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IM SCREAMING im just imagining bucky surrounded by a bunch of small black widows and he keeps mixing up their names and most of them are like ok that's the winter soldier i ain't gonna correct him... But this one girl actually has the guts to stomp her tiny gymnast foot down on his toes and say "my name is NOT anastasia" before walking away and doing a perfect routine on the bars
This is definitely a thing that happened.
Also fun to imagine: Buckeroo as having been the doting older brother of multiple baby sisters, and knowing EXACTLY WHAT TO DO WITH HIS NEW TINY FRIENDS, so that his increasingly exasperated handlers have to keep reigning in their asset while holding emergency meetings all like ‘what is going on?? What is this malfunction???’
- Sir, today I entered the target range to find the Winter Soldier braiding asset #66309′s hair. Yes, sir. Pigtails, sir.
- SOLDAT stop that immediately, those ropes are for teaching the assets how to escape from captivity, not for double dutch
- SOLDAT the training program makes no reference to “princesses” or “hot lava”
- SOLDAT you are not a bear. Asset #66308 stop giggling.
- There is no story time in the Red Room
- stOP THAT AT ONCE
- GOOD GOD
- WILL YOU
- SIR THEY ARE CLIMBING ALL OVER ME, THEY ARE DEMANDING THAT I ALSO PRETEND TO BE A BEAR
- REQUESTING IMMEDIATE BACKUP
- SOLDAT S T O P G I G G L I N G
Short Notice - Natasha Romanoff & Bucky Barnes
Nat x daughter reader
Bucky x daughter reader
Warnings: none
Word count: 1,505
Summary: Nat has to go on an emergency mission and there's only one person to watch over her daughter. Her daughter's father.
Authors Note: mentions of what the red room does to women. Also, I really wanted it to be known that Bucky wants to spend time with their daughter, I have a family member that considers watching his own daughter as babysitting and that’s just wrong. Its not babysitting if it’s your kid.
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“Do you have to go?” Y/n whined sadly sitting on her mom’s bed, watching her pack a duffle bag full of essentials.
“I can’t stay this time sweetheart. I’m sorry.” Natasha apologized to her daughter. They had planned some mother and daughter time but this mission had to do with someone Natasha put away years ago. She hate’s when missions like this one come up, where she has to just leave immediately with no warning.
“Who will I be staying with this time?” Y/n asked swinging her legs off the side of the bed.
Nat sighed knowing that this was going to be not an easy one. Normally Wanda would watch over Y/n, but she had left yesterday on her own emergency mission. “I’ll tell you when I finish packing, ok?”
“Ok.” Y/n smiled up at her mom.
Y/n is the child of Natasha Romanoff in an interesting way. The RedRoom decided that since Natasha was one of their best why waste the genes, so they froze her eggs before completing the “graduation” process. They kept it a secret, the RedRoom used their secret plan and put it into action not long after the battle of New York. That’s when they created y/n. Steve and Nat were on a mission a couple of years back when they had found out about the RedRooms little side project. All the Avengers helped and searched till they found Nat’s baby. All of them understanding that Nat couldn’t have more kids so they needed to help her get the only one she has back to her. It didn’t take more than a month or two before they found out where they were hiding her. After taking out everyone in the base, searching the rooms Natasha found a little 3 year old. Locked in a room with just a mattress and a blanket. Natasha immediately walked into the room squatting down to seem more friendly toward the little toddler, but as if on instinct the little girl just ran (as best she could) over to the redhead. Leaping into her arms, Nat wrapped her up tight holding her baby into her chest. Sadly for the first time. Ever since then, Y/n became part of the avengers little family, and Nat finally got to have her own little family. A child. A daughter.
“Be safe mommy.” Y/n added like she always does before her mom went on any mission.
“I will.” Natasha smiled at her daughter’s words. With that Nat lead Y/n out into the living room to eat lunch, once Y/n was happily eating and watching tv Nat left off in search of someone who could watch her while she’s gone. And she had the perfect person in mind.
Nat knocked on the door waiting for it to open, and once it opened she took a deep breath. “Hey, Bucky.”
Bucky was shocked to open his bedroom door and see Natasha there. He thought she had already left on her mission. And judging by the look on her face something wasn’t right. “Hey, Nat. What’s wrong?”
Nat shook her head. “Nothing wrong.”
Bucky laughed a small laugh letting out a huff of air. He knows her better than she thinks. Bucky leaned forward looking her right in the eyes. “That’s not what your eyes are saying.”
“I have to leave on an emergency mission, and I have no one to watch Y/n.” She knew Bucky knows her well but not that well. She’s a spy for goodness sake. “Look normally Wanda, Tony, or Clint would do it. But Clints not here, Tony’s at a fundraiser thing that Pepper wouldn’t let him out of, and Wanda had to leave on her own mission.”
Bucky reached out holding into Nat’s shoulders with an amused smile. “Nat, you can breathe. I’d love to watch her. I’m just shocked that you would ask me.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Natasha asked with confusion. “Bucky, you’re her father.”
“Yeah, but Nat we’ve been introducing me slowly to her.” Bucky pointed out.
“She loves you Bucky.” Nat stated as fact to him. She could see how he was slightly nervous about watching their daughter. It’s not like has any reason to be nervous though. Y/n loves spending time with Bucky.
Bucky nodded. “Yeah but I’m still basically a stranger to her.”
“Well, it’s a good step. A bonding moment if you will.” Nat smiled at him. It seemed that her words helped Bucky relax some but not enough. “Relax Bucky. y/n already adores you. She’s going to love staying and hanging out with you for a couple of days.”
Bucky tilted his head, letting out a nervous laugh but he is relaxing a tiny bit. “Is it weird that I’m nervous and excited? I mean I don’t really know her as much as I should. But I’m also excited cause I do want to be in her life 24/7 and spend time with her.”
The time that Bucky has spent with their daughter he had enjoyed immensely. He wants to spend a lot more time with her, he just doesn’t want to mess it up.
Natasha could see it. In another life, her and Bucky together raising a kid together. Their kid.
It’s obvious to everyone how much Bucky cares about y/n and Natasha. How bad he feels that it all happened while he was the Winter Solider. Everyone could see how much effort he puts into making sure he doesn’t mess it up. The RedRoom had combined forces with HYDRA to create Y/n. The RedRoom’s best mixed with HYDRA’s best, the perfect spy and weapon. Thankfully for Y/n’s sake that never got to happen. Does she have the serum in her veins? Yes. Does she have Natasha’s abilities as well? Yes. But she didn’t have to go through either organization training methods or torture.
Not that either one has admitted it to the other and probably never will but both Natasha and Bucky could have seen this happening without the help of their ex-employers guess you could say. Bucky had helped train Nat, hell she could take him down easy. Both had somewhat of a fling with eachother around that time. Bucky was kept out of cyro long enough with training her that he had started to remember things, and with the help of Natasha, it was working. Sadly Natasha had already had her “graduation” ceremony in the RedRoom, so she couldn’t get pregnant but both like to believe that if it hadn’t already happened then that’s how Y/n would have been made. Granted she’d be older but still. It was a possibility.
Nat took a step closer to Bucky and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, giving him an appreciative smile. “You’ll do great, and thank you. I know it’s short notice.”
“Don’t need to thank me, Nat. Y/n/’s my baby girl too.” he shook his head, dismissing Natasha’s thanks. Bucky didn’t need to be thanked for watching over his own daughter. Y/n’s his little girl, spending time with her isn’t babysitting. He should be the one thanking Nat.
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“So I’ll be with Bucky while you’re gone?” y/n asked to clarify her mom’s words. The two had sat their daughter down on the couch in the living room to talk to her about staying with Bucky while her mom was away. Y/n has never stayed with Bucky before, so the two adults were nervous about her reaction. Bucky more than Nat since Natasha knows how much y/n adores Bucky, and loves spending time with him.
“Yeah.” Nat nodded as she and Bucky sat down across from her on the coffee table.
“As long as that’s ok with you.” Bucky said, wanting to make sure this would be ok with her. That she was comfortable with their plan. If it wasn’t then they could work something else out. Even if that would break Bucky on the inside.
“YES!” Y/n jumped up onto the couch, jumping up and down chanting “YES”.
Natasha and Bucky watched her in shock for a second before both started to smile and laugh at her reaction.
“I take it you like this arrangement?” Nat asked her daughter through a laugh.
“YES! I LOVE Bucky!” Y/n stated, giving them a look that screamed ‘duh’ and excitement.
Nat looked over at Bucky with a raised eyebrow and a smile that said ‘I told you so’. While Bucky’s face lit up at their little girls statement. “I love you too y/n/n.” Buck stated, catching y/n as she jumped into Bucky’s arms.
Nat couldn’t help it as Bucky looked over at her, an she gave him the ‘I told you, you had nothing to worry about’. Natasha loved the view of Bucky and Y/n together. Father and daughter. One thing is for sure, that Natasha could leave on the mission and not worry about a thing.
Kate in group chat : Why do I see (y/n) at a gay club
Clint: why are you at a gay club?
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the more i think of it the more i’m convinced i’m actually talking about the red room thank you and good day
i’m not convinced that y’all who do ballet aren’t secretly in a ninja cult. like come on. you’ve got the uniform that gets cooler as you progress, you’ve got the ultra-disciplined training for a set of age-old moves, you’ve got the air of mystery (no one who doesn’t do ballet really knows what goes on in a ballet school change my mind). most of all you’ve got the fights to the death
Yelena Belova lover ❤️❤️
As is tradition: yes I made this😂
Dreykov’s Daughter
Kara Danvers/Zor El x Red room reader
(Part Two)
TW: Child death, emotional abuse, death, manipulation and gaslighting mentions of ripping out fingernails hair and a few other things
It had been no longer than 15 minutes before you pulled yourself back into consciousness.
Surrounding you was a clear glass cell, you noted your weapons had been taken, but you hadn’t been changed out of your clothes. Your hands trailed over your arms, feeling for the cleverly concealed widow bites you had on your wrists. You almost sighed in relief when you felt the familiar grooves of the small weapons under your fingers.
“The hell are you doing?”
An angry looking Alex with her arms crossed over her chest glared at you aggressively, quite the contrast to Kara who stood directly beside her with an obviously forced look of anger on her face. She had patched up the wound you left on her, much to your disappointment. Such a shame, they made her look so pretty, the wonderful little drops of red running down her chest. You’d see more of it soon regardless, and that was enough to hold you over.
“Checking for injuries or injections, if that’s okay with you.”
You bit back sarcastically, rolling your eyes.
“Shut up. Who are you and who sent you?”
The woman demanded harshly.
“Why don’t you come in? I can’t hear you through all this glass.”
You replied with a smirk.
“I’m going to-“
“Agent Danvers.”
You saw the man you had previously identified as Hank Hanshaw enter the room.
“That’s enough. I’ll deal with her.”
You scoffed.
“Respectfully sir, I have ripped out my own teeth, hair and fingernails. There is not much you can do to me.”
A wave of pride washed over you as you watched Kara recoil. You were sure even Alex flinched a bit. She grumbled something and left the room. Hank continued to approach you.
Suddenly you felt something in your head, as if something were probing your mind. You narrowed your eyes.
“What are you doing?”
Almost the first time you’d been caught off guard and it was by a mind reading alien. How lucky.
Your eyes drifted close against their will and your memories flashed before your eyes.
— — — — — — — — — — — —
“But father! She’s my friend, I don’t want to!”
A younger you sobbed with your hands on either side of your best friends head.
“Friends are a weakness. You knew the rules and you broke them, there’s a punishment. Do it.”
Your friend was bloodied and beaten to a pulp, as were you. What made the experience even worse was that the girl wasn’t even struggling anymore. She had just given up, as if begging you to end it.
“Look at her. She never would have made it anyway, you’re helping her.”
Your father coaxed, urging you on. Urging you to do what you were born to do. Urging you to kill.
Snap
— — — — — — — — — — — —
Your eyes shot back open. Hank had a pitiful look in his eyes. Your face felt wet, you pulled a hand up to touch it. You must have been crying. You looked around. Alex had left, but Kara was right where she was before.
“What did you do?”
Your voice sounded so frosty the alien was sure the air was about to freeze.
“Your father? Is that who sent you?”
Hank raised his eyebrow.
“Doesn’t look like a great guy.”
That was the last straw. You activated your widow bites and shocked the man. Kara rushed to hold you back.
“Don’t ever talk about my father that way! I’ll kill you!”
You yelled as Kara grabbed your arms.
“I’ll kill you!”
“Calm down! What is wrong with you?!”
Kara hissed. You whipped your head around to face her. What was wrong with you? What was wrong with you?! You’re just doing your job, you’re just defending your family, isn’t that what she does? Such a hypocrite! It's not fair! She gets praised for the exact things you’re shamed for! She’s killed people too! Innocent civilians, criminals, even some of her closest friends! Kill her. Don’t disappoint him. You know what happens. Kill her. Your brain yelled. This is your life. This is your job. You’re doing the right thing. People like her are sick, people like her are wrong. Remember your home. Remember your lessons. Remember who loves you.
You silence your thoughts and take a breath. Get under control. Using your widow bites was a mistake. You let your emotions get a hold of you. You take another breath then sit down and go back to silence.
Kara hesitantly let go of you then left the room to make sure Hank was okay.
You went over your memory in your head. Since that day you had lost all hesitation when it came to the daily fights you had to go through in the red room. You had moved up to the top of your class and were your fathers most trusted student. He told you everything and you listened and followed orders. In Particular, he would tell you about your sister. He told you about how it was a widow who had defected who caused her so much damage. All you could think when he told you those stories was ‘how dare she’. How come she got to decide who loved and died? What right did that girl have to kill your sister after all your father had done for her. He taught her, fed her, clothed her, taught her, made her strong. He loved her. Just like he loved all of the widows. Just like he loved you.
You never made a friend again after that either. Not when you knew the consequences. Not after seeing the look in her eyes as you killed her. Not after you realized befriending anyone would give you to get to know them. To know what makes them happy, what makes them sad. Not when you would know all of that just to be forced to humanize them just for them to die at your hand or the hands of one of your classmates.
No matter, you would complete your mission and go back. Back to your father, back to your home.
Six Days Left.
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Hope you liked it! It’s a bit short but I ran out of ideas :(
Take me home. (1)
Summary: Yelena Belova had been a Widow ever since she could remember, and Katya was just another mission. Until she wasn’t.
Or.
What if it was Yelena who left someone behind?
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A/N: This was originally supposed to be a oneshot but they're just too silly.
Tags: Swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, kidnapping, cold Yelena
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
(Complete)
Link to fic on Ao3
Yelena skulks in the shadows of gloomy alleyways while waiting for her target to arrive walking her usual route.
For an ex Red Room spy she was far too hasty to fall into a routine. Well she wasn’t going to be an ‘ex’ Red Room spy for much longer.
Yelena had been sent out with orders to capture this ‘Rio Torrez’ and bring her back to where she belonged.
This girl had truly believed she would be able to live an ordinary life after escaping, finding roomates to settle down with and attending the local collage while taking hits on the side to make money.
To be fair she had gotten considerably far away, probably the furthest Yelena had ever seen a Widow get. But now it was time for her to return, willingly or unwillingly.
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After what feels like hours off schedule the girl starts walking down the street, turning into the alleyway which was a shortcut to her home.
“Awfully late to be walking out by yourself, hm?” Yelena steps out of the shadows and can immediately notice the girl’s shift in demeanour.
“Not interested.” She replies blunty, almost shoving past Yelena as she continues her journey.
“That’s no way to treat one of your superiours, Katya.” The use of her mother tongue has the girl’s attention and she turns back around, trying to mask her nerves.
“I go by Rio now.”
“It doesn’t matter, Rio, Katya, Agent 00687. I’m here to bring you back.”
“I’d rather die than go back there.” Katya’s tone is even and serious.
It’s not a very uncommon response for those Yelena captures, so it doesn’t have the desired effect.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this over with already."
Yelena produces a syringe with a cloudy liquide inside and rapidly approaches Katya, she retaliates by flicking out a sizeable knife.
Yelena can easily get the upper hand on the younger girl, she’s an experienced fighter but Yelena is older and faster.
She throws Katya against the wall, instantly picking up on when she cradles her right arm.
Yelena decides to take advantage of the girl’s presumed injury and lands a firm kick on it, which would most likely leave a lasting effect on an arm that wasn’t even previously affected.
It ends with Yelena pinning the girl down on the unforgiving and unsanitary street. Katya squirms and attempts to roll Yelena off of her, but it’s all in vain.
“I thought this would be a little more difficult, I must admit.” Yelena remarks, finally managing to get the girl still enough to inject her with the sedative safely.
“You’re just lucky I took a fall last week.”
”Excuses, excuses.” Yelena chides before sliding the needle into Katya’s neck, not getting back off of her until she completely stops moving.
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Katya stumbles in and out of consicousness for the next few hours, able to grasp four things:
She’s in a van, her hands and feet are bound very tightly, and she has no idea where she currently is or how long she’s been out.
An annoyingly familiar voice calls out to her from behind the caged front seat.
“You awake back there?”
Katya groans in response, trying every tactic to wake herself back up but the sedative is too strong for her to fend off more than a few seconds.
Eventually the back doors of the van open up, although Katya can’t even be sure that it’s the same one from before.
“We’ve arrived, sit up I need to untie you.”
“What? No, you can’t bring me back here!” The young girl’s voice lacks the confidence it did before, stripped down to the desperate plea of a traumatised teenager, never once met by sympathy.
“I’m just following orders. But you know that this is where you belong. Sit up.” Yelena’s voice is no longer playful, detaching herself to avoid the raw emotions of the situation as she had many times before.
Katya slowly pulls herself up to a sitting position, trying to ignore the nausea that came with it, and Yelena easily cuts through the rope she was bound with.
“Alright let’s go. You already aren’t on good terms with the general, best not to keep him waiting any longer.”
Katya’s heart feels as though it stops the moment she utters his name.
The General could decide who lived or died with a simple wave of his arm, he controlled everything, even Katya’s superiors who displayed a flicker of fear everytime he entered to observe training.
Yelena looses her patience and drags the younger girl out of the van herself, bringing her to the extration point.
Katya desperately scans the surroundings for any kind of cover or even weapon and her eyes land on a nearby forest.
She waits until Yelena is distracted taking out her phone and sends a kick directly to her liver, causing her to double over in pain and giving her enough time to make it to the treeline.
What if Peter's family was alive?
"Well, today we have a guest. Spiderboy is coming over to officially be introduced as an Avenger," said Tony striding into the room. Tony and Steve had settled their differences after the Civil War. Even though they weren't friends again, they were back together at the Avengers compound. "You mean Spiderman? The one who fought along your side? He seemed very strong back then." said, Wanda remembering how he was able to hold his own against her and the others.
They all kept quiet for a while remembering their encounter with Spiderman.
"He is here," announced Pepper, coming in. Behind her, entered a 16-year-old boy in a NASA t-shirt, a jacket and a backpack. "Who's he?" asked Clint, confused as to why was there a boy at the Avengers compound.
"Peter Parker; commonly known as Spiderman. I just said, he is coming over. Where's your head Legolas?" said Tony. "HE is Spiderman!? A 16-year-old!?" Steve called out and Tony shrugged.
"So, you are telling me, that a boy, a 16-year-old boy was in a war between the Strongest protectors of the earth! He was walking on walls, dodging Wanda's powers, stopping Bucky's metal arm and Steve's shield during the time he should have been at Math class!?" exclaimed Sam.
"You see, Mr Falcon, I was bitten by a spider when I was younger, that gave me many of their abilities like superhuman strength and agility. That is why I was able to stop Mr Barnes' and Mr Captain Rogers' shield. And I also have the spider ability to walk on walls." answered Peter, smiling from ear to ear. He had met the Avengers before but they were fighting back then. This time he was meeting them officially. He was an Avenger!
Natasha walked up to him and put out his hand. "Natasha Romanoff a.k.a Black Widow," she said. "Nice to meet you Ms Widow!" replied Peter, excitedly. One by one all the avengers introduced themselves. However, Peter had to leave after a while. "Mr Stark...I have mathlete practice. So...I have to leave." "Sure. I'll ask Happy to take you home," replied Tony.
"No, that's okay Mr Stark I'll go on my own," said Peter walking out of the room. He entered back in wearing his Spiderman suit. "Yeah, no. You are not going to school in that. Come on, change back in. Happy is downstairs he will take you." said Tony decidedly. "But Mr Stark-" started Peter but Tony shook his head and turned away. Peter changed back to his previous outfit. He waved at all the Avengers. "See you, Mr Stark!" "See ya, kid."
"His parents know he's Spiderman?" questioned Clint. "Long dead, Barton. Richard and Mary Parker. Stays with his Aunt. " replied Stark. Natasha stopped in her tracks.
"What did you say his mother's name was?" she asked. "Mary...Parker. Why do you ask?" Steve replied instead of Tony. 'Mary Fitzpatrick..."
"That's her maiden name. How did you know that Romanoff?" asked Tony, visibly surprised. "Nat, did you know her?" asked Clint. "In the Red Room, while on missions my name was Mary Fitzpatrick. I was Mary Parker..." she replied
What if Peter's Family was Alive? (Part 2)
"You were what!?" exclaimed Tony. "Mary Fitzpatrick," replied Natasha sounding calm.
"You are Spiderman's mother?" questioned Steve. "Apparently" "Why didn't you tell us?" asked Clint. "Because I didn't know that myself." "How does one NOT remember giving BIRTH!?" screeched Tony. He was very upset by the fact apparent fact that Natasha could be Peter's mother. "The Red Room must have forced her to forget. Given her something that made her," replied Wanda. A silence settled in the room.
Natasha had always wanted kids of her own. When she had visited Clint's family, met Cooper and Lila, her longing had increased. But now that she found out that she had a kid of her own, she didn't know what to feel. Was she happy? Was she shocked? Was she...scared?
What if he doesn't like me? What if he hates me for leaving him? For forgetting about him? Why do I not remember him? Or...Richard for the fact? What had happened? How do I tell him? How will he react? Doesn't he live with his Aunt? Doesn't that make her my sister-in-law? I have a....family? All these were running inside her head.
"We will have to tell them about this Tony," said Sam and Tony slumped in his chair nodding. "Should I give them a call?" asked Wanda, looking hesitantly at Natasha. "No! Not...today. I-I need some time," answered Natasha.
"Are you alright?" asked Wanda walking up to her. "What do you think? I just found out that I have a son," said Natasha ruefully. She turned to Tony, "Tell me about him?"
"Hah! There is a lot to that kid. What'd you wanna know?" "Just the basics." "Well, he's spiderman. And he is 16. He has two friends, Ned and MJ, and lives with his Aunt May. He goes to Midtown School of Science of Technology. His birthdate's August 10th. What more?"
"Tasha..." Clint said coming over and hugging her. Natasha let out a huge sigh. She knew if they waited longer that would be unfair, to Peter. They had to tell him the truth. She had to. "What about tomorrow? Call Spider...Peter. Call Peter tomorrow. Peter and May." she said, looking at Tony. He nodded in reply. A silence settles in the room, which was disrupted when...
"TONY!" yelled Happy, rushing in the room. "Oh-! What!?" exclaimed Tony. "It's the Spiderkid." "What about him? You dropped him didn't you?" "I was waiting for him, he never came." "What do you mean?" asked Natasha. "He used the suit. He went back on his own." "What's the big deal? He has done that before, what's the matter now?" said Tony. "The matter is that he was attacked or something. I was tracking his suit and now I can't see where he is." Happy said, showing the screen to Tony and Natasha.
(PS - I haven't written beyond this so now it's up to your imagination)
Natasha, Yelena & Bucky
Natasha and Yelena crash into Wakanda and yeet Bucky out of Cryofreeze.
Natasha: Suit up there are brainwashed super assassins all around the world that need our help!
Bucky: ????
Yelena: Come on!
Bucky: Who are you???
Natasha: BUCKY!
Bucky: *Is utterly confused but helps anyway cuz brainwashing sucks*
Marvel’s Evil Orgs
Ok there are so many evil organizations within the MCU. HYRDA, Red Room, The Hand, AIM, The Ten Rings, Life Foundation etc. Do you think they ever run into each other? Do they know the others exist? Are they friendly because they are all trying for world domination or do they hate each other because they are all trying for world domination? Do they have to take into consideration each others evil schemes in their own evil schemes? Do the minions interact? Do they have some sort of “Evil Minion Groups Chat?” Have the leaders of all of them gotten together? Do they know each other? IDK man so many questions. I want to know their dynamics now.
Wallpaper - Bedroom Example of a large classic master carpeted, gray floor, coffered ceiling and wallpaper bedroom design with multicolored walls and no fireplace
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡
pairing . Natasha Romanoff x fem! reader
summary . two girls with a pure heart and the will to do the best things in the world, but forced to do the one they would never dream of doing.
warnings . red room, suicidal thoughts (lmk if i have to add more.)
notes . i'm sick, got a really bad flu — and those are somehow the only times i get inspiration to write (also when depressed <3) this one goes through red room era, so both Nat and reader are little. english is not my first language (🇧🇷) so i apologize for any spelling errors.
divider credits: @iwonbin, @iluvrei
your 'parents' had left. they went to the store, so the house was all yours. Natasha was curled up on the corner of the couch, watching intently the movie playing on the television screen. her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, eyes narrowing at the screen. you could tell she wasn't watching the movie. she was paying attention to the actors performance, how they expressed their emotion, how they behaved in front of the cameras.
"you'd want to be an actress?" you ask softly, making her jump slightly, breaking her trance.
"maybe." she simply replies, shrugging her shoulders. she sighs and leans back against the backrest, grabbing the remote and fidgeting with it. "you?"
"i think it would be fun." you giggle, eyebrows raising as a bunch of little scenarios played on your head. "not necessarily a movie star. just.. be able to show people how i actually feel, you know?"
Natasha hums, a small smile tugging on her lips. it was the one job that was the complete opposite from your daily life — that was what being a spy was like, hide your emotions, hide from people, hide hide hide. from everything. absolutely no one knew you — neither you did, since you had to change identities every year or so.
"i think, you could do absolutely anything you ever want to do." she says, pointing her finger at you. "if you become an actress, i will be in your every premiere, watch all your interviews, and be the first one to buy the tickets for your movies,"
you laugh, playfully slapping her finger away. "you smartass,"
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silence filled the house as everybody went to sleep, except for you and Natasha, of course. you always stayed awake late, even if one of the rules was go to sleep at 8:30pm. you both jumped out of bed quietly and hurried to open the blinds, so you could see the starry sky.
"do they really think we're asleep?" you inquire with a smirk, sitting down on the cold tile floor and patting the space between your legs.
Natasha sits down with you and carefully leans her weight against you, her head on your chest. "if you keep shouting like that they might figure it out."
you shake your head at her sarcasm and chuckle. your eyes drift to her hair, the pink strands illuminated by the moonlight. you carefully grab a few of them and begin braiding them. "when are you going to Ohio?"
and when she was about to relax, you ask the most inconvenient question in the most inconvenient time. why did you have to bring up that? Ohio was not a mission like this one — she'd meet other widows, future widows, you weren't gonna be there. and she didn't want to be away from you.
you notice how she stays silent, and decide not to push. you finish the two little braids on her short hair and coaxes her head back to your chest, arms wrapping around her.
"do you think," Natasha begins, quietly, as if this was a topic she'd like to avoid. she gulps, eyes locked on the twinkling stars. "do you think we would be happier if we weren't here?"
the question wasn't direct, but you understood perfectly. being a normal girl meant never being in the red room, which meant never meeting each other. that was a tough one, but the answer was obvious.
"yeah," you nod, shrugging, pondering. "you know, Natalia? i think that even if we were born in different families, somehow the universe would find a way for us to meet."
she smiles, feeling a warm, fuzzy feeling in her chest. something rare. something that didn't happen often. it quickly faded, but she appreciated that. "i hope so. because right now? i'd throw myself down this window if i could."
"so would i," you chuckle humorlessly. the life of a widow would never end up with joy, you both knew what you were submitted to.
she shifts her body, pulling her head back a little to look in your eyes. she didn't have to speak for you to understand. gratitude, longing, pain. "moya malenkaya zvezdochka, (my little star),"
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"we're leaving!" you yell, a smile on your face as you watched Natasha finish adjusting her white dress. she wore black chucks and her hair was down. out of every style she ever played, this was the one you most liked. dresses.
"where are you going?" your 'mom' asks, her smile widening as she sees her daughters all dressed up.
"just riding our bikes!" you answer, putting your hair up on a ponytail and putting your shoes on. "we're not going too far, promise!"
"okay! come back before five!" the woman answers as you run out of the house, grabbing your bikes and hopping on them.
"—back before five," Natasha mimicks her with a silly face and a high pitched voice, coaxing a laugh out of you. "we know mom. you tell us that every freaking day."
and with that, you both go pedalling to downtown, which was yes, a little too far from home. Italy was very beautiful, sunny, full of joyful people around. sometimes you hated that. Natasha suddenly stops as you pass through a little flower shop. it was tiny, and the grandpa behind the counter seemed kind.
"would Natalia like to receive a flower bouquet today?" you try a rough voice, which made her laugh. you hop out of the bike and run in the store.
"ciao, bambina! (hi, little one!)" the man exclaims, his happiness almost surprising you.
"hey!" you match his good humor and point at a colorful bouquet on a basket. "how much for these?"
"these are 50 euros, but for you, young lady, i can make.. 49!" he laughs, grabbing the bouquet and carefully handing it to you.
you raise an eyebrow at the joke, grabbing the coins from your pocket and placing them on the counter. after he counts everything, you don't even say goodbye before running to Natasha again.
"here you go, malyshka, (sweetheart)," you politely bow and hand her the flowers, feigning chivalry. it seemed stupid, but her smile seemed way too genuine for your liking.
she grabs the bouquet and smell the flowers, a small tear runs down her cheek, which she quickly wipes away. "thank you,"
you nod, a little heat creeping up your cheeks. you would never receive flowers, neither from a romantic partner, nor a relative — that was for sure, so you did it, even if it wasn't real.
oh, how much she wanted to say the three forbidden words right now.
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it was raining, heavily.
the time was approaching. the time..
the time for the Sicily mission was almost over. general Dreykov, along with his soldiers would soon be there to retreat you, just like the police. it was always like that.
"come on!" Natasha calls, extending her hand for you as she steps out of the house. "we got to go,"
"gonna get a cold, Natalia," you laugh, grabbing her hand and stepping out as well. you immediately got drenched in water, shivering from the coldness.
"are you scared?" she mocks, shaking her head.
pink droplets of pink hair dye fell down the concrete ground, a colorful contrast of what it used to be. her hair would soon be blue. you didn't like that.
"where are we going?" you ask, running with Natasha as she took off the yard, leaving the household.
"anywhere," she yells back to you, running across the sidewalk, as you followed behind. you rolled your eyes slightly, shrugging.
as you ran, the cacophony of the city could soon be heard. probably your parents would realize you weren't home and call the cops or something. but that didn't matter. not when you were both trained spies. you found a small park — which was empty due the rain — and sat on one of the benches.
"i don't know if we'll meet again after this," you say quietly, finger traveling upwards to tuck a strand of pink behind her ear. "you're going to America. i'm returning to Asia. and the chance of us being paired up again is so small—"
"i love you," she interrupts, voice weak and almost tired. "gosh, i always wanted to tell you that."
your eyes widen, a mixture of foreign emotions filling your being at her confession. "i love you, too,"
"when we grow up, i'll marry you." she smiles, scooting closer. "and we'll live a happy life. we'll have a picket fence and a birdhouse. we'll have a cat and a dog and probably adopt a kid,"
tears run down your cheeks, blending with the rain droplets. you nod, wrapping your arms tightly around her neck, a hug she quickly returned.
"chertovski nespravedlivyy mir, (goddamn unfair world,)" you murmur against her skin, pulling back to look into her eyes.
"it is," she agrees, placing her palm on your cheek. "it's ironic. i'm glad you're here with me. but i don't want you to. i don't want either of us to be here."
"but we are," you whisper, taking a quick glance to the people around, seeing their gaze almost burning you. "that's how life is, i guess."
and with that, you and Natasha lost each other — having to cling to the memories, to the small comfort they brought.
because a widow never had a happy ending.
to be continued..?
Exploring explosions ~
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Series
Summary - While on a mission, something happens to bucky. On his journey to recovery, he finds something he wants more than life.
:⚠️warnings: talk of unconscious people, talks of torture and violence ⚠️:
Bucky x reader (no use of Y/N)
(Idk if this makes sense.. it makes sense to meee)
You watch from the back of the room, as 4-6 shield agents continue their 'interaction' it was torture not only to look at, but probably also to go throught, it was disturbing to watch, so you got up trying to make a little scene as your chair loudly scraps along the floor and to pick up your books, looking up and seeing mostly everyone even a couple agents in the room with him staring at you, so you left to head to your room, you slept in the compound most nights even thought you had a apartment. You threw your books on your desk as you walk towards the large window covering the whole back wall.
You fell backwards on your bed and stared at the ceiling. You were in your own world and didn't realise your phone was blowing up, you came back to reality when you heard a frantic knock at your door, getting up you unlocked it and a red headed assassin barged through before slamming he door shut and using all your 4 locks making sure she used them all. She was leaning on the door with her ear to it, listening. She swallowed dramatically. "I'm never gonna make fun of you for all your locks again." She said while sounding out of breath. You tried to listen to what she was running.. from?
"I don't hear anything.. what's going on?" You whispered as she slowly made her way to your bed, sitting at the foot of it.
"He just appeared like right there and.." she tried speaking but also trying to catch her breath." I walked in, trying to remind them you left, so it's over, but.. he was out. They were all dead or unconscious in his.. room.. he was just watching them..." she looked at you like she wouldn't believe herself, but she saw it, so she had to.
"And you ran here? To me, to the woman who hates, HATES violence, " you gave her a look on confusion. "OK, wasn't me best move, but I thought with your past.." she tried reasoning but gave up pretty quickly, you give a slow nod as you walked to your desk and relieved you grabbed some of the wrong papers. You turned your head, giving her a lovely smirk. "Guess what?" You choked out, but you were met with a defeated look. You just hum picking up the right papers and make piles before grabbing the wrong ones and heading towards the door with Nat praying behind you.
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You giggle as tried defending herself - "So you're one of the more deadly assassins the red room even made.. but you're scared when he looked at you, and you just ran, not knowing if he was also running.. Hahaha, cmon Nat, it's funny, " you giggled as you reached for your badge as the bay was on lockout. Before you could swipe it, you got a weird feeling when you realised you weren't afraid of the wintersolider and weren't scared when Nat almost took out the door and told you her lovely story. You were going to say something but didn't and just swiped your badge with a beep. You shrugged as it took a while for the door to open. As it slowly opened, you went to take a step inside, and you stopped looking around.
You saw the room a mess desks and tables tipped papers everywhere, glass shards covering the floor, what looks like ripped clothing scattered through out the room, without thinking or even looking you slowly slip your hand towards a big red button "you believe me now?" You hear the shake in nats' voices before hitting the panic button. The room starts spinning as what you think is classical music plays in your head, your own world turned into a record player, and you were the record.
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It is definitely not talked about enough!
Red Room
Everyone talks about how Tony was tortured in Afghanistan, and Bruce survived his abusive father. Steve was in the ice for seventy years, and Bucky was under the control of Hydra for so long.
And they all always talk about them and how sad their pasts are, how strong they are for surviving that, and they have PTSD because of it.
But for some reason, Natasha’s time in the Red Room is always glossed over.
To me, that is just so weird, because yes-being kidnapped, living with an abusive parent who murdered your mother, and forever trapped somewhere and your life just slips away because of it-that must be painful, awful, and would scar your life forever. But the Red Room…that must’ve been a living hell.
Natasha’s parents died in a fire created by the Red Room when she was just a little girl-probably between the ages of 6, or 8, and then she was kidnapped and taken away to something awful. Her life was ripped away from her before she even had a chance to live it.
She lived in a place where dreams, hopes, and freewill die. Where she was chained to a bed every night with 27 other girls who were also chained to a bed.
Natasha was trained to kill, to lie, to seduce. And that doesn’t come your own choice. She was brainwashed. They implanted false memories into her head so she wouldn’t even have a choice. For years, Natasha believed she was ballerina, learning to dance; the fact that entire time she thought was learning to pirouette, she was actually learning how to slit throats. Two sets of memories, and of them never even happened. The Red Room warped Natasha’s brain.
Seduce. Natasha learned how to seduce men. I’m guessing that was exactly a simple process either. Which means she was probably raped.
If you didn’t already know this; Natasha is enhanced. A less intense version of the super soldier serum; and if you’ve seen “Captain America” you know that the process isn’t exactly a pleasant process. And she most likely didn’t just have it one time, they probably also used other ways to enhance her, like surgery. To take unnecessary things out of her, to improve performance. For example, the appendix; what if it decided to burst in the middle of a mission, that would compromise her. They made Natasha sterile; something of value has no place in her line of work. Steve was given the super soldier serum to become a better soldier, Natasha was enhanced to becoming a killing machine, she was being dehumanized.
The Red Room is not made up of nice people. Natasha trained under them, but not of her own decision. So not only did they brainwash her, enhance her, and raper her; but they beat her, too. If she failed at something, they punished her; The Red Room literally battered Natasha into submission. They trained her to be the best of the best, the best assassin, the best spy, and that means she was ever kidnapped and someone wanted to get information out of her, they would probably use less friendly measures. The Red Room didn’t want that to happen; which means only one thing, training Natasha to have a higher threshold for pain. They physically tortured her, ever since she was just a little girl.
Natasha is the only Black Widow out of 28 girls. One by one, they all died, only leaving her. She killed some of them, snapped their necks, shot them. Others may have died at the hands of the trainers. Until only a few were left, and the Red Room pitted them against each other-like the Hunger Games-until there was only one left standing. Natasha is the only Black Widow out of 28 girls.
The Red Room is one of the most horrifying things in the MCU. And yes-there are many painful pasts that exist; Bruce’s, Tony’s, Steve’s, Bucky’s. But don’t ever forget Natasha’s.
She’s a freaking warrior with one too many scars for surviving it.