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Married to Natasha Romanoff (canon)

I post incorrect quotes and black widow fics (Ao3 is pinned). My requests are totally open, but I do not write smut!!!

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The End Of Us

The end of us

Summary: What if it was Natasha and Yelena at vormir?

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A/N: Sorry!

Tags: Major character death, Soft Natasha, soft Yelena, both of them need a hug, mentioned Kate Bishop, Grief

W/C: 1, 845

Link to fic on Ao3

“Why don’t you ever call me for normal things? Like to help you move or come over for thanksgiving.” Yelena questions Natasha, half ranting to the red-haired woman and half to herself. Rambling when anxious was a habit Yelena soon picked up once again after being liberated, something she hadn’t exhibited since the age of six.

“We aren’t normal. Plus its October.”

Yelena huffs and Natasha turns her focus back to the controls. The pair have only been reunited for a short time especially compared to the time they were apart.

Yelena had imagined the day she saw her older sister again she would whisk her away and they would live away from everyone else, just the two of them against the world again like Ohio.

Things didn’t go exactly as planned. ‘Life got in the way’ as Natasha liked to put it, but with Yelena still freeing other Widows from subjugation and Natasha having to go deal with ‘Avenger stuff’, life really did get in the way.

But, no matter the circumstances, they were together again and that was all that truly mattered.

“Brace yourself, we’re gonna get some turbulence.”

“But we’re in space???” Yelena replies, the words coming out of her mouth of all people still leaving an odd feeling in her stomach.

“Yep.” Natasha’s attention is once again tuned in to manuvering the ship past obstacles. She definitely wasn’t fully qualified for this, but things were getting desperate and even more personal.

Melina was never really Natasha and Yelena’s mother. But neither could wipe away the warmth of her smile throughout the small patch of joy in their childhoods and felt an obligation- instict even- to do anything to get her back as well as the rest of those taken in the blip.

Plus with Melina now gone Alexei was drunk a lot more frequently if that was even possible, although the assassins wouldn’t mind quite as much if he drank himself to an early grave.

Then there was Kate Bishop, the naive archer Yelena had befriended not long ago. She wasn't so great at the superhero thing yet- or home security despite her job- but she was her favourite person to spend time with, other than Natasha of course.

“So, how’s everything going with you, huh?” Natasha asks. Despite them both agreeing their occupations were both very time consuming she still felt guilty for not spening enough time with her little sister. The only good thing the blip had done was brought them closer.

“There’s always Widows that need freeing, but we’re getting closer." She responds vaguely.

"You sure that's it? No secret double life I should know about?" She jokes, but both of them know what she's actually hinting at.

"Nope." She shifts in her seat and she knows Natasha notices, but doesn't say anything.

Ever since Clint made that stupid joke about her and Kate practically sharing an apartment her sister had been gently encouraging her to admit her feelings. The only problem was she didn't have any. No matter how hard she tried.

A silence fills the air and Yelena decides to replace it with her own voice before they're given too much time to think. "Are you ever not chewing gum by the way?”

“What?”

“Its like you have a never ending supply, when we reunited, on the way to Melina’s farm, even in space.” She lists.

“It keeps me focused.”

“What flavour is it?”

“Its mint.”

“Boring.”

“Do you want some gum, Yelena?”

“Yes.”

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Soon enough the two of them find themselves just off the cliff of Vormir.

“Not much to see, is there?” Yelena peers around the mostly desolate dark purple landscape of the alien planet skeptically.

“Well we aren’t exactly there yet.” Natasha points West and they begin their trek.

“What even is a soul stone?” The blonde questions. Obviously after the battle of New York the existance of other worldy beings was undeniable, but there was still much to be learnt.

“Something we need, and we’re going to get it.”

“Thanks for that, really helped.”

Natsha is used to Yelena’s new found and constant use or sarcasm now and responds accordingly “You’re welcome. Lets just try to hurry this up a little, we’re running out of time.”

Yelena doesn’t have any snarky comment or funny remark to what Natasha says and simply nods, picking up her pace until she’s walking side by side with her sister.

It doesn’t matter if they’re deep underground or deep in space, they’re here to complete a mission and luckily for Yelena she has the person she currently trusts the most by her side.

Natsha holds her hand up prompting Yelena to stop in her tracks.

“What is it?” she whispers, taking out her handgun almost at the exact same moment as Natasha.

“I don’t know.” She whispers back in a hushed tone.

The pair slowly approach the source of the noise with their weapons drawn and are surprised to say the least when they see who is awaiting them.

The red-skinned figure in a black cloak barely acknowledges the fact they’re aiming the guns directly at his forehead before he speaks.

“Welcome, Natsha, daughter of Ivan. Yelena, daughter of Alexei.”

Natsha lowers her gun and Yelena reluctantly does the same.

“That’s what aliens look like?” Yelena murmurs to Natsha, she still sometimes forgets the fact her older sister doesn’t know everything.

Natsha ignores Yelena’s question, mainly because she had no answer. “Who are you?”

“Consider me a guide. To you, and to all who seek the soul stone.”

“Oh, good. Tell us where it is, then we'll be on our way.”

“Ah, lieschen. If only it were that easy”

The ‘guide’ leads them to the edge of the cliff. When Yelena looks over the edge she feels a turn in her stomach which she hopes Natasa does as well, something isn’t right.

“What you seek lies in front of you. As does that which you fear.”

Natsha squints at the base of the cliff. “The stone’s down there?”

“For one of you. For the other, in order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love. An everlasting exchange. A soul for a soul.”

Yelena’s eyes are immediately snap back on Natasha. “A soul for a soul? What does he mean, Tasha?” She can’t help but use her nickname even in the prescence of a stranger.

The look on her sister’s face tells her everything she needs to know.

Natsha had never thought she was going to see her little sister again after they were dragged out of that shipping container.

Yelena was too soft and sensitive, even for a six-year-old. The Red Room surely would have disposed of her but here she was, a grown woman. Calloused and blunt.

Sometimes it hurt Natasha to see how much she had changed, but she knew she had to in order to survive.

Now only one of them was going to leave this cursed planet, and Natsha would be damned if it wasn’t Yelena.

“…one of us has to go.” She says, her voice already saturated with grief.

Natsha has to force her eyes to the rocky ground when she sees the tears already forming in her baby sister’s eyes.

“Surely there has to be another way, he could just be messing with us for all we know!” Yelena’s rising fury became evident in her voice.

“A soul for a soul. We… we swore we would do whatever it takes.”

“No! Stop with this hero bullshit! We are not doing this.”

Natasha takes her sister’s cheeks in both of her hands, making her face her directly. She doesn’t care if she sees her already beginning to cry, she has to look at her one last time.

“I’m so sorry, little sister.”

“No, no don’t start saying that please, we’ll find a way, Tasha, we always do.” Yelena tries to sound confident but it comes out more pleading.

Natasha doesn’t answer her and just pulls her into a hug, trying to ignore the fingers digging into her as if she would disintegrate the moment she let go.

Natsha wishes she had never brought Yelena into all of this.

With a speed Natsha didn’t even think was possible until she witnessed it, Yelena pulls herself away and runs full tilt straight for the edge.

Dammit, Yelena.

“Yelena stop!”

The blonde doesn’t react to Natsha’s calls, only stopping when the two collide.

This wasn’t the first time Yelena had proved she was willing to die for the greater good, the fall of the Red Room being a prime example. It was like any form of self preservation during missions was completely wiped out from her mind, but Natsha wasn’t exactly much better.

Natsha pins her sister’s arms down, sitting on her stomach. Yelena kicks out wildly but her emotions are controlling her and she can’t seem to wrench free.

“Let me go!”

“You know I can’t do that, Lena.”

“You know I can’t do this, I can’t do this without you, Tasha.”

“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

Natsha knows the moment she stands up Yelena will attempt to incapacitate her. Short of kocking her out herself she doesn’t know what can stop her sister from trying to beat her to the edge.

“I can’t loose you again, please.” Natasha has only heard Yelena like this once in her life, the airstrip in Cuba. And It breaks her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. We didn’t deserve this.”

“Don’t do it, Tasha.”

Natsha desperately wants to listen to her sister’s pleas but what can she do? If she had been presented this as a hypothetical situation: ‘sacrifice yourself for the lives of billions, but leave behind your loved ones’. She would have said yes in a heartbeat.

But now looking into the watery eyes of Yelena she can’t imagine how that could ever had been her answer.

“You need to let me go, Lena.” Natasha whispers, knowing her instructions must be near impossible.

Yelena breaks down into sobs, unable to speak she simply lets Natsha hold her, rocking her back and forth until she’s reduced to small hiccups.

After Yelena can cry no longer, Natsha begins to speak again.

“Its okay, little sister.”

Natasha aims her Widow’s bite at Yelena and before she has time to react, she’s out cold.

Yelena wakes up again half submerged in dark waters and it takes her only a few seconds to recount everything that happened in the last hour.

“Natsha? Natsha!”

She stands, scanning the scenery desperately until she notices the presence of a small, solid object in her hand.

A stone.

Yelena opens her gloved plam and when she sees the gold glow which is so bright she has to shield her eyes for a moment, she knows.

All she has left of her is a single stone. A stone that holds her smile and love, a stone that she died and left her for.

Her sister Natasha Romanoff is dead, and there was nothing she could have done to stop her.

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“I hate to be right, please, tell me I'm wrong,

Please, tell me I'm wrong,

'Cause it's on again, off again,

Love you like oxygen,

I don't know what to say or do"

-Habits, Genevieve Stokes

I now have the entire Endgame script on my phone :]

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4 months ago

Take me home. (6)

Summary: Yelena tends to the wound.

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Tags: Blood, guilt, drugging

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Yelena slowly approaches the girl who has a small pool of blood forming around her already.

“Katya?”

The girl groans, turning on her back to reveal her knife sticking out of her stomach just below her navel and bewildered eyes.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Yelena murmurs over and over again, kneeling beside the girl who now has beads of sweat forming on her brow and putting pressure around the wound.

The girl expresses her pain once again, mumbling what may be words but Yelena is under too much stress to understand her gibberish right now, only speaking to her when her eyes start roll to the back of her head.

“Hey, c’mon work with me here.” Yelena lightly taps the girl’s face, attempting to wake her again with her cold hands, and gaining an annoyed swat but the sight of her hazel eyes again.

Yelena rifles through different cupboards and drawers, leaving bloody handprints in her rush but finding a first aid kit and returning to Katya’s side.

“Katya, I’m going to pull the knife out then I can bandage it okay?” Yelena knew this was obviously a stupid idea and what the girl really needed was a hospital, but that would mean too many questions and too little time.

Katya can barely focus her eyes on her as she speaks, her words sounding distorted, and is unfortunately obvlivious to what is about to happen.

Yelena takes out all of the gauze and keeps it right next to her hands in preparation, giving Katya a cloth to bite down on before she pulls the knife out and immediately puts pressure on the wound with all the gauze, using a bandage to wrap around her stomach which was difficult since she couldn’t get her to sit up.

Katya’s screams of pain are muffled by the cloth in her mouth, her breathing becoming rapid but steadying after about a sixty seconds.

Yelena takes this is a que to remove the cloth from her mouth and tosses it to the side.

“You okay?’

Katya mumbles something, so Yelena takes her still being able to speak to some extent as a good sign.

“Alright, get some rest.”

The girl finally allows her eyes to close.

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Katya sleeps dreamlessly for the next twelve hours and wakes again in a confused haze on Yelena’s couch, with the sensation of a new bandage bound tightly around her waist.

As she sits up the pain from her wound makes her feel like she’s being stabbed all over again. Her head is pouding so loudly she can’t hear Yelena moving around the hotel, until everything just goes silent.

Then it gets loud.

All of her emotions came back like a burst of colours that were inexplicable, creating new patterns and sensations that she never even thought were possible.

The noise is unbearable and she clutches her head, grasping onto her hair and resisting the urge to yank it in her frustration. She can feel a small, warm trickle of blood running from her nose.

Doctor Smirnova would know how to fix this.

She has to get back, she’s injured and she wasn’t given a timeframe for completion, but she can easily tell that she must have gone over it during the time she was out.

Katya doesn’t even realise she’s making any noise until Yelena materialises into her view, visibly concerned and trying to get her to lie back down.

“Katya? Can you hear me?”

“I need to get back.” She shoves Yelena off of her, noting that she probably shouldn’t do any movements like that again since it sent a shooting pain.

“No, you don’t. I’m not letting you go back.” Yelena plants her firmly back down, trying her best not to hurt her.

“It’s a bit late for the hero act, let me go.”

Yelena shields her hurt, although she doubts Katya is present enough to even read her facial expression. She knew that none of this would’ve happened if she’d only managed to break free earlier, but she’s trying her best now.

“Do you even remember what happened?”

“I came here to kill you, but luckily for you I fell on my own knife. Where is that by the way?”

“Not important. You need rest.”

“I need my bike.”

“Can you just listen for a second?”

“Go ahead.”

“Well first off how do you feel?”

“Again, like I fell on my own knife, where are we going with this?”

“I think I liked you better unconscious.”

“Very funny.”

“What else can you remember?”

“Not sure if you’ve ever been stabbed before, but it doesn’t tend to wipe memories. From my experience anyway.”

Yelena raises an eyebrow, obviously not amused, and Katya begins trying to recount everything from the past few days.

“Well I saw my roommates. I rode here… I stalked you online, uh, Smirnova sent me off…”

The older girl decides not to question her since she looks like she’s trying very hard to remember something.

“I… Stella and Oksana. I killed them.” Katya’s voice doesn’t exactly reflect how vile her insides feel. The return of guilt was definitely something she was not going to welcome. But at least she felt alive again.

“Whatever happened back there wasn’t your fault, don’t blame yourself.”

“You’re right. It’s your fault, so I blame you.”

Yelena sighs in defeat. “What do you want from me, Katya? I can’t go back and fix what I did. I’m sorry.”

Katya doesn’t answer, instead sitting herself back up and gently folding her arms over her stomach and trying to process all of the feelings that had so sharply reappeared.

Yelena leaves and enters what Katya assumes is the kitchen, hearing the sounds of pots and dishes.

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“Eat.” Yelena places a bowl of soup in front of Katya. It actually looks and smells appetising.

The dark-haired girl eyes the food warily despite being ravenous. Usually she wouldn’t dare be foolish enough to trust food put in front of her by a target of all people, but she’s gone hungry for almost twenty-four hours.

Yelena sits opposite her. “Are you still serious on going back?”

“I have to. They’re probably going to send people looking for me soon if they haven’t already.”

“Trust me, that is the last place you want to be.”

“If I don’t go back they’re going to suspect I went AWOL and send people on a hunt rather than search mission. Then I won’t be safe anywhere.”

“I know a place we can go where they won’t find you.”

“Well why aren’t you there yourself?”

“I’m away right now.”

“Away? You sound like you’re talking about an agency.”

Yelena doesn’t address Katya’s concerns, knowing the answers will only be further motivation for an escape attempt.

“Just focus on recovering for now, okay?”

Before Katya can protest she begins to feel an overwhelming urge to sleep, after looking down at her now empty bowl she puts two and two together.

“Yelena, did you put something in my food?” She asks as calmly as she can muster.

“I did, you’re too much of a liability conscious. I don’t trust you to not attempt jumping out of a window while I’m asleep.”

“Dude, I trusted you for like five seconds!’

“And now you’ll have to trust me on this.”

“That is not how this works.” Katya replies faintly and doesn’t hear Yelena’s reply before she’s out again.


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4 months ago

Yelena: I'm going to go hit something.

Kate: Like... at the gym or with your car?

Yelena: Would you like plausible deniability or an answer to that question, Kate Bishop?

Kate: ...

Kate: Have fun.


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4 months ago

"she killed people!" so? that's my baby girl

"she Killed People!" So? That's My Baby Girl
"she Killed People!" So? That's My Baby Girl
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4 months ago

Take me home. (7)

Summary: Katya wakes up

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Tags: Kidnapping (again), mentioned drugging

Part 1

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Katya feels slightly rough fabric and… moving? She’s moving. Her eyes won’t yet open but she can move her limbs a little. Her throat is so dry when she tries to swallow she immediately coughs.

“Hey, sleepyhead.”

She hears indicators and the sound of engines. She’s in a car. Her eyes flutter open, fortunately she isn’t blinded since Yelena thought to put window covers for the backseat.

Katya swallows a few times before sitting up and answering. “You drugged my food.”

“Well you’re still alive aren’t you?”

“How long was I out for?”

“We left the motel around two days ago, I’ve been driving mostly since then.”

“You kept me sedated for two whole days?!” Katya coughs again at the change in pitch and Yelena hands her a bottle of water.

“You drink from it first.”

Yelena rolls her eyes but takes a sip from the bottle and hands it behind her where Katya practically finishes it in three gulps.

“So where are we going?”

“To friends.”

“Friends? A group of people? I swear if you take me to S.H.I.E.L.D I will jump out of a window.”

“Stop being so dramatic, they’re going to help.”

“Oh, really? They’re going to help a stray you brought back who has strong connections to the Red Room and has people actively looking for them. Totally.”

“You sometimes forget you’re a kid. They protect people, okay?”

“Please, I’m sixteen, just let me out the car.”

“Why can’t you understand I’m trying to help you?! All I’ve done is caused pain and this is a chance to right what I did to you, but you won’t even let me try!”

Katya is stunned into silence. This is the only time Yelena has really expressed frustration towards her that wasn’t instigated or ordered and she half expects her to pull the car over and beat the shit out of her.

“I know you really don’t want to but just try to trust me. Everything I’ve done since that motel has been for your own good, I swear.”

“I can’t.” Katya replies in a reserved voice. Yelena quickly realises the last time she took Katya somewhere against her will, she was experimented on and forced to kill. She had pretty much drugged and kidnapped her, even if it was for her own good. What reason did she have to trust her?

“Even just for a few days- or even hours- someone has to figure out what’s going on in your head. And deal with that stab wound. You have my word no harm will come to you while at S.H.I.E.L.D”

Katya thinks this over for a minute. “Fine, but if you prove me wrong I’m out and I won’t tell you where I’m going.”

“Okay, yeah. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.”

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“We’re here?” It didn’t really seem to be much of anything, more like a small port.

“Yep. Just wait a minute.”

The pair stand by the car, waiting for whatever Yelena said was coming until Katya hears the sound of an engine from above and a jet lands in the horizon.

“Hey, we never agreed to being in the air!”

“Technically you did, you have my word, remember?”

“You say that like it’s some kind of protection spell.” Katya scoffs but decides against her better judgement to follow behind Yelena when she beings approaching the jet.

The door on the back opens for them once they’re close enough and Katya notices the pilot smile a genuine smile as they pass, which Yelena returns.

“Hop in.” Yelena prompts, mostly because she still doesn’t trust Katya won’t bolt the moment she turns her back on her.

Katya begrudgingly takes the first few steps and hears the door close behind her, leaving them only in artificial light.

“No windows. Smart.”

Yelena nods and takes a seat, finally feeling as close to relaxed as her brain allows her for the first time in about four days.

Katya takes her seat not far off and looks at a few screens on the walls displaying the weather and news. She can’t recall the last time she stared at a screen for fun.

Yelena, seemingly sensing this, tosses Katya the remote from beside her seat and leans back in her chair, content to sit in silence for the rest of the flight.

Katya doesn’t waste any time in searching through all the availible channels and manages to find the trashiest Tv show possible, staring avidly at the holographic screen as if it’s a cinematic masterpeice.

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Eventually the plane has to land, no matter how strongly she pleads in her head for her to stay suspended in the air watching one of her favourite shows, even though she’s missed out on so much she can’t recognise half the new characters now.

“Time to go, come on.”

Katya hesitantly follows Yelena outside the jet into the helicarrier.

The place is so huge she questions how it can even stay in the air, dotted with agents weaving between eachother, so sure of where they’re supposed to be going it makes Katya realise she has no sense of direction in here.

“Where are we going?”

“We have to get you checked out at the medbay first.”

Katya’s blood runs cold. She probably should’ve guessed, no S.H.I.E.L.D won’t kill her, but they’re going to dissect her for whatever sick things they do to their own agents.

“Medbay? But I’m fine I can deal with my own… stuff.”

“Yeah sure, come on it’ll be five minutes. And dying from a stab wound is not a cool way to die.”

“But Yelena I can do it myself."

Yelena takes Katya’s hand, trying to ignore how much she tenses up, and leads her to the medbay where a singular doctors is awaiting their arrival.

“You alright down there?” Yelena asks, making a jab at their miniscule height difference for some kind of mood-lightening.

“I’m good." She reassures her.

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Thanks for readingggg :D I know some parts may have felt rushed but this was something to use as a minor break (pocrastination tool) from constantly writing about Nadia and all of her problems. Still, I hope you enjoyed it, Katya and Yelena definitely grew on me with their silly little antics. <3


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4 months ago

I love the detail in Age of Ultron that Nat hid a gun under the table in Tony's penthouse. How long has it been there? Just for the party or for longer? It is such a great, in character, moment.


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