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Requested - Scarlett Johansson x wife!reader with a prompt number 80. One is suspiciously well behaved because they scratched their spouse's car or broke something ~ 80 - “You are remarkably well behaved tonight. What did you do?” ( @pentagoniablue )

You and Scarlett had been together for four years now, married for two of them and living together for three. Being with Scarlett had its difficulties, for starters you still weren’t used to the attention that was constantly put on your relationship with the media and paparazzi. It was hard when she was away filming and you couldn’t be with her but you valued the time you were together just that much more because of that. People accused you of being with her because she was rich and successful but you were actually with her because you loved her, the moment you met her she made you feel something that nobody had made you feel. Then you couldn’t put it into words but after this much time you knew you were in love with her.

Scarlett was finally home for a while, finally finishing up with filming the new Avengers film that was coming out. She’d been back for a few days so far and you hadn’t realised how much you missed her until she was back. Currently, the pair of you were cuddled together in bed watching crappy day-time TV and catching up with each other, kisses were shared between the two of you as you enjoyed the company you both had missed dearly whilst she had been away. You were always invited out to wherever she was filming but more often than not you had your own things to do back at home so couldn’t make it.

“God, I missed you so much Y/N.” She told you before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against your lips. You smiled into the kiss before pulling away from her, grinning too widely.

“I know, trust me, I missed you too.” You replied with a small pout playing on your lips causing her to laugh.

“Do you have to go out today? Can’t you just stay here with me?”Scarlett asked you, giving you her own pout and puppy dog eyes. You nearly gave in and cancelled your plans but unfortunately, as much as you wanted to stay in bed with her all day, you had to go to a fitting for an event that was coming up soon.

“Sorry baby. I won’t be gone long, two hours tops!”You grinned as she flopped down onto the bed, pout not giving up. You leaned down and kissed her with some force, her kissing you back and matching your pace. Eventually, you broke away for air, grinning at her slightly swollen lips. You pecked her lips once more before rolling out of bed and heading towards the shower.

It didn’t take you long to get ready, Scarlett stayed in bed pouting at you causing you to grin and laugh, drawing a similar response from her. You couldn’t wait to get back home and in bed with her and you hadn’t even left the house yet, hopefully you wouldn’t be out long.

“I’ll see you in a little bit.” You grinned at her, pulling away from her after another kiss. She glared playfully at you as you left the room, shouting a quick farewell at your retreating figure. You went out and saw her car was parked in front of yours, so you quickly ran back into the house and grabbed her keys, it would be quicker to take her car instead of moving it and getting into yours. What’s the worse that could happen?

- - -

The worse that could happened is that you could dent her car. It was a tiny, little dent, ok maybe it was noticeable but still you didn’t know what to do. Telling her was probably the most sensible option but instead you decided to stop at a bakery and pick up a treat for her and some flowers too. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be too mad at you.

You got out of the car once you were home and looked at the damage again and from this angle it did look pretty bad, who knew lamp posts could be so hard? You pulled the bag of treats and flowers from the car and went into the house to see Scarlett in the kitchen. She grinned once she saw you, her eyebrows lifting once she saw what was in your hands.

“Hey baby.” You greeted with a smile as you made you way over to her, giving her a kiss before pulling away and handing her the bag and flowers. She questioned you slightly, but you just grinned and began to load the dishwasher, the job she was doing when you had entered the house. Throughout the day and into the night, you were the best wife. Doing chores and whatever else needed doing, dotting on Scarlett, making sure she was happy. You even made dinner that night.

“You are remarkably well behaved tonight. What did you do?” She asked you over dinner, a smile on her face as she did. Clearly she was enjoying your behaviour, why wouldn’t she? You’d done all the chores you were procrastinating and then some.

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I thought I’d just help around the house.” You told her, looking at her as innocently as you could. She raised an eyebrow and stared at you; you broke within moments. “OK, so I may have accidentally dented your car. It’s not that big of a deal though, you can barely notice it!” Scarlett looked at you for a moment before laughter came out of her, that was the last thing you were expecting.

“I know, I saw it earlier but since you were doing such a good job helping I thought I’d let you carry on. By the way, your fixing my car.”

You both went to bed that night, cuddled together, feeling light and laughing quietly amongst yourselves. You missed Scarlett and would savour every moment you got with her, even if it meant you had to fix a car.

Give a Little Whistle

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Pairings - Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Requested - anon ~ Hi! Can I please get a nat x reader fic where they get together and it’s fluffy. Do whatever you what with that. Can I have the prompts ‘32’ and ‘99.’ Oh and please include Tony in it!!

Prompts - 32 -  “You can literally scale buildings and fly airplanes and shoot things with deadly accuracy but, somehow you can’t whistle?” & 99 - “I did not see that coming”

A/N - i wrote this before black widow came along and proved nat can actually whistle so we’re just ignoring that

Being an Avenger was weird. Some days you were fighting with HYDRA, some days you were fighting aliens and some days you were laying on the sofa with Natasha Romanoff playing Mario Kart. 

You were the newest addition to the team but had known Natasha for a while because you’d worked together for S.H.I.E.L.D. You knew a lot about her, she was still guarded around you but you probably knew more about her than most people did. 

Sometime along the way you’d fallen for her. It was stupid, you had known it was stupid from the moment you began to feel those romantic feelings for her. Natasha Romanoff was not the dating type, she kept to herself and made sure that nothing could be used against her. You felt bad for her when you thought about it for too long, it sounded like a lonely existence.

You weren’t like that. You made friends with everyone you met and still managed to be a bad ass assassin. You wanted Natasha to return your feelings but knew the chances of that were slim to none.

“Seriously! You have got to be kidding me! You’re cheating!” You accused, throwing the controller down as you lost yet another race to her. She was watching you with a smug smirk, her eyes a little softer than they were when she was with anyone else. 

The truth is, she didn’t feel the need to have her guard up around you, well she still kept all the cards close to her chest, but loosened up the most around you. Something about you spoke to her and she hated it, yet she never tried to shut you out. 

“I’m not cheating, Y/N,” she told you with an eye roll, “I’m just better at this than you.” 

“But, you, ugh! Is there anything you can’t do?” You asked, not expecting an answer of course. Natasha was secretive and she let out information carefully, you only knew what you knew about her because she wanted you to know.

“I can’t whistle.” She told you causing your eyes to widen and your head to snap round to face her. 

“What!?” You exclaimed causing her to laugh and roll her eyes again.

“I can’t whistle.” Natasha repeated slowly.

“I’m sorry, you can literally scale buildings and fly airplanes and shoot things with deadly accuracy but, somehow you can’t whistle?” You stared at her like she had grown another head before laughing loudly, if Natasha rolled her eyes any more they’d literally get stuck. 

“Yeah, yeah, shut up.” She groaned, throwing a pillow at your head with that deadly accuracy you’d mentioned, “you know I could kill you right now.”

“Oh I’m sure of it. In fact I’m sure you’ve got 56 different ways you could kill me on your mind at all times.” You told her, laughter still prominent as you did.

“84, but close.” She corrected.

You grinned at her as you sat back down next to her, one of her arms thrown out behind you. You took a chance and cuddled close to her, it wasn’t rare for you to be affectionate with her but still you felt like you were risking a lot every time you did.

Natasha smiled down at you, a hand coming up to run through your hair.

“You know what else I can’t do?” She asked causing your eyes to widen, someone was in a sharing mood today. You hummed at her to let her know she could continue.

“I can’t admit my feelings because I’m scared. I’m not meant to be scared, Y/N.” You lifted your head off of her shoulder and looked at her sadly. 

“You don’t have to be scared around me.” You told her, voice barely above a whisper.

She didn’t say anything, just looked at you for the longest time before leaning in slowly. Your eyes widened a small bit but you leaned in and met her lips, letting her take the lead as she kissed you shyly. Never in a million years would you have thought Natasha would feel the same way you did.

“I did not see that coming.” You both pulled away, you grabbing a pillow and throwing it in the direction of the voice. Tony Stark and his perfect time, honestly you didn’t see the man for days, locked down in his lab but the second you and Natasha were finally getting somewhere he showed his face.

“Alright, alright, I’m going. Just came for the coffee, unless I can stay for the show.” Natasha gave him one of her looks that would have normal people wetting their pants but Tony just laughed and shuffled into the kitchen.

“So,” Natasha prompted, drawing your attention back to her. You grinned and leaned in to kiss her again, this time taking the lead and kissing her hungrily. You’d waited so long for this moment. You groaned against her lips before pulling back for air.

“Natasha Romanoff, have you gone soft for little ol’ me?” You laughed when she smacked you over the head, “Seriously though, will you be my girlfriend, Nat?” Her response was to kiss you, mumbling a yes against your lips as she did. 

Could you do New Years clintasha if you have time/ are still doing the list? Xx P.S. your fics are really good!!! Xxx

Request: Could you do New Years clintasha?

Inspiration: Death Bed by Powfu

A/N: Omg, you’re such a sweetie, of course! <3

Warnings: Angst with some fluff

Words: 916

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“Clint, don’t you dare.” The former Russian assassin warned, but this time it was different. 

This time she didn’t scold him for making a stupid quippy comment. This time she didn’t scold him for putting too much whipped-cream on his ice cream sundae. This time she couldn’t scold him for spraying that same whipped-cream all over her face. 

This time, Clint couldn’t laugh at his girlfriend’s reaction to his ridiculous actions.

~

Agent Barton lay unconscious on Doctor Cho’s hospital bed. After the events that just happened, Helen wasn’t sure how to tell “The Girlfriend”.  At least what the couple were dubbed at the moment.

It has been at least 2 months since the rumour of Barton and Romanoff dating spread around Coulson’s team. But what a shocker, he let Cap in on the news. And even though Steve was trustworthy, he couldn’t keep this information secret… So, he soon passed it over to someone who you know can trust. Bruce. Which all that mess resulted in poor Banner’s state.

~

“Can you believe Tasha and the Hawk are together?” The scientist blurted out, forgetting he was specifically told not to say a word about it. Tony looked up from the Spiderman suit adjustments he was working on for Peter. “I’m sorry, what?” 

Now, if there was one person you’d like personal (Secret) information to slip out in front of, it wouldn’t be Tony. That Stark told the world he was a reckless man in forbidden technology, he can’t keep a secret for the life of him. Especially if he can cause drama in the compound. 

Bruce mentally swore as he stammered for a cover-up, failing and making a fool of himself in front of the Playboy. 

For the rest of the day, Bruce AND the Hulk were frightened that Tasha would find out and murder him. Of course, the team would never let that happen, but Natasha surely had her ways. 

~

Natasha choked on a sob, tilting her head up to the sky to help prevent the tears pooling in her eyes from falling. No one has ever seen her in this state before, so fragile and worried. “Clint, please,” Her voice was barely above a whisper. It looked as if she were to break into a million pieces any minute. 

Steve looked at the former Russian assassin with sad eyes, pitying her unfortunate soul. Looking at the time, the super-soldier took a deep breath. 

11:29.

He’s sat with her and Clint for about three hours now, he was getting weak from watching Barton’s heart monitor beep slower and slower by the moment. 

“You’re allowed to leave you know,” The widow’s scratchy voice filled the room with something other than hiccups and hospital machinery. Steve sighed, “I’m not sure if I should leave you in here alone,” 

“I’m not alone.” Natasha rested her chin on her fists, her knuckles turning white. Steve sighed once again but didn’t protest. Leaving the enclosed room, he shut the door behind him softly and turned to the rest of the team in the living room.

“She’s not coming out,” Tony nodded, not paying attention to what Cho had said but instead thinking about Clint. 

~

Natasha thought about their moments together as the clock got closer to midnight. Their previous New Years…

Tony walked into the living room, champagne and a slim wine glass in hand. “Y’all ready for new years?” He flopped on the couch and watched whatever show the two assassins had put on. Clint looked towards the mechanic, “Of course! We can finally get over this stupid year,” Tasha chuckled at his words, her way of agreeing to the correct statement. 

She now prayed to someone she didn’t even believe in for Clint to live these last couple of minutes… She wanted him to finish this one last year.

11:47.

Tony popped his head in the room, his anxiety spiking at the sight of one of his best friends unconscious before him. 

"Tasha, it's almost midnight…" he crept up behind her, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Would you like a drink?" His voice cracked. Tony wouldn't dare show his pain in front of anyone. And there was no way he would break down in front of Natasha when she was struggling to keep strong herself. 

"I'm good," She whispered loud enough for Tony to hear. Tony gave a small tap on her shoulder, stalling. "Common Nat-" he was cut off.

"I'm fine." This time her voice was firm and husky. Tony's hand fell down her back and quietly shut the door behind him. 

Now, it was five minutes till midnight. Natasha Romanoff was getting closer to Clint's side with every minute. 

11:57.

"Common, Clinton, I need you," her chest was stuck, her breath hitched in her throat, her lips pressed against each other, denying her salty tears entrance. 

The clock ticked once again, leaving another minute in the past… leaving another heartbeat behind.

The widow rested her head on the bedside, her hand intertwining with Clints.

11:59. One more minute.

The pink, puffy eyes made their way to the analog clock above the window. 

The beeping slowed. 

The stars outside looked so peaceful…

Another beep brought Natasha back to reality. 

00:00.

The line crossed the heart monitor.

Natasha broke down…

Kissing Clinton Barton's lips at midnight, her tears dropped to his cheeks. 

Wiping them off with a smooth yet shakey stroke, Natasha Romanoff told him her last words.

"Happy New Year, Clint," 

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