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colouring - n.r

pairing: natasha romanoff x gn!reader

warnings: angst -> fluff -> crack

fandom: mcu

summary: colouring. that's all you get

prompt: “I thought you loved me”

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“I can’t believe you’ve done this”

You and Nat where staring each other down, Nat about to win the staring battle.

“I thought you loved me” She said, her face turning softer.

You took a step closer to her, your hand coming up to hold her cheek.

“I do darling, it’s just that-” You sighed. “You know that my parents hate the fact that we- we color with each other every week!”

“Who said you need to obey your parents, this is a free world!” Natasha responded, opening her arms. “Do you you prefer me or your parents?”

“You darling it’s just- we really have to thank crayola for this strong bond of ours!”

“And, CUT!”

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Love natsxaddictions story. And this is the first story I've read. Want the other natasha fans and angst fans to read this, because its beautiful!

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story Masterlist

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha and Reader get into an accident that leaves Natasha in critical condition. When she wakes up, it's revealed that she has amnesia and doesn't remember her life, her wife, or her children.

Warnings: Angst, 18+ Minors DNI Smut, Cursing, Violence, breastfeeding

Notes: Reader and Natasha have been married for about three years. They have two adopted children, Olivia (3), and Lily (18 months)

Please pay attention to the trigger warnings and proceed with precaution and discretion

Trigger Warnings: mention of SA, mention of children conceived through SA, mention of human trafficking, mention of starvation

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Chapters:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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Drabbles/Blurbs

Good Enough ( Natasha breastfeeds Lily for the first time after a tantrum)

Memories of a Life Worth Living (Natasha and Reader look through a photo album together)

Wash Day (Natasha learns to take care of the girl's hair)

Body Jewelry ( Nat discovers Reader has an interesting piercing)

Office Space (18+ Minors DNI) ( R and Nat are stuck in a closet)

Three Strands ( Reader braids Nat's hair)

All of My Favorite Things (Olivia putting stickers on her favorite things)

Candyland (Nat wants to make R feel better with a family night)

Meet Me in Norway ( Nat and Reader share moments in Norway while on the run)

Just A Crush ( Natasha realizes she may be falling in love with R)

Are you, Mama? ( Olivia is frustrated when Nat isn't the same)

Wedding Day ( Natasha sneaks into R's room before their wedding)

Dancing Shoes (Natasha discovers her dance room)

People Watching ( Natasha and Reader sit together in the park)

Office Space ( Nat and Reader get steamy in Steve's office)

Birthday (The girls and R throw Natasha a birthday party)

Fireflies (The girls beg Natasha to take them outside)

Big Sisters (Olivia being the best big sister when Lily is afraid)

Say You Love Me ( R and Nat get into an argument about Nat flirting with other people)

The Kissing Game (Natasha likes kissing R)

Frustrated- (Nat pisses R off)

relevant tag, asks, and questions: #wholiveswhodies

This is who I imagine when I write Olivia and Lily. The girls in the pictures (Anais and Mirabelle Lee) are obviously twins, but the girls in the fic are close enough in age and size that there's not much of a difference. Taller twin is obvi Olivia. Ignore this if you've pictured something else in your mind but yeah just sharing.

What it’s like Dating Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha romanoff x reader

Warnings: implied smut,Angst,Fluff

It took a while for Nat to get close to you. The walls she had built around her needed to be broken down first.

She loves to be the big spoon, be the one to comfort you, she’ll run her finger up and down your hip in a soft motion.

Her love language is definitely Acts of service, she’ll buy you things,make you food if you come back from work later than her. She’ll do as much as she can with the free time she has.

She never realized until you how touched starved she was growing up. She’ll hold your hand or kiss your cheek in public but behind closed doors Physical touch is her second love language. Always needing a reason to touch you.

She definitely is the more dominant one in the relationship but she does have her moments,where she doesn’t want to think and just wants to let you do the thinking for her. During those times are usually the hardest for her.

Usually she likes surprising people with the multiple times she changes her hair, but now being with you, it’s always you cutting her hair dyeing it. Loving every bit of the closest and the trust she has for you. Plus it’s a great thing to grip😉

There are some rough patches in the relationship mostly because of her trauma but that doesn’t stop you from helping her the best you can even if it means starting her shower,putting her stuff away, or even just giving her some needed time alone.

Most likely you both have a ring hiding in your drawer not knowing that the other is also planning to propose.♥️

Message me for requests! 18+ for smut

Bacon and Bloodhounds

You, walking with your phone in hand, can smell bacon being cooked somewhere. It's somewhere in the compound. You know it is. And you also know that whoever you find that is cooking it, is going to give you a slice.

So, you follow the scent. You go up four flights of stairs, through 3 rooms, and past a cleaning closet that smells entirely too much like bleach. All while scrolling on TikTok.

As you enter, you can't hear the popping of bacon being cooked so you know it's done. You follow the residual scent of bacon quickly, and stop at the person with your hand out, waiting for your piece of bacon. Whoever it is, places a piece of bacon in your hand and you leave. All the while, you still have your eyes trained to your phone, reading a nasty piece of Wattpad.

As you leave, you hear the beginnings of a conversation, and pause just outside the door.

"Y/N has the nose of a bloodhound!" Tony exclaimed, and as you peak around the door, no one noticing you, you see him to be the person who made the bacon. Or at least the person eating it.

"And the breasts of a Greek Goddess..." Natasha kinda zones out looking at the door.

Everyone looks at Natasha in varying degrees of 'what the hell?' It's a comedic, and not very common sight to see the assassin of all assassins be hypnotized by a person.

"Nat?" Tony sounds concerned.

Natasha looks away to return to the present conversation and catches your eye. You wink as you walk away, eating your bacon.

Obviously, someone has to give. And you refuse to.

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Author's Cup of Tea:

This one also came from a tiktok. That's where the majority of my inspo for writing comes from ngl. Anywho, have a good day.

WHO LIVES, WHO DIES, WHO TELLS YOUR STORY CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Who Lives, Who Dies Who Tells Your Story

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha and Reader get into an accident that leaves Natasha in critical condition. When she wakes up, it’s revealed that she has amnesia and doesn’t remember her life, her wife, or her children.

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Natasha strode purposefully through the winding hallways of the Avengers Compound. The place was empty as she was learning was the norm for this time of day. She was anticipating your arrival at the compound at any minute. Today, she opted for a laid-back outfit. She wore a pair of well-worn, fitted jeans that hugged her curves, and a simple, loose-fitting black t-shirt graced her upper body, its fabric soft and comfortable against her skin. Rolled-up sleeves hinted at her toned arms, a testament to her strength and agility. When she picked her clothing, she thought of something relaxing and flexible enough to run around with two children for the entire weekend. 

 As she turned a corner, her brisk pace led to an accidental collision with another person.

"Sorry, I wasn't..." Natasha's words trailed off as she took in the person she had bumped into. It was Melina. Melina regarded Natasha with a mixture of surprise and concern.

"Natasha? You’re still here?" Melina's voice held a hint of disbelief.

Natasha's heart skipped a beat, and she struggled to compose herself, avoiding direct eye contact. "Melina... I didn't expect to see you here," she responded, her voice tinged with guarded caution.

Melina's gaze softened, and she took a step closer. "I heard you were staying. I wanted to see you and talk to you," she said softly, her concern evident.

Nervously, Natasha scanned the empty hallway, searching for a means of escape. However, before she could make her getaway, a familiar voice reached her ears.

"Natasha! There you are!" The voice belonged to Alexei. As he rounded the corner, a broad smile spread across his face. His eyes lit up with genuine enthusiasm.

"It's so good to see you, my little spy! How have you been?" Alexei's excitement was palpable, his joy at Natasha's presence unfeigned.

"Natasha, we've been wanting to talk..." Melina's voice carried a note of vulnerability, her words carefully chosen.

Natasha's eyes flickered with a mixture of resistance and uncertainty. The years of abandonment had left wounds that still ached within her, and she remained guarded, unsure of where she stood with them. The recent amnesia that had clouded her memories further complicated the already tangled threads of their relationship.

Seeking a chance to bridge the gap between them, Melina stepped forward, her voice infused with earnestness. "Please, Natasha, we've missed you. Can we just have a few minutes of your time?"

Natasha felt her resolve waver, a momentary glimpse of vulnerability breaking through her facade. The weight of their absence and the pain it had caused still lingered, but just as she teetered on the possibility of opening up, a car pulled up outside the compound.

In an instant, the jovial laughter of her daughter, floated through the air, accompanied by the sound of car doors slamming shut. Natasha's eyes widened with surprise, a wave of relief and joy washing over her conflicted heart.

"Excuse me for a moment," Natasha uttered softly, her voice laced with a newfound sense of purpose.

With determination shining in her eyes, Natasha pivoted on her heels and briskly strode toward the source of the commotion. Melina and Alexei watched her retreating figure, their brows furrowed with concern and uncertainty, feeling the opportunity for connection slipping away like sand through their fingers.

“She will come when she’s ready,” Alexei murmured to Melina as he leaned down to kiss her forehead. 

Left standing alone in the hallway, their longing to rebuild the fractured bond with their daughter remained unfulfilled, the ache of missed chances hanging heavily in the air.

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Outside, a light dusting of snow covered the grounds of the Avengers Compound as Natasha stood at the entrance, eagerly anticipating your exit from the car. It had been a couple of weeks since their last visit, and now it was Natasha's turn to spend the weekend with them, just the three of them together.

Natasha's eyes lit up with warmth and anticipation, as you emerged from the driver's seat, carefully unstrapping Lily from her car seat with practiced ease. Olivia, a vibrant bundle of energy, followed closely behind, her tiny boots making a muffled thud on the snowy ground.

Olivia's excitement bubbled over as she spotted Natasha standing there, her face breaking into a wide grin. She bounded toward Natasha, her enthusiasm evident in every step.

"Mama! Hi, Mama!" Olivia exclaimed, her voice filled with glee.

Natasha crouched down, her arms open wide, ready to embrace the little whirlwind of energy. "Hello, Olivia! I've missed you so much," Natasha replied, her voice laced with genuine affection.

But just as Olivia reached Natasha, her little boots slipped on the icy ground. In an instant, you who had been right behind her, reacted with lightning speed, catching Olivia before she fell. You hiked Lily higher on your hip as you helped Oliva to stand up correctly. 

"Whoa there, let’s calm down a little," You said with a chuckle, steadying Olivia and lifting her safely back onto her feet.

Olivia giggled, her wide eyes shimmering with a mixture of excitement and relief. "Thanks, Mommy," she said, her voice filled with adoration.

You grinned, ruffling Olivia's hair affectionately. "You're welcome, my brave girl," you replied, only letting her go wehn you’re sure she’s going to behave. 

With Olivia now secure, Natasha rose to her feet, her heart filled with warmth at the sight of the little family she had come to cherish.  The atmosphere quickly changed, holding a hint of tension, akin to a custody trade-off, as you approached, carrying the diaper bags and backpack.

You handed the bags to Natasha without a word, your gaze momentarily meeting Natasha's before diverting your attention to the excited children. Lily cooed softly in your arms, seemingly unfazed by the subtle awkwardness that hung in the air.

Olivia tugged at Natasha's coat, vying for her attention. "Mama, look! I want to make a snowman!" she exclaimed, pointing to the piles of snow covering the usual green fields. 

Natasha smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling with affection. "How about later? We can do whatever you want this weekend," she suggested, momentarily distracted from the underlying tension.

As Olivia continued to chatter excitedly, Natasha seized the moment to break the silence. She turned to you her voice filled with genuine curiosity. "So, what do you have planned for the day? Do you need to get back home soon?" Natasha asked, attempting to navigate the unspoken uncertainties between you.

You hesitated, your gaze flickering with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. You searched Natasha's face, attempting to discern her true intentions. Finally, you responded, your voice laced with a hint of uncertainty. "I don't have any specific plans. Why do you ask?"

Natasha's features softened her genuine concern for you evident. "I just want to make sure everything is going well for you," she replied, her words filled with a mixture of empathy and genuine care.

Your guarded demeanor melted slightly, revealing a glimmer of vulnerability. "I appreciate your concern, Natasha," she responded softly, her voice tinged with a trace of longing. “I have a thing with Theresa and her daughter later on today.”

“Right, Theresa,” Natasha didn’t like how the name sounded on her tongue at the moment. 

“Well,” You passed Lily over to her, the toddler bouncing excitedly in her arms, as she was finally in her Mama’s arms. “I’m going to go and say hi to Wanda before I head back out.” 

“Right,” Natasha nods. She definitely understands this level of cordiality is all you can give at the moment. She turns her attention back to the girls. It’s best to get them inside before they freeze. You step around them, heading for Wanda’s suite on the other side of the building. 

Balancing Lily in her arms and clutching the diaper bags and backpack, Natasha made her way back toward her suite. Olivia, the little chatterbox, trailed closely behind, her voice filled with an incessant stream of words about her daily activities at home.

Olivia's excitement spilled forth, as she animatedly described playing with her toys, her favorite meals, and the cartoons she loved watching on TV. Natasha listened attentively, her attention divided between Olivia's animated tales and the task of managing everything in her arms.

As they walked, Natasha's injured arm twinged, a subtle reminder of her own vulnerability. She juggled the bags, trying to find a comfortable grip, but her attention was divided, making the task more challenging than it should have been.

Olivia, unaware of Natasha's distraction, continued her lively narration. "And you know what, Mama? Mommy took us to Target! It's my favorite store ever! We got new toys and snacks. Can we go to Target too?"

Natasha's lips curled into a gentle smile, finding comfort in Olivia's innocent enthusiasm. "That sounds like a lot of fun, Olivia," she replied, her voice warm and affectionate.

They reached the entrance to Natasha's suite, and she carefully set the bags down, momentarily relieved of their weight. Lily gurgled contentedly, her tiny fingers reaching out toward Olivia.

Natasha turned her attention fully to Olivia, crouching down to her level, her injured arm cradling Lily securely. "Olivia, I would love to take you to Target sometime. Let’s get inside first then we can plan," she said, her voice filled with genuine affection.

Olivia's eyes lit up with joy, her excitement practically tangible. “I like planning!!" she exclaimed, unable to contain her enthusiasm.

Natasha's heart swelled with tenderness, her momentary distraction replaced by a shared connection with Olivia. Natasha entered her suite, carefully cradling Lily in her arms and setting down the bags. Olivia, her curiosity unyielding, gazed up at Natasha with wide eyes.

"Is Mommy going to stay here too?" Olivia asked, her voice filled with hopeful anticipation.

Natasha knelt down, meeting Olivia's gaze with a gentle yet firm expression. "No, sweetheart. It's just you, me, and Lily for the weekend," she explained, her voice laced with both tenderness and honesty. "We'll have a special time together, just like we used to."

Olivia's face fell slightly, her disappointment evident. "But I like all of us together," she murmured, her voice low and sad.”Like at home.”

Natasha's heart ached at the complexity of the situation, torn between nurturing Olivia's desire for connection and protecting her from the intricacies of the situation. She reached out, gently placing a hand on Olivia's shoulder.

"I know you miss it, Olivia. It's okay to feel that way," Natasha reassured her, her voice soft and comforting. "We'll make the most of our time together. I promise."

Olivia's expression brightened slightly, a sense of trust and understanding shining through. She leaned into Natasha's touch, finding comfort in her warm embrace.

"Now," Natasha continued, her voice brightening with anticipation, "We have the whole day ahead of us. What activity would you like to do? We can go on a nature walk though it’s very cold outside, play with your dolls, or even have a tea party."

Olivia's eyes widened with excitement, her mind racing with possibilities. "Can we build a giant fort, Mama? And then have a tea party inside?" she suggested.

Natasha grinned, her own excitement mirroring Olivia's. "That’s actually a good idea. Let me find everything and we can start."

As Natasha and Olivia began to gather supplies, laughter filled the air, replacing any lingering uncertainty with a shared sense of adventure. In that moment, Natasha's heart swelled with gratitude for the opportunity to create lasting memories and provide a sense of stability and love for the two little girls in her care.

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You made your way to Wanda's suite, the corridors of the Avengers Compound a familiar path. As you approached, you could hear the melodious strumming of a guitar. You knocked on the door a few times, patiently waiting for her to answer. Wanda engrossed in her music, paused as she noticed your arrival.

"Hey, y/n! Come on in," Wanda greeted, setting the guitar aside. She wore a warm smile, grateful for the company. It had been a while since you both had a chance to catch up.

You settled into a nearby chair, scanning your surroundings. There was much to discuss, so many unspoken thoughts and reservations.

“I can feel your judgment from here,” Wanda rolled her eyes. 

“I’m not judging,” You argue. “The place simply looks interesting.” If by interesting you mean cluttered. Wanda seemed to have a never-ending pile of books on her coffee table, laundry everywhere, and even a chest full of clothes on the other side of the room. This could only mean she has a busy mind at the moment. 

“Mhmm,” Wanda hums. "So, what's been going on?" She asked.

You hesitated for a moment, choosing your words carefully. "Things have been... complicated. Natasha and I are still trying to navigate our relationship. It's not easy."

Wanda's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her expression hinting at a lingering skepticism. "She actually apologized to me, you know," she remarked, her voice softening. "Said she was sorry for everything that happened."

A flicker of surprise crossed your features, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected admission. It was nice to hear that Natasha had taken a step towards reconciliation. However, the wariness within you still held firm.

"That's... good," you replied cautiously, your voice filled with a mix of appreciation and wariness. "But forgiveness and trust take time, Wanda. I can't simply forget everything that happened."

Wanda's eyes held a glimmer of understanding, her voice gentle. "I know, y/n.Trust me.  It's just... after everything, it's hard to trust her completely. I'm still trying to find my way through it all."

You nodded in agreement, grateful for Wanda's unwavering support. "I understand. And I know it's not easy. But we have to remember that Natasha went through amnesia. She doesn't remember a lot of what happened. It's a process for her too."

Wanda's expression softened a subtle shift in her perspective. She leaned back in her chair, absorbing your words. "You're right. It’s not her fault. She could be a bit nicer about it.” Wanda shook her head. “Where are the babies?”

“With her,” You answered. “Probably driving her nuts like they’d done to me. Do you know, for the past week Lily refused to sleep for more than an hour? I’m deprived.”

“Tough,” Wanda grinned. “I’ve always liked you as a mom. You’re so much more easygoing in that realm of things.”

“Well, I’m glad you think so,” You sigh. 

You leaned back in the comfortable chair, the weariness of the past weeks weighing heavily on your shoulders. Your mind wandered, and in a moment of quiet surrender, you let out a soft sigh, muttering a phrase in Sokovian.

"U ležérk sa," You murmured the words a testament to your exhaustion.

Wanda's eyes widened, a smile dancing at the corners of her lips. "Ah. Feeling a bit tired, y/n?” she teased, her voice filled with gentle amusement.

You couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction, grateful for the levity she brought into the room. “Tired is an understatement,” You shake your head. “Let me hear you play.”

Wanda nods, a sheepish grin on her face, as she picks up her guitar again. As her fingers ran over the strings, she was transported to another place. You could see in her eyes the love she had for music. It was certainly a sight to see as you melted into the cushions of your chair. For now, you’d allow yourself this moment of respite. 

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Natasha sat at the kitchen table, a high chair beside her where Lily was comfortably seated. A plate of small sliced fruits lay before Lily, an array of vibrant colors that captured her attention. Olivia stood beside Natasha, eager to contribute to the lunchtime activities.

Lily's big, curious eyes met Natasha's gaze as she pointed at each piece of fruit, her tiny hand reaching out inquisitively. "What ?" Lily signed, her hands moving with rapid succession as she held each one up. 

Natasha mirrored the sign for "apple," her voice accompanying the gesture. "This is an apple, Lily," she explained, enunciating each word clearly. "Apple," she repeated, emphasizing the spoken word as well.

Lily's face lit up, her own small hands attempting to mimic the sign. "Apple," she echoed, her voice sweet and melodic. 

As Natasha dedicated her attention to Lily, she also kept a watchful eye on Olivia, who was eager to contribute to the lunchtime preparations. Olivia's face scrunched up with concentration, her young mind working to form her request.

"I know!" Olivia exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "Let's make a sam-wich!" The mispronunciation of the word "sandwich" made Natasha's heart swell with adoration.

Natasha smiled warmly, her enthusiasm mirroring Olivia's. "That's a great idea, Olivia," she replied, her voice brimming with encouragement. "We can make sandwiches together.”

“Yeah, and maybe, um, maybe Mommy will eat sam-wich with us,” Olivia pondered as she walked over to the counter. She stood on a step stool, patiently waiting for Natasha’s next move. 

Olivia's eyes sparkled with hope, her imagination already painting a picture of a shared meal. 

As Natasha rose from her seat, she carried Lily's high chair to the counter, ensuring she was within sight while they busied themselves with the lunch preparations. She signed to Lily, explaining the process, while also speaking aloud to include her in the conversation.

The kitchen came alive with activity as Natasha and Olivia worked side by side, assembling sandwiches with love and care. The sandwiches in question were ham and cheese paninis that Olivia claimed to be her favorite. Olivia's pride shone through as she presented each creation to Lily, eagerly describing the ingredients with a charming mixture of toddler babble and enthusiasm.

The kitchen buzzed with activity as Natasha and Olivia prepared the sandwiches, their laughter filling the air. As you passed by, Olivia's bright eyes locked onto you, her excitement uncontainable. She jumped from the stool, calling out your name as she approached you.  She tugged at your hand, practically dragging you towards the kitchen.

"Mommy, come eat with us, please!" Olivia pleaded, her voice filled with anticipation and hope.

Your initial reluctance lingered, uncertainty etching your features as you glanced between Natasha and the children. But Olivia's infectious enthusiasm slowly eroded your hesitation.

"Alright," You relented, a soft smile forming on your lips. "I'll join you for lunch."

Hand in hand with Olivia, you entered the kitchen, the atmosphere shifting as you took a seat at the table. Natasha greeted you with surprising warmth, gesturing for you to make yourself comfortable.

As you settled down, the room filled with the joyful babbling and animated conversations of the children. Olivia's voice bubbled over with excitement as she talked about any and everything that was on her mind. 

Olivia, her face beaming with excitement, sat at the kitchen table between you, her tiny hands clasped together. She looked like a little business lady as she spoke. The remnants of her lunch scattered across the table as she began to share her thoughts.

“Mommy and Mama, I love being here with you!” Olivia said seriously. 

“We love being here with you too, Olivia. What do you enjoy the most about being at the compound?” Natasha prompted with a smile. 

“I like... I like everything! We play and have fun! And we go on adventures!” Olivia listed. 

“There are a lot of exciting things to do here.” You agree.

“And you get to meet other friends too, right? Like Wanda and the others?”

“Oh, yes! I play with Wanda and other friends. We have so much fun!” Olivia bit into the last piece of her panini. 

“This sandwich is really good. How’d you know it was my favorite?” You ask. You look between Natasha and Olivia. 

“It was my idea. Well, Olivia wanted sandwiches but I decided to go for these,” Natasha shrugs. “I didn’t know they were your favorite. That’s good to know.”

You nod. You don’t want to think that it’s her consciously remembering but you can’t help it.   

The atmosphere at the table grew heavy with an awkward silence, and you exchanged uncertain glances with Natasha. The tension between you was still apparent, and it’s quite difficult trying to make that connection when you don’t know how Natasha is going to react. So far, she’s been decent. Reserved. Maybe she’s tired of all the fighting too. Maybe she’s finally happy you left her alone. 

It was in this tense moment that Lily made her desires known. With her tiny hands, she signed the word for milk, her eyes pleading. Natasha's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a flicker of unease crossing her features. You could see she felt out of her element, unsure of how to respond.

But despite the lingering tension, Natasha recognized the importance of nurturing the bond with Lily. Softly, she responded to Lily's plea.

"Okay, Lily," Natasha whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. "Up we go."

As you observed this exchange, a surge of gratitude and sincerity washed over you. You leaned towards Natasha, a genuine appreciation in your voice.

"Natasha, I appreciate you stepping up despite everything that’s going on, "You confessed. Her eyes flashed to yours briefly. “You’re doing a great job with them.” 

Your eyes met, a mix of vulnerability and determination shining through. Natasha nodded, acknowledging the significance of the moment, and carefully scooped Lily into her arms. A sense of tenderness enveloped the room as she unbuttoned her top and began to nurse, momentarily soothing the lingering awkwardness.

As Lily nursed, the tension began to dissipate, making way for a gentler atmosphere. In this vulnerable exchange, a flicker of hope sparked, promising the potential for healing and growth.

This weekend would be the second time she’s kept the girls since coming back to the compound. She’s been able to explore what life is like on her own. She understands the needs of her family at this time and she feels she’s making progress. She feels lighter as she nurses Lily, aware of your eyes on her as she continues. She hopes she’s doing the right thing. 

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You stepped into the quietness of your home, feeling the weight of the solitude settle around you like a heavy shroud. It had been hours since the vibrant laughter of Olivia and Lily filled the air, and the absence of their energy left a noticeable void.

As you moved through the familiar spaces, the toys scattered across the floor caught your eye, a bittersweet reminder of the joyful chaos that once defined your home. The stillness now seemed to echo with their absence, making the emptiness all the more heartbreaking. You know it’s only temporary. It’s just a weekend. As a mother, you should be jumping with joy for a moment alone. You feel the complete opposite. Being alone means you have more time to think. You have more time to ruminate and dwell on things you’ve pushed down. 

Yelena, having chosen to distance herself from Natasha for the time being, had left you alone to navigate your own desires. Yelena was a girl that loved her. She felt things for people, she often didn’t want to, and surprisingly this change was a lot for her. So she did what she needed to. She’d left Fanny to you while taking another top secret mission she wouldn’t tell you about. While you respected her decision, you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing without the connection that Natasha and the girls brought into your life.

Sinking into a comfortable chair, you pondered the possibilities that lay before you. With the freedom to do as you please, your mind wandered through the choices. You could lose yourself in the pages of a captivating book, immersing yourself in stories that whisked you away to different worlds. Or maybe you could indulge in a favorite hobby, finding solace and purpose in the familiar activities that brought you joy.

Yet, as you sat in the quiet of your home, your heart yearned for something more. It craved the noise and laughter, the chaos and love that filled the space when Natasha and the girls were present. The absence of their vibrant energy left you longing for the connection and the shared moments that had become the highlight of your days.

Taking out your phone, you sent a message to Theresa to cancel for the night. You’re not truly in the mood for guests. You settled into the comfort of the chair, allowing the weight of solitude to envelop you.  The stillness in the room seemed to amplify the thoughts swirling in your mind. Resting your hands on the armrests, you took a deep breath, ready to release some of the magic within you.

Closing your eyes, you summoned your power, feeling the vibrant energy surge through your veins. The air around you crackled with anticipation as a soft purple glow enveloped your palms. 

With each exhale, you released a small portion of your magical essence, letting it dissipate into the room. The gentle aura of purple shimmered, casting a calming ambiance around you. As you continued this ritual, the weight of the day began to lift, and your mind found a momentary respite.

You reflected on how different your life had become. The accident, the girls, and life without Natasha. Everything was so different and you still couldn’t tell if this was for the better. 

The purple glow of your magic flickered, dancing in harmony with your thoughts. You haven’t been caring for yourself like you should. You have been attached to someone, child or spouse, for so long you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be alone. You breathed slowly, reminding yourself of your essence, and opting to sit with your thoughts for a little longer. As the glow gradually faded, you opened your eyes, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. The room still held echoes of the residual magic, your eyes tracing the dissolving hues before you wiggled your fingers, bringing yourself back to the present world. 

You sat in the chair, lost in your thoughts when you felt a gentle nudge against your leg. Looking down, you saw Fanny, curling up beside you. A small smile played on your lips as you leaned down to pet Fanny, finding comfort in her presence.

"Fanny, you always know how to make me feel better, don't you?" you said softly, your voice filled with tenderness. "Thank you for being here, you're such a good listener."

Fanny wagged her tail, her eyes filled with understanding. At that moment, the unspoken bond between you and your temporary furry companion brought solace and a sense of peace.

After a while, you gently patted Fanny's head and stood up, feeling a newfound tranquility washing over you. It was time to indulge in a well-deserved bath, a moment of self-care to ease your mind and worries.

As you ascended the stairs, Fanny's soft footsteps followed behind. Grateful for this small gesture of support, you entered the bathroom and filled the bathtub with warm water, watching as the steam rose and filled the room.

Taking a moment to reflect on the day, the challenges, and the moments of love, you felt a weight lifting from your shoulders. With each step you took, you felt a sense of renewal, knowing that you possess the strength and resilience to navigate whatever lies ahead.

Slipping into the steaming hot water, you allowed yourself to unwind. The quiet air of the bathroom became a sanctuary, a space for introspection and renewal.

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The room was dimly lit, a soothing ambiance created by the soft glow of a nightlight. Natasha sat on the edge of the bed, exhaustion etched across her face, as she tried to calm Olivia, who was in the midst of a temper tantrum. Lily watched with wide eyes from her crib, unsure of what was happening.

“I want Mommy! I miss her!” Olivia whined as she folded her arms. 

Natasha's heart ached at Olivia's words. She understood the pain and longing the little girl felt, missing her other mother. Natasha had been trying everything she could think of to ease Olivia's distress and help her settle into sleep, but her attempts had been in vain so far.

“Olivia, I know you miss Mommy. I'm here with you, and I love you very much. Let's try to calm down, okay? Take some deep breaths with me.”

Natasha demonstrated deep breaths, hoping Olivia would follow suit. However, the tantrum persisted, and Olivia's cries grew louder. Natasha reached out to gently stroke her back, trying to offer comfort amidst the chaos.

“It's okay to be sad, sweetheart. We all miss Mommy sometimes. But right now, I'm here for you. Let's find a way to help you relax and feel better.

Natasha tried different tactics, pulling out Olivia's favorite stuffed animal and singing a lullaby softly. She rocked back and forth on the bed, hoping the familiar routine would lull Olivia into a state of calmness. Yet, the tantrum showed no signs of subsiding.

Feeling her own patience tested, Natasha fought back her own weariness, determined to find a solution. She would have to go against her better judgment and ask for help. 

Natasha stood outside Wanda's suite, holding Olivia tightly in one arm while Lily clung to her other arm. A mix of embarrassment and desperation coursed through her, as she hoped Wanda could offer assistance in calming Olivia's distress. With a hesitant sigh, she knocked on the door.

Wanda opened the door, her expression immediately reflecting concern as she took in the distraught trio standing before her.

"Natasha, what's wrong? Come in, all of you," Wanda said softly, stepping aside to welcome them inside.

Natasha entered the room, her gaze filled with a mix of vulnerability and apology. She spoke hesitantly, her voice betraying her unease.

"Wanda, I'm sorry to bother you, but Olivia is having a really hard time tonight. I thought maybe being here with you could help," Natasha explained, her words laced with a touch of embarrassment.

Understanding the gravity of the situation, Wanda nodded empathetically.

"Of course, I can help," Wanda reassured, her voice brimming with compassion.

Wanda knelt down, extending a comforting hand towards Olivia with a gentle smile. However, the overwhelmed little girl's distress intensified unexpectedly. In a moment of frustration and confusion, Olivia bit down on Wanda's hand, causing Wanda to wince in pain.

"Olivia, no! That's not how we express ourselves, sweetie," Wanda exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and concern. She inspected her hand, finding that the bite was superficial, as she sighed. 

The room filled with tension as Natasha rushed to intervene, gently pulling Olivia back to look at her. 

“Olivia, we don’t hurt people,” Natasha lightly scolded her. Apparently, this was the wrong thing to do. Olivia, still overwhelmed by her emotions, turned and bit down on Natasha's arm.

"Ow! Olivia, please, we can't hurt each other," Natasha winced, her voice a mixture of pain and gentle admonishment.

Despite the discomfort, Wanda remained composed, understanding the underlying turmoil Olivia was experiencing. She attempted to redirect Olivia's attention, offering words of reassurance and guidance.

"Olivia, it's okay to feel upset, but we need to find healthier ways to express ourselves," Wanda said softly, her voice steady and calm. "Can you tell me how you’re feeling?."

Olivia's rapid breaths gradually slowed as she attempted to mimic Wanda's deep breaths. “I-I want Mommy,” Olivia whined. “I want to go home.” Olivia sobbed. Something about hearing her say that broke Natasha’s heart. In her arms, Lily began to show her own distress, making it known that she wasn’t happy about being awake past bedtime. Natasha shushed her, rubbing her back soothingly, as she kissed her forehead. 

“Olivia, you’re going home tomorrow,” Nataha kneeled. “I thought we could sleep together. Have a little fun. In the morning your mom will be there.”

“No, no, no,” Olivia shook her head. “I want Mommy now.”

“I know, baby,” Natasha sighed. It truly sucked to not understand how to console your child. 

Wanda observed the exchange, her concern evident on her face. She offered a potential solution.

"Hey, Natasha, maybe I should shoot a text to y/n and let her know what went down," Wanda suggested, her tone reflecting genuine care.

Natasha paused for a moment, considering Wanda's offer. However, she mustered a small smile and shook her head gently, responding in a contemporary way.

"Nah, thanks, Wanda. I appreciate the support, but I got this. I think it's best if I handle it on my own," Natasha replied, her tone a blend of gratitude and determination.

Understanding Natasha's desire to take charge of the situation herself, Wanda nodded, her eyes conveying unwavering support.

"Got it, Natasha. " Wanda said, her voice filled with empathy.

With a nod of gratitude, Natasha guided Olivia and Lily towards the exit, wrapping her arms protectively around them. There was one last thing she was willing to do. 

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You trail down the stairs, flicking on the foyer light, as you wrap the tie of your black silk robe a little tighter around your waist. Through the window’s glass, you can see Natasha, clearly in her pajamas, and cold, carrying both girls in her arms. Lily is sleeping, her head cradled between Natasha’s neck and shoulder, and Olivia is in her other arm wide awake and fighting her sleep. You open the door, a gust of wind sending a chill down your spine, as you hold your arms out. Natasha steps closer so that Olivia can fall into them. You hold her against your chest, frowning at her slight sniffling and shaking body, as you rub her back in soothing circles. 

“She wouldn’t sleep,” Natasha says lowly. “Last night or tonight.” There’s a hint of defeat in her voice and you feel bad for her. You actually feel bad for her. She's out of her element. Taking care of children she hadn’t known before this month and there’s a lot expected of her. “I tried a song, um, warm milk. Taking her to Wanda and Steve. She missed you.” Natasha explains and you nod. 

“Come in,” You invite her in, stepping aside so that she can be relieved from the chilling temperature. You can see her teeth chatter, the rosiness of her cheeks, and her lack of a jacket. She would catch her death if she kept coming outside like this, but not on your watch. Natasha immediately walks over to the living room where she lies Lily down on the loveseat. She takes the cover from the back of the couch to throw it over her tiny body. Lily doesn’t startle at all. In fact, she turns over and makes herself more comfortable. 

“Want you, Mommy” Olivia whines. There are big crocodile tears sitting in the corners of her eyes, her mouth formed into a pout, and a wrinkled brow as she continues to whimper. 

“It’s okay, baby, I’m here,” You whisper to her. You kiss her forehead, hoping to ease some of her worries. You take a seat on the couch next to Lily’s sleeping form. You rock Olivia in your arms, whispering to her about how she’s okay, how much you love her, and how she’s safe here. She doesn’t settle for a long while. For a second, you forget that Natasha is in the room as you comfort your daughter. Olivia is too worked up. Eventually, she forces her small, cold hand into your robe, her hand finding its resting place along your collarbone. Her other hand, middle and ring fingers, go into her mouth, and she self-soothes in the only way she knows how when she’s this upset. She just needed to feel you. A few moments later, Olivia is sleeping, still hiccuping, though you know it’s a long time coming.

You glance over to Natasha. She’s leaning against the wall, clearly uncomfortable, and you can tell she is lost in thought. 

“Nat,” You attempt. You know you’re not on good terms but you still need to talk with her. You’d like to know how she’s feeling. Olivia’s meltdowns are intense and without experience, they can be overwhelming. “Come, sit.” You offer and you’re almost sure she’s about to say no. She bites her lip, debating whether or not she should go, but you know better. She comes to sit on the other side of Lily. She looks between both girls. 

“I have a few bite marks,” She mumbles. “Olivia’s baby teeth seem more like adult teeth.” Natasha attempts to joke. You look at her arms in concern. You can see the dark circles under her eyes. Ones to match yours. She hasn’t been getting enough sleep on top of driving an hour to bring the girls to you. Because Olivia wouldn’t sleep. Olivia wants to be in her own bed. Not in the cold walls of the compound. That isn’t her home. It’s not a place for a child and you both know that. “I-I don’t know what I’m doing. I didn’t know how to help her,” Natasha shakes her head. “She got so upset and I tried everything and…”

You let her speak. You can guess how Olivia’s tantrum went. A few broken valuables, an injured parent, and crying never seemed to stop. She’s gotten so much better now but these changes are throwing her off-kilter. You’d like to say the situation sounds familiar. You want to say you know how it feels to try your best and it still not be enough. You’re not the type to say “I told you so” no matter how much you want to. 

“It happens,” You say. “Olivia is a toddler with trauma. She values routine, structure, and normalcy. All of us do I think: You sigh. “Something we haven’t been giving her.”

Natasha nods. She knows that. 

“What do I do?” She asks and you smile gently. 

“Keep being there,” You answer. “I know it sounds simple but in those moments don’t leave her. Let her know you love her. Give her time. Allow her to feel what she feels and try again.”

All words you have lived by.

“Let’s get them to bed,” You suggest. 

You walked silently up the stairs, Olivia snuggled in your arms as you made your way to the bedroom. Natasha followed close behind, Lily resting peacefully in her arms. The weight of the evening's events lingered in the air, creating a silence between you. 

As you reached the girls' bedroom, you gently guided Olivia to lie down, tucking her in with a tender touch. Natasha mirrored the action, carefully placing Lily in her crib, her eyes filled with a mix of love and concern. Once the girls were settled, you and Natasha retreated to the hallway, your gazes meeting briefly.

In the quietness of the moment, Natasha took a deep breath, summoning her courage to break the silence. Her voice was sincere, expressing her remorse for her earlier hostility.

"I want to apologize again," Natasha began, her words laced with genuine remorse. "I know I've been defensive and distant, and it's not fair to you or the girls. I want to be better, to be more supportive and understanding."

You looked at Natasha, your eyes searching for the truth behind her words. The tension that had built up seemed to hang in the air, but there was a glimmer of hope that they could find a way to bridge the divide between them.

"I appreciate that, Natasha," You responded, your voice soft but guarded. "I know all of this isn’t easy.” You gesture back to the girls. “I’ve always known it wouldn’t be easy for you. I’m not expecting you to get over something you are still fresh about. What I did back then. Those were choices I’ve made and had to live with.  I hope that eventually, we can build trust again.”

Natasha nodded, understanding the weight of those words. She knew that rebuilding trust required consistent effort and understanding, but she was determined to make amends.

"It’s possible," Natasha affirmed. "I don’t know what all of this means for us. This separation. This time I’ve spent at the compound. It’s given me some time to think.”

“About how boring the guys are?” You jest and she smirks. 

“That too,” Natasha nods. “There was a reason we started something all those years ago. There’s a reason we worked for this long. I, um, when I said I couldn’t love you. That was not what I meant.” Natasha looks to see if you believe her words. “I’m so hung up on my past. It’s a part of my being. It’s who I am. It’s not who I want to be.”

"I want a do-over from this day forward," Natasha spoke, her voice filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability. "I know we can't go back to how things were, and I can't promise I won't struggle or make mistakes. But I want to try. I want to build something better for us and for the girls."

Your gaze softened as you listened to her words, understanding the depth of pain and anger you both carried. You knew the reluctance that guarded your own heart, aware of the risks involved. Yet, you also recognized the sincerity and genuine desire for change in her voice.

"I won't lie, Natasha. I'm still afraid. Afraid of losing what we had, afraid of history repeating itself," You admitted. "But I also see the pain you're going through, and I know it won't be the same. We can't expect it to be."

She nodded, acknowledging your fears and reservations. She understood the importance of rebuilding trust and knew that blind trust was not what either of you needed.

"We can't recreate the past, and I don't expect you to trust me blindly. It's going to take time and effort to rebuild what we had," She reassured, her voice steady.

You saw the raw honesty in her eyes, the genuine desire to change and grow. It both scared and comforted her.

"I want our marriage to be strong again, Natasha. I want to trust you and feel secure," You expressed.”Like I said from the time you woke up, I’m here for you. As your friend. As your wife."

She nodded. She could understand that. 

“I understand,” Natasha clasped her hands together. She peeks her head into the bedroom again, making sure that the girls are asleep before she sighs. “I should probably head back to the compound.”

You think about what time it is and how dangerous it is to get back to the compound in snow and darkness. You can’t let her go outside like this. 

“I can’t let you do that,” You direct your chin towards the guest bedroom. “It’s yours for tonight. If you want it.” You shrug. 

Natasha’s reaction is way quicker than you were expecting. “I’ll take it.”

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Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story Chapter Eighteen

Who Lives, Who Dies Who Tells Your Story

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha and Reader get into an accident that leaves Natasha in critical condition. When she wakes up, it’s revealed that she has amnesia and doesn’t remember her life, wife, or children.

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Natasha sat at a secluded table within the training facility. The soft scratch of a pen against paper filled the air as she diligently transcribed case notes into an old-fashioned notebook. To her, this method was a touch of familiarity in a rapidly evolving world.

As she focused on her task, a playful voice cut through the quiet corner she had claimed.

"Hey, Natasha, still clinging to the prehistoric method, huh?"

She looked up to find Sam Wilson smirking down at her. A glint of amusement danced in her eyes.

"Sam, some things are timeless," she replied, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

He chuckled, leaning in slightly and playfully nudging her shoulder. "Yeah, like you, I guess."

With a dry humor, she returned to her notes, ignoring his gentle ribbing. He continued to grin at her, unrelenting.

"You know, they have these things now, they're called computers," he continued, a teasing lilt in his voice. "They're like magic for note-taking."

Her eyes flickered up to meet his, her tone equally dry. "Magic that can be hacked, Sam."

Sam's grin widened, his banter-loving nature undeterred.

"You're something else, Nat."

Meanwhile, Natasha's focus was interrupted by the sight of Steve across the training area. As if Sam's comments were a cue, he sauntered over, sporting a sly smile.

"Speaking of old-school, Nat, isn't it about time someone taught Steve how to ask a girl out in the 21st century?"

Natasha couldn't help but smirk, her gaze shifting to Steve who was immersed in a training routine. She set her pen down, her amusement evident.

"Sam, leave Steve alone. He's been busy saving the world."

But Sam wasn't one to let up easily. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But come on, the guy's been single for, what, years? And he still hasn't figured it out?"

Her eyes danced with mirth, the memory of their conversations often circling this topic. She chuckled softly.

"You know, it's almost funny, considering I'm the one with amnesia, and he's the one who still can't quite manage it."

Sam laughed aloud, the camaraderie between them palpable. "Right? The world's a strange place, Nat."

“What are you two laughing about?” Steve raised a brow, a hand on his hip, as he stepped over to their corner of the room. 

“The fact that you can’t get a girl,” Natasha said bluntly, a playful smirk on her face. 

"Well, Nat not everyone can be married to bombshells," he retorted, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Natasha chuckled at Steve's defense, her gaze shifting between the two men. Sam laughed along, shaking his head.

"True that, Cap," Sam conceded, raising his hands in mock surrender.

Steve's reply was accompanied by a soft chuckle as he turned his attention to Natasha, his expression fond. "Besides, I think some of us enjoy keeping things a bit more... old-fashioned."

Natasha met his gaze, her own eyes warming. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a shared appreciation for the simplicity of certain things in a complex world.

Sam, undeterred, decided to prod further, pointing to Natasha. "You hear that, Nat? Steve's defending himself."

She raised an eyebrow in mock contemplation. "Is that so?"

Steve's cheeks turned a faint shade of pink, but his grin remained steady. "Well, I'm just saying, it's not always easy navigating the modern dating scene. Some of us are more comfortable in our era."

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "And here I thought being a super-soldier was enough to charm anyone."

Laughter and friendship floated in the air, a comforting backdrop to the dynamic trio's banter. Natasha's pen continued its rhythmic dance on the paper, capturing not just notes but also a sense of belonging she cherished.

In this easy exchange, Steve's demeanor shifted slightly, his eyes growing more earnest as he cleared his throat. "Hey, before we get too carried away, I wanted to let you both know that we have a meeting with General Ross later."

Natasha's eyebrows raised slightly, her interest piqued. Ross wasn't exactly her favorite person within their network.

Sam leaned back against the table, crossing his arms. "Ah, Ross.” 

Natasha glanced at Sam, her curiosity evident. "What's the meeting about?"

Steve's expression remained steady, tinged with a hint of seriousness. "It's about a new lead on that black market operation we've been tracking. Ross has some intel he wants to share."

Natasha's lips tightened almost imperceptibly. Ross had always struck her as a man with his agenda, often at odds with their methods and objectives. She shifted her gaze back to Steve, her thoughts momentarily lost in contemplation.

Sam's cryptic smile reappeared, and he tilted his head toward Natasha. "Remember Ultron, Nat? Our friend had a little run-in with Ross."

Natasha's brow furrowed as she thought back, but the memory eluded her. She glanced between Sam and Steve, a mix of curiosity and intrigue painting her features.

Steve's lips quirked into a wry smile as he explained, "Yeah, there was some... tension. We'll leave it at that."

Natasha's interest was fully piqued now. Her past, the parts that had been erased by amnesia, remained a puzzle she was constantly trying to piece together.

"Well, I guess I'll find out," she mused, a determined glint in her eyes.

Sam nodded, his grin warm. "Yeah, you will. But hey, it's good to have you back in the loop, Nat."

Natasha's lips curved into a genuine smile. It was true, that being part of this team, and sharing these moments, made her feel alive and connected in a way that she had missed during her recovery. Her pen continued its dance across the paper, capturing not just notes, but a renewed sense of purpose.

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The meeting room was a hub of activity, the Avengers gathering once again to discuss their ongoing operations. Natasha sat at the long table, her gaze sweeping over her teammates. The room seemed different from the last time they had convened here, and her eyes lingered on the changing dynamics.

She watched as Steve, Sam, and Tony exchanged thoughts, their companionship evident even in their discussions. The team had evolved since its early days, and the faces around the table were a testament to that change.

Her mind traveled back to a time when she had been one of the only women in the room, aside from Pepper Potts and Maria Hill. But now, the team has grown and expanded. Wanda, with her incredible powers, was a formidable presence, and you, though absent right now, a recent addition, had proven yourselves with determination and skills that fit right in.

The absence of Thor and Bruce Banner was notable. They had gone their separate ways, Thor back to Asgard and Bruce on a journey of self-discovery. Natasha had always appreciated the unique perspectives they brought to the team, but she also recognized that change was a constant in their line of work.

As the conversation carried on, Natasha found herself leaning back slightly in her chair, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the polished table surface. She listened as Steve, Sam, and Tony debated the intricacies of the new black market intel, but her mind wandered.

The familiar words and discussions seemed almost routine to her, a testament to the many meetings they had endured over the years. It was in moments like these that she couldn't help but feel a hint of boredom, her thoughts wandering to more engaging challenges.

The meeting room's discussions were interrupted as the door swung open, and Agent Ross entered with a few guards in tow. Natasha's brow arched in subtle curiosity at the added security presence. It seemed a tad excessive for a routine briefing, even one involving sensitive intel.

Agent Ross took his place at the head of the table, his posture conveying authority. Natasha's gaze never left him, her observant eyes assessing the situation. She had dealt with Ross before, and their interactions had rarely been smooth.

"Good afternoon, Avengers," Ross began, his voice carrying the confidence of a man accustomed to power. "I appreciate your promptness."

Natasha's gaze remained steady, and she raised an eyebrow. A silent question as she wondered why he felt the need for extra security. Ross continued without acknowledging her unspoken inquiry.

"We've obtained new intel on the black market operation that's been causing disturbances in the city," he said, his gaze sweeping over the assembled team. "We've reason to believe this operation is more extensive and dangerous than initially thought."

As Ross delved into the details, Natasha's mind began to churn. She had learned over time that challenging Ross's assumptions often led to more revealing answers. She raised her hand, her tone casual but her intent challenging.

"Agent Ross, forgive me if I'm mistaken, but it seems a bit excessive to bring guards to a routine briefing. Is there something you're not telling us?"

Ross met her gaze evenly, his expression guarded but unruffled. "Ms. Romanoff, recent developments warrant heightened security. We need to be cautious, especially given the sensitive nature of this information."

Natasha's lips twitched into a half-smile, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Sensitive enough to warrant guards in a room full of Avengers?"

Ross didn't waver, his response measured. "It's a precaution, nothing more. Now, let's focus on the matter at hand."

Natasha wasn't satisfied, but she knew when to let a point drop. She settled back in her seat, her eyes never leaving Ross as he continued discussing the operation.

However, the conversation took an unexpected turn when Ross's gaze shifted toward your empty chair. "Speaking of precautions, it has come to my attention that Y/N isn't present."

Natasha's brows furrowed, her guard instinctively rising. She had no love lost for Ross, but she couldn't fathom his issue with you. She leaned forward slightly, her tone a mixture of curiosity and challenge.

"Agent Ross, I'm intrigued. Care to explain your concern?"

Ross hesitated, his gaze flickering between Natasha and the empty chair. "Y/N's... abilities, and those of Wanda Maximoff, are unique. Their involvement could potentially complicate matters."

Natasha's lips quirked into a bemused smile. "Are you suggesting that magic is a liability in this situation?"

Ross's expression remained guarded, but his resolve was clear. "I'm suggesting caution. We need to be mindful of the potential ramifications of involving such unpredictable elements in an operation of this nature."

Natasha's smile turned slightly enigmatic as understanding dawned. "Ah, I see. You're worried about not being able to control them."

Ross met her gaze evenly, his tone measured. "I'm worried about the safety of everyone involved, including the civilians we're here to protect."

Natasha's posture remained composed, her expression a mix of curiosity and challenge. She listened as Ross laid out his concerns about involving you and Wanda, your unique abilities casting a shadow of uncertainty over the proceedings.

"Agent Ross," Natasha interjected, her tone even, "I understand your caution, but let's not forget that each of us brings a range of skills and risks to the table. Isn't it a bit shortsighted to single out individuals with exceptional abilities?"

Ross met her gaze with unwavering resolve, a hint of tension underscoring his words. "Ms. Romanoff, I am well aware of the capabilities of everyone here. I am simply advocating for a strategic approach."

Natasha's eyes shifted to Wanda, who was seated across the table. She couldn't help but wonder why the young woman didn't jump in to defend herself. Wanda's gaze was fixed on her lap, evading Ross's scrutiny. It was a contrast to the fiery spirit Natasha had seen in her before.

Ross's tone shifted as he mentioned you and Wanda's past involvements. Natasha's fingers tightened imperceptibly around the edge of the table. The implications of Ross's words were clear, and she didn't appreciate the way he was framing the narrative.

"You're saying that incidents like Lagos and Sokovia were solely the doings of Y/N and Wanda," Natasha's voice was edged with skepticism.

Ross's gaze remained unyielding. "It's not an accusation, Ms. Romanoff. It's a factual assessment of events."

Natasha's eyes narrowed, and her voice held a steely edge. "Factual assessments can be twisted to suit different narratives."

Before the conversation could spiral further, Natasha decided to confront the insinuations head-on. "Agent Ross, speaking of accountability, let's not forget certain events that happened under your watch. I seem to recall the creation of the Abomination and the chaotic events that unfolded during your tenure."

Ross's lips tightened, his demeanor remaining composed despite the barbs. "Ms. Romanoff, I was following orders—"

Natasha cut him off, her voice rising slightly. "And what about the unchecked pursuit of the Hulk? Or the Sokovia Accords debacle?"

Ross's gaze flickered, and Natasha pressed her point. "You've made your share of mistakes, Agent Ross, and yet you've never been asked to keep your mouth shut or step down."

The room fell silent as the weight of Natasha's words hung in the air. She had shed light on the double standards, and the expectations placed on those with extraordinary abilities while the more mundane failures of authority figures were brushed aside.

Steve Rogers cleared his throat, his voice steady as he steered the conversation back on track. "Alright, let's focus on the matter at hand. We all want to ensure the safety of our city."

Natasha's attention shifted back to Ross, her gaze unwavering. She had challenged his assumptions and motives, reminding him that accountability was a two-way street.

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The meeting had finally concluded, the tension in the room dissipating as the Avengers filed out, leaving Natasha and Wanda behind. It was only the second time they found themselves alone together, and an air of quiet camaraderie lingered.

Wanda hesitated before speaking, her voice soft and appreciative. "Natasha, I wanted to thank you for speaking up back there. It means a lot."

Natasha offered a small smile, her eyes meeting Wanda's. "Defending you was the right thing to do."

Wanda's gaze held a mixture of gratitude and determination. "I can take the insults, Natasha. It's Y/N that's usually more affected by them."

Natasha's brow quirked, her curiosity piqued. "Y/N?"

Wanda nodded, her expression somber. "She has magic, and people like Ross... they don't understand it. They don't trust what they don't understand."

Natasha understood the sentiment all too well. The world had always been wary of the unknown, and your unique abilities made her a target for scrutiny.

"But you chose this life, didn't you?" Natasha asked gently. "You chose your powers and to step up as an Avenger."

Wanda's gaze held a quiet resolve. "Yes, I did. I made those choices to make things right, to use my abilities for good."

Natasha nodded, her respect for Wanda deepening. The young woman's determination mirrored her journey, the path of redemption, and the pursuit of justice.

"I've made my share of choices, some I'm proud of and others I'm not," Natasha admitted, her voice tinged with honesty. "But one thing I've learned is that we can't let others define our worth."

Wanda's lips quirked into a small smile. "You've faced your demons, Natasha."

Natasha's smile mirrored Wanda's. "And I'll keep facing them. We all will."

As the meeting's echoes faded, Natasha and Wanda remained in the quiet of the room, their bond strengthened by their shared experiences. A subtle shift in the atmosphere prompted Natasha to change the direction of their conversation.

"So, Wanda," Natasha began, a playful glint in her eyes, "I'm planning a date night for Y/N. Any suggestions?"

Wanda's lips quirked into a knowing smile, and her eyes sparkled with amusement. "You're asking me for advice on a date?"

Natasha shrugged nonchalantly, a hint of mischief in her expression. "Well, you've been around for a while now. You’re her sister. You must have picked up a thing or two."

Wanda's gaze held a thoughtful intensity. "You know, Y/N isn't exactly a fan of crowded places. She prefers lowkey and intimate settings."

Natasha's brows furrowed as she considered Wanda's words. "That's true. I want her to be comfortable."

Wanda's eyes lit up as an idea formed. "Why not take her to that little café near the park? It’s close to your house. It's cozy, quiet, and has a lovely view."

Natasha's lips curved into a smile, appreciating Wanda's suggestion. "That's a great idea. Thanks, Wanda."

Wanda's smile was warm and knowing. "You've got this, Natasha. For what it’s worth I’ve always rooted for you to work out."

“Thank you,” Natasha says quietly. She doesn’t know why that means so much to her but it does. With a nod of appreciation, Natasha turned to leave the meeting room, the gentle reminder of Wanda's advice guiding her steps. 

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You stood in front of the mirror, turning to gaze at the back of your outfit. You bit your lip in contemplation, your gaze flickering between the three outfits you had tried on. The anticipation of your date with Natasha pulsed through you, a mix of excitement and nervousness.

With a sigh, you discarded the first outfit—a flowy skirt and blouse that felt a bit too formal. The second, a pair of jeans and a tucked-in blouse joined the pile on the bed. Your fingers brushed over the fabric of the third option—a snug-fitting sweater dress. The creme hue complemented your complexion, and you couldn't help but smile.

As if sensing your indecision, Olivia watched intently from the bed. Beside her, Lily played with a pacifier and a tissue paper from one of the discarded shoe boxes. You chuckled softly at the distraction your little companions provided.

"Alright, girls," You addressed them with mock seriousness, "what do you think? Is Mommy ready for her date?"

Olivia's bright eyes narrowed in thoughtful consideration, and she nodded with a solemn expression, her tiny voice chiming in, "Pretty, Mommy!"

You laughed, your heartwarming at Olivia's approval. Lily, absorbed in her tissue paper play, seemed content to offer a few giggles in response.

Satisfied with Olivia's endorsement, You set to work adding the finishing touches. You chose delicate hoop earrings that framed your face and adorned yourself with light, elegant jewelry. A glance in the mirror reassured you—this was the outfit. It was comfortable and stylish, and you felt like yourself.

You couldn't resist the pull of Lily's infectious giggles any longer. You gracefully hopped onto the bed, your dress bunching around your hips. Lily's eyes widened in surprise as you joined her, and then her face broke into a radiant smile. Giggles erupted from the little girl, a symphony of pure joy.

"Hi, my sweet Lily," You cooed, leaning in to give your daughter a barrage of gentle kisses on her chubby cheeks. Lily's laughter bubbled even more, filling the room with its melody.

Olivia, always eager to be part of the action, crawled over, her curiosity piqued. Your attention shifted to your older daughter, and you offered a playful wink.

"Now, how about some kisses for Olivia too?" You asked, your voice brimming with warmth.

Olivia giggled, her face lighting up. She leaned in, allowing you to pepper her with soft kisses. 

As you turned your attention back to Lily, your heart swelled with love. You gently plucked the pacifier from Lily's mouth, your daughter's protesting pout making you chuckle.

"Sorry, sweetie," You whispered, giving Lily's pacifier a playful twirl in your fingers. "I promise it's for a good cause."

Lily's eyes fixed on you curiosity evident. And then you leaned in, your noses almost touching, and planted a series of tender kisses on Lily's cheeks and forehead. Lily's pout quickly transformed into a giggle-filled grin, her tiny hands reaching up to grasp your fingers.

Olivia, not one to be left out, tugged on your sleeve. "Mommy, who are you going on a date with?"

Your smile softened as you looked at Olivia. "I'm going on a date with Mama.”

Olivia's eyes widened in understanding, and then she beamed. “Oh, can I go?”

“Not this time,” You shake your head. “You’re going to be home with Rae tonight. Don’t you like Rae?”

“I do,” Olivia nods seriously. “I can show her my toys.”

You nodded, your heart full as you looked at your children. Lily had managed to free her pacifier from your grip and triumphantly popped it back into her mouth, her joy apparent.

With a final round of kisses for both Olivia and Lily, you gently rose from the bed, the sound of their laughter following you as she made her way to the bathroom. You needed to finish getting ready. 

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Natasha approached the door to your home, her heart thrummed with excitement and nerves. It had been a while since she had been on a date, let alone one that held so much significance. In her hand, she held a bouquet, a gesture she hoped would convey the depth of her feelings.

As the door swung open, revealing Olivia with a bright smile, Natasha's breath momentarily caught. She felt a rush of emotions at the sight of the tiny girl. She swallowed her nerves and managed a warm smile.

"Hey there, baby girl," Natasha greeted.

Olivia's smile widened as she looked at Natasha, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Mama, you brought flowers!"

Natasha chuckled softly, feeling a sense of relief at Olivia's enthusiasm. "Yes, I did. These are for your Mommy.”

Olivia nodded, her curls bouncing with her movement. "They’re so beautiful and happy."

As Natasha waited for you to appear, her heart raced.  The door finally opened wider, revealing your form, and Natasha's breath hitched at the sight.

She offered a tentative smile, her voice carrying a hint of warmth. "Hey."

Your eyes softened, your gaze sweeping over Natasha with a mixture of fondness and happiness. "Hey, Nat. Come on in." You stepped aside for Natasha to walk in. 

“Did she answer the door on her own?” Natasha questions referring to Olivia who trailed behind you. 

“No, I was always right here,” You assure her. 

Natasha stepped inside further, her eyes trailing to your backside and then to your house.  As she met your gaze, you shared a brief yet intimate smile, the depth of your connection evident in your eyes.

A hug ensued, a comforting embrace that communicated unspoken feelings. And then, as you pulled back, Natasha's nerves faded slightly, replaced by a sense of contentment. She held out the bouquet, her expression a mix of anticipation and hope.

"I brought these for you," Natasha said, her voice soft but sincere.

Your eyes lit up as you took the bouquet, your fingers brushing against Natasha's in the process. You looked at the flowers, your smile growing.

"These are my favorite flowers," You said, your voice filled with genuine delight.

Natasha's heart swelled at your response. She reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear, her touch lingering for a moment. "I remembered. I mean, not really, but I picked those because they seemed like something you would like."

Your smile was radiant, her eyes sparkling as they held Natasha's gaze. "Thank you, Nat."

You and Natasha readied yourselves for the date. The smiles exchanged between you were infectious, capturing the anticipation of the evening's plans.

During your preparations, Olivia and Lily observed with wide eyes, their curiosity piqued by the flurry of activity as you excused yourself to grab your purse. You stopped in front of the hallway mirror, making sure your appearance was perfect. Lily's gaze seemed fixated on the earring you were adjusting, while Olivia watched with rapt attention.

With a warm smile, you looked at Olivia and Lily. "You two will be on your best behavior for Rae, won't you?"

Olivia nodded eagerly, her enthusiasm evident. "Yes, Mama. I can be a good girl."

Natasha knelt, her presence reassuring. "Remember, if you need anything or have any issues, just tell Rae, okay?"

Lily reached out her arms, a clear sign she wanted to be included. Natasha couldn't help but chuckle as she lifted the little one into her arms, placing a gentle kiss on Lily's forehead.

"You take care and listen to the babysitter, Lily," Natasha whispered, her voice soft.

Your arms opened for a hug, and Olivia stepped into the embrace, holding on tightly. "You'll be good and look after Lily, won't you?"

Olivia nodded, her face brightening. "I promise, Mama."

Kneeling, Natasha met Lily's gaze with a tender smile. "And you, Lily. You'll be a good girl too?"

Lily's response was a delighted grin, her hand reaching out to gently touch her cheek.

With a final round of hugs, you and Natasha made your way toward the door, your hearts full. As you left the room behind, your shared look held the promise of a special night ahead.

With Olivia and Lily in capable hands, the two of you ventured into the world outside, fingers intertwined. The excitement of new memories and the warmth of your love propelled you forward, ready for the experiences that awaited.

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As you and Natasha stepped into the dimly lit café, the melodies of live music gently embraced you. The warm ambiance and soft chatter created a cozy atmosphere that felt both inviting and intimate. Natasha's hand rested on the small of your back, her touch guiding you further into the space. With a shared smile, you let her lead the way.

The stage was bathed in a warm spotlight, a solitary microphone waiting for the next performer. The room was filled with a mix of hushed conversations and the soft strumming of a guitar, setting the stage for an enchanting evening.

Your eyes glimmered with curiosity as you looked around, taking in the sights and sounds. "I've heard about this place, but I've never actually been to an open mic night."

She chuckled softly, leaning closer to you. "Well, get ready for an eclectic mixture of talent. You never know what you're going to get."

A singer took the stage, their voice smooth and captivating. Your attention was fully captured by the performance, a testament to the charisma of the live music.

Impressed, you turned to Natasha with an appreciative nod. "You were right. This is better than I expected."

Natasha leaned in, playfully whispering, "I have impeccable taste, you know."

Your lips quirked into a smirk. "I'll give you that one."

As the evening progressed, the music's variety and the energy of the crowd kept your attention captivated. Every so often, Natasha's foot tapped to the rhythm, a subtle sign of her enjoyment. You couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"Getting into the groove?" you teased, raising an eyebrow.

Natasha glanced at you with mock seriousness. "I've been known to groove on occasion."

You chuckled, appreciating her sense of humor. "Oh, I'm sure. The Black Widow with some dance moves, huh?"

Natasha's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Only when the mission calls for it."

The transition to a more upbeat song drew both your attention and the infectious melody making it hard to resist tapping your foot along with the beat. Natasha's gaze met yours, her lips curving into a playful smile.

"Care for a dance?" she quipped, her tone light.

You raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Agent Romanoff, are you trying to sweep me off my feet?"

Natasha's chuckle was rich and warm. "I might be."

The banter flowed between you effortlessly, a comfortable exchange of words that felt as natural as the music in the background. As the rhythm of the music pulsed through the air, a playful challenge passed between you and Natasha. With a knowing glint in her eyes, she extended her hand toward you, a silent invitation to the dance floor. You couldn't help but smile, your heart dancing to a beat that matched the music's tempo.

Accepting her hand, you rose from your seat, drawn into the world of the song. The space around you seemed to blur, fading into the background as you and Natasha came together on the dance floor. The spotlight's gentle illumination painted the scene, casting a soft glow over your figures.

As the music enveloped you, you found yourself moving in perfect harmony with Natasha. Each step, each sway was a testament to the unspoken connection that had been growing between you. It was as if you were engaged in a dance that went beyond the physical, a dance of souls that resonated with every movement.

Natasha's grace and fluidity were no surprise; you had seen her in action many times before. But there was something different tonight, an energy that seemed to infuse every sway, every twirl. It was as if the music was a conduit for her emotions, a way to express herself beyond words.

But what truly impressed you was the way Natasha's gaze never left yours. Her eyes held a mixture of intensity and tenderness, a silent promise that you were in this together, moving to the same rhythm, navigating the dance floor as partners.

You moved with a synchronicity that came effortlessly as if you had been dancing together for a lifetime. The world around you faded, leaving only the music and the connection that bound you together. The way Natasha's fingers brushed against yours, the way she guided you through turns and dips—it all spoke of a deep understanding that went beyond the present moment.

In those moments, you felt a glimpse of the person Natasha had become—the fighter, the survivor, the woman who had learned to open her heart again. And as the song came to an end, you found yourselves caught in a final, graceful spin, ending in a pose that felt like a testament to the night's magic.

The applause from the audience broke the spell, and Natasha's gaze held yours for a moment longer before she offered a warm smile. The depth of connection you felt was mirrored in her eyes, a reflection of the shared experiences and emotions that had led you to this point.

The dance had been more than just a physical act—it was a conversation, a celebration of the journey you were on together. As the night continued, you were eager to learn more about each other, to share stories and moments that would strengthen the bond that was growing between you.

Back at your seats, the afterglow of the dance lingered in the air. Natasha's demeanor had shifted to one of easy charm and playful flirtation, but you saw past the facade. You had known her long enough to recognize the subtle shifts in her behavior, even when she tried to mask them.

With a knowing smile, Natasha leaned back in her seat, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. "So, what do you think? Not bad, right?"

You chuckled softly, meeting her gaze with an understanding glint in your eyes. "Nat, you don't need to impress me like this."

Natasha's eyebrows quirked, her smile retaining its playful edge. "Oh? And what makes you think I'm trying to impress you?"

Your gaze held a warmth that matched the gentle lighting around you. "Because I know you. I know when you're being the Natasha Romanoff, and I also know when you're slipping into the Black Widow act."

For a moment, Natasha's expression remained unchanged, her guard seemingly intact. But then, something shifted in her eyes, a realization dawning. The playful facade faltered, revealing a more vulnerable side.

"I didn't even realize I was doing it," Natasha admitted, her voice softer now.

You reached across the table, your fingers finding hers in a reassuring touch. "Nat, you don't need to put on a show for me. I'm already sold."

Natasha's defenses seemed to crumble in that moment, and she let out a sigh, her shoulders relaxing. She leaned into your touch, her gaze meeting yours with a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability.

"You've always seen through me, haven't you?" Natasha's voice held a hint of self-reflection.

You offered her a reassuring smile. "It's because I know you—both the Black Widow and the woman behind it. And I love every part of you."

Natasha's lips curved into a genuine smile, her fingers gently intertwining with yours. The tension that had momentarily hung between you dissolved, replaced by an intimacy that was more genuine than any act.

"Thank you for reminding me," Natasha said softly, her voice laced with a depth of emotion.

Natasha's gaze turned slightly thoughtful, and she took a sip of her drink before speaking. "Speaking of encounters, I saw Ross earlier today."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And how did that go?"

Natasha's lips quirked into a wry smile. "About as well as you might expect. He seems to have a knack for never quite getting along with me."

You rolled your eyes, your tone tinged with exasperation. "Ross and his grudges. He's had it out for me and Wanda for the longest time."

Natasha nodded, a hint of agreement in her expression. "You're not wrong. He's been wary of anyone with powers, especially after that whole Sokovia incident."

You leaned back in your seat, your demeanor confident. "Well, I've learned not to let his paranoia dictate my life. I can't live based on others' fears and prejudices."

Natasha's gaze softened, her admiration evident. "You've come a long way, you know? It's not easy to stand up to that kind of pressure."

A subtle smile played at the corner of your lips. "Well, I've had a good teacher."

Natasha chuckled, a glint of playfulness in her eyes. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

As the evening continued, you found yourself exchanging first-date questions once again. It was a bit amusing, considering you already remembered all the details from your past conversations, but you were doing it for Natasha's sake. Her amnesia was a challenge you both faced, and you were determined to make her feel comfortable and engaged.

With your natural storytelling abilities and charming smile, you answered each question, sharing anecdotes and experiences that painted a vivid picture of your life together. Natasha seemed captivated by your stories, her gaze never leaving you as you spoke.

"So, what's the most interesting thing you've done?" Natasha asked, her eyes curious.

You leaned back in your chair, mulling over the question. "Well, a couple of years ago, you helped me achieve something pretty significant. I got my high school diploma."

Natasha's eyebrows raised in surprise. "I did?"

You nodded, your expression fond. "Yeah, Hydra wasn't big on academics, but with your support, I studied and earned my diploma. It was a turning point for me."

Natasha's lips curved into a proud smile. "I'm glad I could help."

As the conversation continued, you couldn't help but notice Natasha's intrigue when you mentioned your plans for the future. "I want to go back to school for biology," you said. "I'm passionate about wildlife rehabilitation."

Natasha's interest was palpable, her curiosity evident in her eyes. "Wildlife rehabilitation? That's quite a unique choice. What drew you to it?"

A genuine smile graced your lips. "I've always had a connection to animals. After everything I've been through, I found comfort and purpose in caring for them. I want to study biology to understand their needs better and work towards protecting their habitats."

Natasha's admiration was clear, and she regarded you with a newfound respect. "That's incredibly commendable. It takes a lot of dedication and heart to pursue something like that."

You shrugged modestly. "I know it's not what's expected of me, but it's where my passion lies."

Natasha's gaze softened, and she reached across the table to touch your hand. "Your passion is what makes you who you are. And I'm glad I get to know this side of you."

Sitting together in a quiet moment, you felt a surge of inspiration bubbling within you. The topic had been on your mind for a while, and now seemed as good a time as any to share it with Natasha.

"You know," you began, your voice taking on a thoughtful tone, "I've been thinking about the future. After Lily, Olivia, and... well, you know."

Natasha's gaze met yours, her curiosity piqued. "What have you been thinking?"

A warm smile tugged at your lips as you painted a picture with your words. "I've always had this dream of opening up a center. A haven where injured or orphaned animals could be cared for and eventually released back into the wild."

Natasha's eyebrows raised in pleasant surprise. "That sounds like an incredible idea. I can see how much it means to you."

You nodded, your enthusiasm evident. "And here's the thing—I've been imagining it as something we could all do together. A family venture, you know? Lily and Olivia could join in too. I know they’re still little.” 

The idea seemed to take root in Natasha's mind, her expression softening with a mixture of interest and appreciation. "That sounds like a beautiful dream, y/n."

You paused for a moment, a hint of sadness entering your gaze. "Originally, I thought it would be something for the future after everything had settled down and we had the new baby. But... well, things have changed because of the accident."

Your words trailed off, and you realized that you might have inadvertently conveyed a sense of frustration or resentment. Hastily, you clarified, "I didn't mean to sound upset. It's just that things are different now, and our priorities have shifted."

Natasha's hand reached for yours, her touch gentle and reassuring. "I understand, y/n. And you're right—our plans might change, but that doesn't mean they're abandoned. We'll find a way to make things work, step by step."

Your words lingered in the air, the shared dreams and vulnerabilities creating an intimate connection between you and Natasha. The atmosphere felt charged with honesty, and as you looked into her eyes, a question that had been on your mind suddenly slipped out.

"What changed for you, Natasha? What made you want to give me a chance?" you asked, your voice gentle but curious.

Natasha's expression shifted, a mixture of contemplation and emotion crossing her features. She took a moment to collect her thoughts before answering.

"When I woke up from the coma, I was... volatile, to say the least," Natasha began. "I wasn't willing to give anyone a chance, especially when it came to the idea of a family. It scared me."

You listened, your heart open to her honesty.

"But the more time passed, the more I realized how lonely I'd let myself become," Natasha continued, her gaze distant as if retracing her journey. "I had built walls around me, and I thought I was protecting myself. But I saw how those walls hurt others, especially you."

You couldn't help but remember the moments when Natasha had pushed you away, her pain evident even when she tried to hide it.

"I saw that you were afraid of me, just a little," Natasha admitted, her voice softer. "And that hurt more than I expected. I was the one who was supposed to protect you, yet my actions were causing you pain."

Her vulnerability was a testament to how far she had come, how much she had grown since waking up from her amnesia.

"I realized that I was standing in my way," Natasha continued, her eyes locking onto yours with a profound intensity. "I realized that I would be an idiot to lose something so pure, something that had the power to heal my wounds."

Her words hung in the air, the weight of her confession settling around you.

You reached across the table, your hand finding hers in a gentle and reassuring touch. "Natasha, you've come so far. And I'm grateful that you let me be a part of this journey with you."

Her fingers intertwined with yours, her grip firm and steady. "It wasn't easy, but it was worth it."

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As you and Natasha stepped through the door, the familiar comfort of home surrounded you. With Lily and Olivia already tucked into their beds, the house felt calm and peaceful.

Rae smiled as she gathered her belongings. "The girls were great tonight. They're such sweethearts."

You nodded, grateful for her care. "Thank you, Rae. We appreciate it."

Once Rae left, an unexpected awkwardness settled between you and Natasha. The natural ease you had felt during the date seemed to have been replaced by a slight tension.

Natasha cleared her throat, her gaze slightly diverted. "So, I guess it's getting late."

You nodded, your fingers playing with the hem of your sleeve. "Yeah, we should probably... go to bed."

Silence lingered for a moment, the weight of unspoken thoughts hanging in the air.

Finally, Natasha met your gaze, her eyes searching and vulnerable. "Y/n, about tonight..."

Before she could finish, you took a step closer, closing the gap between you. "Natasha, I wanted to ask... if you'd like to stay? You know, here."

Her eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty in her gaze. "Stay?"

You nodded, your voice soft but steady. "Yeah. I mean, if you're comfortable. We can take it slow, and you can leave anytime if you want. But I'd like you to stay."

The vulnerability that had marked the entire evening seemed to intensify as you laid your feelings bare. Natasha's expression softened, her walls seemingly crumbling before your eyes.

 "I... I want to stay," Natasha said, her voice equally soft. "I want to be here, with you."

A warmth spread through your chest, and you couldn't help but smile. "Then stay."

“It’s settled then,” She matched your smile. 

“Olivia wants to make a fort in the morning so you should get some rest,” You grin at her. “She’s not taking no for an answer.”

“I won’t have it any other way.” Natasha laughed.