought on your mind was her ethereal beauty, not only did her outer beauty look so magnificent, her inner beauty was millions of times better. Cherishing the moments when her relaxed personality came out because of your presence; the way her face seemed to light up when you were near, and the way you found solace in her viridescent irises.

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You were standing in the cockpit, leveling the controls of the quinjet to kickstart the autopilot mode so you could catch up on some sleep that you dearly missed. As you were focused on turning on the alarm to notice another aircraft in the air, turning on the radar, and checking safety controls caused you to fail to notice the slim figure approaching from behind.

Nat takes this moment why you are in mental solitude to absorb your features; your concentrated face making a knot deep within her start to ache. The way your hands are flexed across the controls, moving in practiced synchronization as if you could do it perfectly with your eyes closed. Also, the small barely noticeable scars littered across your arms and hands that she knows all the stories to you, courtesy of you telling them to her in the deepest of the night as her head lay on your bare chest when sleepiness was absent.

She came up behind you while you were slightly leaning on the controls, encircling her hands around your stomach, laying her cheek across the side of your back as she watched the view of the endless clouds. This is where she loved to be, anywhere with you, no matter the place.

When you felt her hands on your abdomen a sense of warmness spread throughout your body at just her touch; what she could make you feel in just a matter of seconds was a feeling you always loved.

There was a few moments of sereness that passed by before her face shifted away from the clear window to face your back.

“I really missed this.”

You let out a small chuckle, pivoting your head scarcely to the left so you could see her out of the corner of your eye. “I never knew you were so needy, babe.”

She slaps your back with her right arm at your tease which causes you to tremble away from her grip but eventually turn towards her, leaning back on the controls now so you were face to face. 

“Well you have been away to satisfy my needs, and I can only do so much.” She expressed softly with a playful angry expression on her face as she stands on her toes to connect both your lips once and for all.

The laughter within your stomach automatically ceases as her plump lips come in contact with yours, being substituted with a desire. Your hands were quick to move up to her hips and gradually down to her plump bottom, giving a gentle squeezing. 

A soft moan discharged from her closed throat at the pressure that was so close to where she needed you to be. Her lips miraculously worked with yours in an erotic dance as the force of the kisses made each of your heads move back and forth. Her hands unhurriedly came up to your firm stomach for balance, her hands skimming over your clothed breast which made a groan escape between your parted lips as you came out of the kiss for air.

No words were uttered as you wordlessly looked into her eyes for the next few seconds, her dilated pupils and the salacious look that resounded within her darkening orbs made you dive in for more of what you so badly dreamed for.

Your hands left the position on her lower half to quickly cup her face and bring her closer while her soft tongue pressed against the entrance of your lips for admission to your tongue. Bestowing her access by parting your lips, your tongues clashed together in simultaneous congruence. A deprived moan came from the pit of her throat from the way your mouth deliciously sucked on her tongue. That eruption from deep within her vocal cords was the moment something clicked on inside of you to grant her real satisfaction.

You swiftly picked her up by the rear and carelessly sat her down on top of the controls, damn the quinjet because if you go down this would be a gratifying last moment of your life. While still retaining a steady pace of indulging in Natasha’s succulent lips, your hurried hands tugged at the hem of her leggings. She snickered as she caught onto your intentions and lifted her bottom so you could quickly pull her lower garments off. 

Greedy fingers instantly met Natasha’s clothed cunt moments after her leggings had been moved and forgotten by her ankles. You took your middle and pointer fingers together and rubbed them against her clothed protruding clit. Provoking a loud moan from her; your breaths integrating from the brisk withdrawal by both of your damp lips. Her right hand presently snaked up the back of your neck while her left hand rested on your shoulder; making eye contact with her as you devoted more pressure on her clothed clit, her pupil now a tiny black speck in the sea of inveigle basil green. 

Her eyes squeezed shut as they rolled back while her mouth hung open and twitched from the constant motion happening right where she needed you to be, her head inclining forward as you pressed harder. Your sweaty foreheads came together for only a moment until you shifted your head to start sending temperate but firm kisses along her face and later neck.

You had enough of taunting her, wanting to feel her needy opening sucking up your digits. Impatiently pushing aside her lacey panties as you were met with a beyond moist sticky cunt; quick to find her clit and begin irritating it for more pressure. 

Natasha’s celestial moans and faltering sighs filled the quinjet's advanced space, luckily it was just you two, or else things would have been inconvenient. Although your fingers did not just stop at rubbing her clit, too eager you wait not one more second and plunged them straight into her opening. A coarse protracted whine came from her hushed mouth, as her face rested on your shoulder she took the opportunity to bite down to help with the influx of pleasure she acquired in such little time. 

This didn’t deter you as you only started to pump your digits quicker, the only sound echoing throughout the aircraft was your low grunts now and then, Natasha’s moans that began to sound more like yearning cries, and her pussy making various squelching noises that rang like music to your ears as you continued to hammer into her.

It didn’t take long before that tight knot within her stomach that had been itching badly inside of her, in demand to be undone, finally erupted. When that knot flared deep in the pit of Natasha’s stomach that’s when a real guttural whine escaped from her lips. You knew she was quite the verbal person in intimate situations like this, but the moan that was unleashed from her sounded extra-terrestrial, an almost jarring roar that was brought out from a hidden place inside her.

You weren’t close to being done yet, the second you remove your fingers from her center a tired objection came from her heavy breathing mouth. Her muddled head leaned back until her heavy eyes looked upon your face, her creased eyebrows hinted to her examining your sudden action to stop. Before she could let out a weak protest you stuck your soaked fingers that had just been buried inside her past her plump lips and flat onto her unexpectant tongue.

She sucked her juices from your fingers slowly in a seductive manner as she kept eye contact with you; your knot within starting to beg for release just from the way her pristine lips grasped around your digits and slowly slid down the expanse of your fingers. When she popped the fingers out of her mouth you immediately brought them up to your lips to get a taste, unknowingly to you Nat’s eyes hazily watching the movement of your hands and the way you searched for any leftover taste of her on your fingers only for it all to be gone.

In a matter of seconds, your lips instantly met Natasha’s again, causing a groan to leave her from the force of roughness. In your little plan, you had found what you were looking for, but there was still some leftover taste of Nat scattered on her tongue. A deep moan set free from her drowsy self at the feeling of you sucking her tongue harshly. She brought her head away from yours slowly, a string of mixed saliva drooping between your faces as both your lustful eyes stared deep into one another's souls.

“There’s more where that came from.” She uttered in a husky voice.

After dispatching another quick peck to her lips, you sank to the ground in an instant. Your knees collided against the hard steel just as Natasha had spread her legs open, wide enough for you to have full sight of her exalted pussy that could never be replicated. Natasha took her bottom lip in between her teeth and smirked from the way you were taking time to adore her bare cunt as if she hadn’t told you to continue the vulgar actions that you were performing moments earlier.

It didn’t take you any longer to get back into the swing of things as your face merged into her sodden cunt, her thighs encompassing your head as her radiant smell plagued your sense as you took a deep breath in. Sticking your deprived tongue out from behind your lips that were submerged in her center, licking an elongated vertical line up her center. Her shivering that knocked you off your course made you resort to wrapping your hands around her outer thighs to keep her in place, talking into her pussy which sent a thundered hum attack her clit which stimulated her so much that she bucked and whined like a lost wolf that has strayed from its pack.

Her body shuddered from your attempted talking inducing numerous buttons on the control deck to be pressed while some switches flicked on and off. Your grip on her thighs constricted to ensure she changed no controls that would cause the quinjet to plummet to the ground instantaneously. Even with a slight chance of crashing, you stretched your hungry tongue past her entrance, and as deep as your face would let you without suffocating, making this another satisfying moment to go out. 

Your tongue wriggled back and forth inside of Natasha, numerous times pressing on the bundle of nerves that made her go crazy each time you hit it just right. Natasha needed something to hold onto as the knot in her came undone even more each second, her pale fingers sliding in between your locks and barring onto the roots. You hissed slightly from the tugging she would do every few seconds from hitting her g-spot now and then. That didn’t hold you back from going deeper as her taste was so addicting, her juices being like holy ale sent down from above just for you only, sacred nectar that could never be found anywhere on the earth no matter how hard you searched. 

Ultimately getting lost in the tempo and taste of Natasha brought her to another orgasm that struck her harder than last time tenfold, you were always so proficient with your tongue that she could never get enough. This time no sound was emitted from her opened mouth, only a sound of strangulation as she failed to take in air. Her tense chest heaved in and out as she got a hold of her breath but was still moments into seeing the stars. That was all muffled for you because she had you interlocked tightly within her pale plush thighs, her juices drenching your face as her cum oozed out from within her. You were entrapped, and truthfully, you don’t think you want to leave just yet.

At first, all you could do was helplessly stare at the screen, soaking in all the engrossing action-packed scenes and eye-opening visuals that had your mouth agape in awe, until she walked in. Her long deep auburn locks sway in all types of directions from her steady movements, reeling you in and taking your attention away from the attention-grabbing flatscreen instantly. The way her hips perfectly rocked side to side as she took each step closer to where you were, coming to a full stop in front of you while your eyes grazed over every inch of her faultless figure. 

Your mouth stayed parted as you sat silently in front of the staggering beauty, staring at her with adoration, you didn't dare blink once afraid of missing an ounce of her alluring presence.

“Hey, Wanda.” You rasped out, taking in an uneven deep breath as you continued to stare.

She knew how you felt about her since you two have been seeing each other on the low for about five months now, fucking each other senseless most nights you caught yourselves alone together. By now you knew every inch of each other bodies but it still amazed her how much of a lovesick fool you acted around her in public.

You both agreed there was no point in telling the others because their maturity level was too low to uphold that type of information anyway, plus the constant teasing and jokes would make both of you insane. But if the team really wanted to know it wouldn't take much to figure out what was going on with all the time you and Wanda spent out of the compound together, talking secretively, eating lunch together almost every day, and always being close to one another. The proof is evident to those who aren't blind. 

Wanda didn't respond to your greeting as she took a seat right next to you, awfully too close to your thighs, almost sitting in your lap. You sucked hard on your cheeks to suppress the urge to touch her to the best of your ability. There were others in the room although their eyes were glued to the screen, you still didn’t want to risk it.

Clint passed out straightaway when the movie started to play, he took up the plush velvet loveseat that was basically his from how often he resided there. While Natasha sat on an armchair to the side of the sectional you were currently sitting on. She was in your line of sight, her legs hanging from the armrests as she intently stared at the flashing screen, unbothered by the both of you.

“Hi,” Wanda answered simply with rosy cheeks, becoming flustered by the way you were staring at her, “what are you watching?”

It took a few moments for you to process what she said and then come up with a response because you were too busy caught in a trance staring at the way her mouth was moving.

“Oh, nothing- I mean just a movie.” You said quickly, your sudden rush in words causing her eyebrows to quark up and a small smirk to form on her lips.

“It seems like the only thing you're watching right now is me, precisely my lips.” She replies with a light chuckle, bathing in your attention.

But all you could do is nod your head subtly, looking off into the distance because of the slight embarrassment you were feeling. Not responding to her as your hand came up to scratch the back of your neck that wasn't itching.

In the next second, she bent down, her face mere inches away from yours as she navigated her mouth to the shell of your ear. “Don’t worry, moya lyubov'. I love it when I make you stutter and act like a fool with just my presence.”

The only answer she receives is a small smile from you and a quick nod. Her stomach doing backflips at the way she has gotten you the noisy, cocky, smart-ass to subdue into a calm and demure version that she adored. She admired every single part about it, the way your eyes would dance around her body sending furtive tingles down her spine, or the way you subtly licked your lips as you locked eyes with her which made her want to jump on you instantly and send kisses down your warm neck that she loved sucking on, dearly.

With her thoughts clouded on the only thing possible for her in this situation, which is kissing you she slowly moves away from your ear and towards your dry lips. A playful smirk appears on her face as she comes forward to capture your lips in a kiss. When she is a second away from taking your lips on you avert your head in the other direction, your lips barely grazing hers. Her eyebrows scrunch together as she takes her head back and looks at you in a baffled mien.

You stiffly get up from your position on the couch and talk to her in a hushed tone while bringing your hand up to her arm, “Come on, you know we can't do that here.”

A small sweet pout finds its way on her face and you quickly look away knowing you won't be able to deny anything she wants if you continue staring at her.

“Your lips were very dry, I wanted to moisturize them for you.” She told you quietly while bringing her hand up to the side of your face so you could look at her again, only then did you catch the disappearing grin held on her face.

But you quickly dismissed her offer, shaking her off. You touched your lips feeling that they were in fact very dry. You gave a quick lick to your lips to tame the dryness, for now, not noticing the way Wanda’s eyes quirked up at the movement. “Well, then I better go get some buttery popcorn to help them.” And you briskly walked off towards the direction of the kitchen not waiting to see Wanda’s reaction. She let out a huff of breath and muttered a fine then sat back on the couch, crossing her arms over her body as she rolled her eyes and looked around the room.

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When you came back to your spot on the couch with your arms full of bagged candied junk and a big bucket of popcorn that you drenched in butter, ready to get your hands messy if it meant there was more flavor. You were expecting to see Wanda sitting next to your spot but instead the whole sectional was empty when you picked up your head in confusion that's when you spotted her; in reality them.

There Wanda was, sitting on Natasha’s lap, her position had changed so now she was sitting properly in the chair as Wanda was sitting horizontally on her lap, her legs hanging off the side of the armrest. Your fingers clenched tightly as you squeezed the life out of the candy bags in your fist. Irritation bubbling up inside of you fast, or was it jealousy? You didn't care to figure out which ones it was as you sat down grumpily with a displeased face.

You glanced over to Natasha and Wanda every now and then, seeing the way Nat’s hand was resting too low on Wanda’s back for your liking. Your lip raised in disgust as anger boiled inside of you, all of your focus now on the pair. You turned your head away quickly, rolling your eyes in the process as you glanced back at the screen, a cloud of envy overcoming you. Seeing Natasha be that close to Wanda made your skin crawl, she was yours, not hers, so why was Wanda entertaining that idea with a slick smile on her face,

Wanda could feel you staring daggers into the side of her head and she was enjoying every second of it. It was rare for her to ever see an ounce of jealousy pour out from you but she wanted to try something new for once and see your reaction, and she loved it. From the corner of her eye, she could see how your gaze stayed fixated on her. How your jaw was clenching and unclenching each time Natasha rubbed her backside and gripped her waist a little tighter.

She even made eye contact with you multiple times, staring into your pique-filled irises and she couldn't help but smirk and send a small wave your way, biting her lip to add an extra bit of pettiness because she knew what it did to you. All you could do was look away with a roll of your eyes, their intertwined hands replaying in your mind hundreds of times over, gritting your teeth slowly behind your closed mouth.

You tried to keep your attention on the tv and not on Wanda even though you could hear her snicker and whisper at Natasha every few seconds, the sound of Natasha's laughter adding fuel to the displeasure you were feeling. You sat bitterly munching on the popcorn that you no longer had much enthusiasm for, but it was something that was distracting you for now at least.

When you finished all your snacks and popcorn in record time you continued staring at the glowing screen that was not getting your full attention, your arms crossed with a grudge now accustomed to your face. But it was when a familiar loud muffled laugh reached your ears your head flipped over towards the direction of the disruption, you wished you hadn't turned around because it was an eyesore. 

Wanda was chuckling into Natasha’s neck as Natasha’s hand firmly gripped her ass, by this time irritation had fully consumed you long ago and you were just waiting for the breaking point where you went erratic and now was that time.

You abruptly got up from the couch and snatched all your wrappers and empty popcorn bowl, flinging them onto the kitchen counter as you passed it on the way to your room. Your heavy steps thundered in the quiet hallway, followed by a harsh slam of a door. While you were in your room brewing in hatred, Wanda and Natasha had witnessed the sudden outburst that made each of them pause their movements and watch you retreat to your room with hunched shoulders. 

A frown came to Wanda’s face when she thought she took it too far, quickly releasing herself from Natasha’s hold and sitting down when you had previously sat, guilt clouding her consciousness as she wrapped herself in her arms. She wanted so badly to go and comfort you but she thought you wouldn't want to see her face so soon after the stunt she pulled. Internally scolding herself for inflicting those images that would have definitely gotten her riled up if she saw you wrapped in Natasha’s arms.

While Wanda was still reprimanding her actions in her head while staring down at her lap she failed to notice you entering back into the common room, concealed in your favorite wool grey blanket. She only noticed your presence when she felt a dip in the couch and your chummy arm wrapped around her shoulders causing her to jump from the abruptness. But when she turned to look she saw a slick smile on your face that made a shiver run down her spine. Her eyes narrowed just slightly as her eyebrows pinched together in perplexity.

She continued to look at you in bewilderment as you squeezed her shoulder with your hand and brought her body closer to yours. She didn't question a thing and went along with the strange behavior you were displaying if it meant that you forgave her for her earlier incautious antics that she deeply regretted. It surprised her greatly when you proceeded to wrap the thick blanket over her body, hiding both your bodies under the large duvet, your familiar scent wafting into her nose. She stiffened in her spot, shoulder tense and mouth tight-lipped. She brought her face back towards the screen and faked interest as she tried to calm herself down from your peculiar behavior. 

Then she felt your callous hands slide their way onto her bare thighs, her breath becoming shallow as she started to feel that familiar vibrating pulse that made her shut her eyes tightly and breathe in through her nose deeply. Just like how she knew what her lip-biting did to you, you knew how your touch affected her gravely. You let out a low chuckle into her ear at her reaction that you could never get enough of, tightening your grip on her slightly quivering thigh while your free hand moved the stray hair from the side of her face then sent a soft kiss to her temple.

She let out a soft gasp as her hand unconsciously moved under the blanket toward her heated center. The tension built up too much for her to properly function right now and she had to ease a little of it, at least that's what she told herself. You know exactly what she was doing the moment her arm moved under the blanket, your eyes following it attentively as it stopped above her center, a smug grin overcoming your face. Your hand was quick to move from her thigh and meet her hand at her center.

You clicked your tongue three times to catch her attention and whispered, “Filthy brats like you are always impatient.” You scold her with a sneering tone, biting her earlobe and making her shudder on the spot.

“I’m sorry.” She breathes out, eyes shut as more tension is added.

“It’s a little too late for that, sweetheart.” You hiss into her ear, a small whine releasing from the back of her throat when she feels your fingers rub over her clothed pussy.

“I really am, I really regret it. Please-.” She whispers out to you. Looking you deeply in the eyes, now it’s becoming hard for you to stay mad at her when she gives you that look. Her needy fingers quickly grip yours as she moves them past her pants and thong directly to her clit, “here.” She finishes off by biting her lip tenderly and staring enchantingly into your dour eyes.

You immediately remove your fingers from under her thong and pull it back causing it to snap back onto her aching clit, smiling as you see her close her eyes from the abrupt pleasure she has been longing for. 

You bring your mouth impossibly close to her ear and whisper out, “Then you should’ve thought before you acted like such a dirty little slut.” A muffled moan comes from her as you wrap the palm of your hand over her mouth, silencing her.

She squirms in her spot, begging for your fingers to play with her down under again, but she knows she can't be too loud in case she attracts attention and that's what makes the smug smile reappear on your face. When you make eye contact with her, you so badly want to stop the teasing and give her what she so desperately needs when a small pout forms on her precious face while her eyebrows furrow together instantly, but you hold out a little longer. 

Everything changes when you hear a loud laugh ring through your ears, disrupting your out-of-control thoughts about all the things you wanted to do to Wanda right now, how your mouth itched to be on every inch of her body. Your head shot towards the irksome sound, your eyes traveling to a very giggly Natasha who was doubling back in laughter.

You started to become infuriated with the way Natasha seemed to keep coming in between you and Wanda and out of anger, your hands squeezed like they normally did when you got too mad and needed to physically expel the energy. What you hadn’t noticed was your hand unconsciously traveling down towards Wanda’s center and encasing it in the palm of your hand, applying harsh pressure when you squeezed your fist.

This caused Wanda to let out a prolonged gruff moan that immediately shut Natasha up, making her head whip toward your direction. A conniving smirk appears on your face when you make eye contact with Natasha whose lips are pressed so tightly together that they form a straight line. While you're too busy reveling in the way Natasha’s confounded face enlightens you, you fail to notice the way her eyes trail to a still Wanda whose head hangs down as she pants with an open mouth while her eyes are pinched shut. 

Natasha’s eyes automatically raise at the sight, her head instantly snapped back towards the now not-so-enticing screen attempting to clear her mind of what just happened. Your venomous stare is still on her figure until there is messy panting in your ear, turning over to see Wanda resting her head on your shoulder as she grinds her hips into your still-stiff hand, her movements quenching her thirst for you to give her pleasure.

You decide to indulge in her urges and cup her cunt with such vigorousness that an oncoming moan gets trapped in her throat and her eyes roll to the back of her head in gratification. The next thing she does while she is in this intense moment of nostalgia is bite her bottom lip firmly. Once her plump bottom lip pops out of her pearly white teeth’s grasp you start breathing again.

“Fuck, you’re doing it again.” You groan out. Your other hand snaking up her waist, her trembling figure tucked close to you again, “teasing me like that when you know I can't have you fully.” You conclude which makes her give out a hazy chuckle.

“Who says you can’t?” She whispers back, a little too loud, but you don’t care one bit.

This triggers a ferocious instinct within you when you hear her response and quickly move her hand under the blanket toward your crotch. Her eyes light up at the gesture and she bites the inside of her cheek as she feels a bulge coming from your sweats. Her eyes trail up slowly to yours and she licks her now dry lips, encasing your bulge with her nimble fingers that seemed to fit perfectly around it. 

“Suck it.” You burst out quietly, staring her down.

She lets out a laugh in a response to your absurd command but quickly stops when she realizes you weren't joking. Her face drops in all emotion when she realizes you were serious, her eyes shifting around the room to Clint who was, no surprise, still knocked out, and to a tense Natasha. When she looked back at you you were nodding your head for her to do it and that was all it took for her to dive under the blanket swiftly. Her fingers already pulling down at the waistband of your sweats. It caught you off guard how eager she was to do this, but you loved it.

A smug smile sat upon your face at her willingness to do this in front of others, her fingers gripped the false cock as she inserted it in her mouth the next second. Bopping her head up and down, slightly gagging from the pace along with your hand snaking up into her hair and pulling it tightly although not enough to be painful. A quiet moan releases from her lips at the force and she looks up at you from underneath the blanket, through a small crack formed by the blanket. The sight takes your breath away, your lips quivering slightly. 

The way she was staring so endearingly at you sent a slight shiver down your back, your hand coming to her chin and pulling up so the strap was no longer in her mouth, she didn't hesitate to obey. She placed her hands on your chest to steady herself while her face was inches away from yours, now out of the blanket.

“Let me kiss those pretty lips of yours.” You whispered softly, your hands finding their place on her hips, giving them a gentle squeeze.

Her lips teasingly came closer to yours, when you successfully locked lips you both took your time savoring the taste of each other's lips and not rushing the kiss as it was slowed. Wanda bit your bottom lips so she could have access to your tongue, letting your tongues quarrel together as you held her close.

Your scheming fingers trailed down her spine and towards her plump ass and sneakily went under her pants, passing her thong that held a large damp spot that had spread further up,  your hands found her bare ass giving it a tight squeeze. She responded by pressing down harder on your chest, her nails digging through the fabric of your shirt as she tried her best to stifle her moan and you tried your best not to grunt from the pressure.

At the same moment, Wanda’s head found its place under your chin, her strong coconut-scented shampoo wafted into your nose which made you smile more profoundly. You took a few seconds to cherish her warm presence in your arms, and so did she from the way she didn't move out of the embrace.

Wanda’s thong and pants were starting to bother you since they were getting in the way of your hands fully grasping her, so you quickly whispered in her ear, “Take them off.”

Wanda’s head backed up from its place under your chin and she sent a wary glare your way. The pressure from her hands on your chest became lighter and you knew she was questioning if she should really strip, in the common room with others out of all places. But you reassured her as you brought the blanket further up her back for better consolation. She had managed to get out of both her pants and thong in under thirty seconds, surprising you when she returned to give a few sloppy lingering kisses to you while her hips ground down onto you. Making your hands recoil as they came back to her waist 

Giving no notice to Wanda you wasted no time in shoving the silicon cock straight into her needy center, inducing a deep muffled moan from the red-headed goddess, and a slight groan from you as she sunk her teeth into your shoulder. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your own center started to be overcome with wetness. Your hips slowly grind up into Wanda’s soaking core, her tight pussy gladly welcoming the thick cock in.

The couch you were both sitting on started to shake violently from your intense deepening thrust that made Wanda see more than a million stars all at once, her eyes shut tight as her mouth hung open. Moans were the last thing to be released from her at the moment as she succumbed to her first climax of the night, you had plenty more to give her from her mischievous acts earlier.

Your hands clung around her waist, sure to leave deep purple marks. She spasmed above you, rigorously moving her hips into you to ride out her high. Your breath got caught in your throat at the sight of the extravagant beauty displayed in front of you, moving your head to the side to catch your breath. Not only did you catch the quick breath you needed but Natasha’s wondering eyes. A cocky smirk appeared on your lips as a single drop of sweat slid down your face to solidify her internal questions.

Eye contact between you and Natasha remained as you kissed the side of Wanda’s sweat-laced temple, Wanda still coming down from her high and attempting to catch her breath at the same time. Her uneven breaths became a soothing melody to your ears as your eyes remained on Natasha. A sadistic feeling clouded over you, telling Natasha that Wanda was yours without uttering a single word.

Your hips wasted no time getting back into action, your thrusts were deeper this time as you continued to stare down Natasha. Wanda practically clung onto you for dear life as her overstimulation made her want to combust then and there. Her futile shaky moans moved you to thrust your hips quicker and harder, making her much more vocal than she would have liked to be in a public setting.

Natasha was all too aghast to look and started to feel the hairs on the back of her neck rise from the uncomfortableness, she wasted no time in staying to listen and watch any longer. 

All it took was one second of you turning to look at Wanda as she started to pant your name messily while burying her head into your shoulder. You could feel her perky nipples poking out onto your chest which increased your desire for her even more. But by the time you looked back, there was no sight of the stunned woman, a fiendish smile corrupting your features.

You focused your attention back onto the convulsing woman that held on to you for dear life. Continuing to whisper sweet nothing into her ear as she came down from her second high of the evening, cherishing the way she felt within your grasp. Running your brawny fingers across her back while gripping her enticing curves.

You had enough of your fun for now and wanted to fully admire her behind closed doors where you worked best. “Let’s take this to the room, shall we?” You solemnly murmured in her ear. But she was all out of words as she only nodded against your collarbone and brought her head up to lazily gaze into your adoring eyes.

It took less than five minutes for both of you to be tangled beneath your silk sheets, desires running wild as the fun truly began.

“Why should I? What’s there to do? Where is there to go, huh?” You burst out, turning around in your chair in one quick motion, effectively silencing her.

Your friend, Wanda was too stunned to speak from your words so she stood at the door with her hands wrapped around her torso. 

“Because… it’s- it hurts seeing you like this every day.” She spoke quietly.

“Well, no one asked you to come here! I never requested your presence, not once!” You shouted back, letting your suppressed emotions rage out. Wanda faintly flinched from the tone of voice you emitted, her knuckles turning white from the pressure she was applying to her bunched hands. 

“I know you didn’t ask me but I wanted to come, you’re my friend-” She was cut off.

“Yeah, friend, ok, like that hasn’t stopped people from leaving before,” You muttered under your breath, loud enough for Wanda to hear.

Wanda looked away instantly and sucked in a shallow breath, it was eating away at her to see you in this condition. You were all she had left and seeing the way you spoke with such hostility towards her shattered her heart.

“Well, I’m sorry for caring Y/n, has it ever crossed your mind that I haven’t left you, and never will?” She snaps, her hands flying to her sides as she advances on you, looking down on you which made your eyes falter just for a second.

“When will you realize that I don’t need you, Wanda. Just because I’m crippled doesn’t mean I need your ‘support’.” You yelled back, enmity dripping from your words as you yelled your true thoughts out.

Wanda lost all hope of having a civil conversation with you today, but in reality, she never actually had a civilized conversation with you for months. She walked out of the room the next second, you were hot on her heels moving to slam the door shut with the best of your strength you barely had to begin with.

You let out a huff in anger and wheeled your way back to the window, one more person gone. You stared out the window and saw Wanda’s retreating form, she was wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her cloth shirt as she marched down the hill towards her red Buick Verano. Deep down you didn’t want her to leave but you didn’t know how to speak up and say it, deep down you did need Wanda for the emotional support you needed greatly.

You have always felt as if there was a dark cloud that followed you around everywhere, you’ve always felt as if there was something wrong with yourself but you could never seem to get away from the thoughts, so they ate at you. You distanced yourself from your family and close friends unconsciously and made yourself believe that everyone was leaving you when it was the exact opposite.

So when the accident happened a few months ago, everything finally snapped for you, losing the ability to walk was the most strenuous thing that has ever happened to you. Now it gave people a real physical reason to look at you with such pity that you deeply despised. A permanent scowl rested on your face, you were sick of it all. All of the looks, all of the emotions, all of the struggle. You detested yourself so much like you were trapped in a revolting body that you felt confined to against your will. You had stopped looking into the mirror when you used the bathroom and stared up when moving in the wheelchair so you didn’t have to look at the limp limbs that brought so much more darkness upon you.

But at the same time, your feelings about the situation were a little exultant, how you now had a real reason for people to accept your demoralizing behavior. Somewhere in your mind, you thanked the drunk driver who carelessly crashed into the side of your automobile and shattered your spine. It also gave you a reason to quit and give up, and that's why you were currently being held in a psychiatric hospital where nurses invaded your privacy every hour and you felt unbearably uncomfortable all the time. But at the end of the day, she brought herself here, isolating herself to the point of extreme loneliness.

Now knowing that everyone that has tried coming close to you is gone you can no longer bear to look out the window, turning herself away from it and wheeling herself over to your bed, unfolding the corner of the sheets that you could reach and doing your best to get onto the bed. Once you propped herself up on the bed, swinging your flimsy legs over the edge and tucking them further into the sheets you let out a sigh of relief. Not having to look at your legs anymore brought you some fulfillment, you were also pleased with the way you got into bed. Not having to ask for help even though the bed was lowered specifically for you but that didn’t matter to you because you haven’t slept in your bed ever since you arrived here. Too much of a burden attempting to get in and out every single day and you didn’t want to put any effort into it and opted to stay remained in the wheelchair, accepting your fate that you didn’t have to stick to.

Day by day you stayed in the same position, curled up in the bed whose sheets were too thin and the comforter reeked of antiseptics. Your head remained in the same position on the firm pillow, tears not daring to escape your fatigued eyes. You stared off into the distance, looking at the unadorned white wall, you felt as if you were looking at yourself in a mirror, eerily bare. You refused to turn around and have that window in your view, you hated the frayed and worn-out window that has been your constant view for months.

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You couldn’t figure out why you no longer wanted to look out the window, but unknown to you that’s the sign everything was about to change. While in isolation multiple nurses came over to check on you and get you to eat but each time they came around you got more still and silent, hoping they would go away. You knew that when they left they were scribbling down paragraphs on your behavior and what doses of drugs to fill you up with to fix you.

This time of intense seclusion gave you time to swim around in your deep dark thoughts and process what was to be the rest of your life. And as you fell into sleep each night you imagined being surrounded by your family members who were either dead or fell out of contact with you. Making up scenarios in your head of happy moments that never existed, but at least it was a distraction that you needed from the mass loneliness you felt so often.

As more and more of the dreams started to occur, you got stuck in a world of make-believe, building fake connections with made-up people that put a sorrowful smile on your face. But it all stopped the second you were brought back to reality to see that you now had needles injected into your arms, and machines surrounded you. Your squinted crusted eyes looked around the fluorescent consumed room, possibly thinking you had made it to the gates of heaven. But as your eyes adjusted to the light you realized you were still in the harrowing hospital room you longed to leave even if it was just for one second, your permanent frown deepening. 

As you looked around more you found Wanda curled up in the hospital room's plastic uncomfortable armchair, your heartstrings tugged and twisted deeply in your chest at the sight, feeling guilty for having put her in this position, you questioned why she was still here pretending to care.

A sudden stinging feeling spiked in your throat and you started to cough harshly, trying to remove the lodged object from your mouth. Your heart monitor started to beep rapidly, effectively shaking Wanda right from her deep sleep. She shot up from the armchair, eyes frantically searching the room when they landed on your struggling figure, rushing over to your bedside and removing your hands from clawing at the feeding tube more.

“No, no you need that. You can’t remove it, please Y/n.” Wanda pleaded with teary eyes.

It was hard for you to keep eye contact with her, after all this time it was still another type of hurt when you saw Wanda crying or overly emotional. So you opted to look away from her daunting eyes and to her limp fingers that wrapped around each other.

A sharp pang in Wanda’s heart at seeing you redirect your gaze, but she knew that you couldn’t talk from the tube, and somehow that made her feel better so she wouldn’t be able to hear your venomous words full of malicious intent.

“I thought I lost you,” She spoke softly, gently resting her hand on your cold arm. “You can’t die.”

This made you look up at her with wide eyes, searching for dishonesty, and tears started to form in your eyes.

“I know you won’t believe this, but I care for you, deeply. You might think everyone abandoned you, but Y/n I’m still here and I always will be. You are loved.” She said calmly, watching a single tear slip from your shallow eye.

You shook your head in denial and moved away from Wanda’s soothing touch, but Wanda didn’t take it harshly as she swiftly climbed on the bed and curled up next to your stiff form.

“I can’t lose you,” Wanda spoke, breaking the short silence.

Your harsh breathing started becoming shallow at Wanda’s confession, you hadn’t thought about what this has done to Wanda. How you never really cared to ask or know what goes on in her life since she told you how you were her only friend at the beginning of your relationship. 

Suddenly you felt very selfish about never caring to ask or even check up on her to see if she was doing ok because you wished someone would have done that to you sooner before everything got progressively deplorable. At this moment you realized that you might have not wanted her company, but Wanda needed yours. 

You wrapped your hand around Wanda’s shoulders, pulling her in tighter. Instead of sitting here resenting and ignoring her, you could try to make the situation better and accept her advances to heal your chipped relationship. 

You realized that you were both in some way broken and in need of healing, just expressing the affliction differently, you would rather do it together than apart. You wanted to be there for Wanda because, in the end, she was all you had left and why would you waste your time in your thoughts making up imaginary scenarios of fake happiness when you could get the real thing from in front of you.

You could come together and heal instead of staying separated, over time your bond would eventually become just as strong as when you first bumped into each other at the library all those years ago, how Wanda didn’t let you out of her grasp after that. Now thinking back on how you were never truly lonely, or maybe it was because you were two lonely people who stuck together just to have someone.

You would learn to focus on yourself and your needs while being there for Wanda who fundamentally was also very dolorous. Also realizing that you weren’t bound to the self-deprecating loneliness that you felt so often, now you had a chance to change it, alter the course of your feelings, and your fate, and move forward one step at a time, together with Wanda.