𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Bucky Barnes is drowning alive in his guilt that refuses to leave or let him breathe, festering within the dark corners of his mind like something waiting for him to drown in its dark stormy seas. All it takes is one mute kid quietly crashing into his life and refusing to leave to break the cycle, allowing him to breathe. Not just for himself, but so that she can breathe as well. pre civil war - doomsday ( Bucky Barnes daughter oc )

In a world where power is both a blessing and a curse, Newly 20-year-old Madeline Kensington is caught between her own explosive abilities. As she navigates her covert missions, clashing with the Avengers on occasion, and grappling with her need to balance a normal life and that of Solaris, Madeline's journey becomes a race against time-not just to escape Hydra's grasp, but to understand her true potential before it consumes her. Will she remain a pawn, or will she rise as the hero she was never allowed to be?

wrong number story; mcu the reader accidentally texts a member of the avengers one day and then a beautifully chaotic friendship grows between them and the avengers gender neutral reader with a girlfriend (it's shuri but she's not going to be in it much) started: 6-Aug-2020 finished: 3-Mar-2022 Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of the characters (except for Linda and Margaret), i also don't own you :) TW: chapters 2, 7, 8, and 26 slightly reference suicide in passing achievements: (thank you all so much!!!) 5k views - 7/Nov/2020 10k views - 16/Dec/2020 20k views - 10/Jan/2021 40k views - 28/Jan/2021 50k views - 4/Feb/2021 100k views - 8/Mar/2021 200k views - 16/May/2021 300k views - 9/Aug/2021 500k views - 16/Jun/2022 600k views - 22/Jun/2023

Ilyana Black was declared dead three years ago. But, she wasn't. Pulled from captivity, Ilyana is forced to rebuild a life that moved on without her, one that includes finding a missing person that holds a dear place in her heart. Her search leads her to SHIELD and to a certain redhead assassin. Natasha Romanoff knows how to read people: she knows when someone is lying, when someone is dangerous, and when someone is breaking. She recognizes survival when she sees it. She also doesn't trust easily and knows the danger of letting someone get too close. What happens when two people who have only known survival give themselves a chance to just... live? Between missions, unspoken trauma, and a connection neither of them is ready to name, lines blur. ***** For mature audience only (+18) Will touch on the following topics: - Torture - Drug abuse - Mention of death - Mention of suicide - Mention of PTSD and trauma - Mention of depression and anxiety - Some smut I don't own any of the Marvel characters.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨." "𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶." When a god invades New York with a vendetta, Anya must join forces with an unlikely team of so-called-hero's, whisking her into a world of myths, legends, and constant irritation. Despite her initial refusal, she finds herself pulled into something that feels bigger than herself. Something that makes her feel things she's never felt before. Anya finally finds her higher calling, which will hopefully immortalize her. Unfortunately, one woman from her past refuses to let her fly into the sun like Icarus. n. romanoff x f!oc avengers - endgame

literally just natasha romanoff one-shots. fluff, smut, angst, whatever comes to mind. enjoy :) was off to a rough start but the stories get better with time lol requests closed feel free to spam comments, i read every single one and i love it :) p.s. if you find any incorrect spelling or grammatical errors or whatever, don't hesitate to tell me please. I'm not a native speaker, so you should keep that in mind. ty! 18+ = smut 💋 = Short n' Sweet AU

Lira Vetrovina disappeared long before anyone thought to look for her. What remained came back altered. She moves through rooms like bad weather-silent, inevitable, impossible to hold onto for long. People notice the aftermath before they ever notice her. Somewhere beneath the static and fractured memory, there are traces of the girl she used to be. A voice. A touch. A name that still aches when she hears it. But storms do not remember the sky they were born from. They only know how to arrive.

A story about Yn Stark and Natasha Romanoff. When you are Tony Stark's daughter, it is no more than normal to inherit his technological gift. But when something happened to you 4 months ago that made you no longer trust yourself on missions, you first try to hide it from everyone for a month. But when it just starts to get worse and worse, you choose to take a 3-month break from being an avenger and disappear for a while. You leave behind everyone who is important to you... some more important than others. When your dad contacts you after 3 months and asks you to come back, it's up to you to see who you trust with your own problems. Will relationships pick up where they left off 3 months ago, or will you have to put in a little more effort?

𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒. ❝They didn't say anything and made contact with each other's wet bodies, closing the burning space between their lips with an emotion filled kiss that made both of them question every feeling they'd ever felt. Natasha cupped her hands around Isabella's face, smiling as she broke the kiss. "I missed you too." She teased, a grin on her face as water hurled itself down onto her, soaking her white shirt and hair. Natasha's black lace bra was now showing through her shirt, and it had taken everything Isabella had to not look. So instead, she kept her eyes locked onto Nat's green eyes. "Natasha?" She asked suddenly, her voice slightly louder as the rain grew harder. Natasha cocked her head, leaning her forehead against Bella's. The raindrops ran off her head and onto Isabella's face. Water droplets collected on her eyelashes, causing her to blink aggressively. Isabella' expression was serious now. "Promise me this is forever?" She breathed out, her mouth agape as the words escaped. Natasha looked startled, but caught her breath enough to respond. "I promise.❞

Rue had spent most of her fifteen years on this planet alone, fending for herself against its darkest parts. When it seems that she'll never escape said darkness, she finds herself being taken in by people that truly understand her. One person in particular who sports the reddest of hair. However, Rue struggles to accept their charity as she feels so strongly about her destiny to spend life all alone. The belief that she deserved the worst it had to give, and the paralysing fear that her abilities will cost her everything she has. So will she let her guard down and accept them as her own? Or will she push them away so hard that they become out of reach when she needs them most?