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the avengers having a party, everyone is drunk and having a good time.

Nat : “every woman is a lesbian at heart”

Everyone a bit confused but some of the other girls join in creating some sort of chant

Nat, Wanda, Carol, Maria, Kate and yelena : “every woman is a lesbian at heart”

Steve : “hey hey stop, you can’t possibly be saying every woman is a lesbian”

Kate : “why not?”

Clint : “because they’re not, Laura isn’t a lesbian”

Tony : “yeah my apprentice isn’t a lesbian”

Carol smirking : “how do you know?”

Tony : “how do I know my apprentice isn’t a lesbian?”

Bucky : “what they are trying to say is you can’t make grand sweeping generalisations. It’s not acceptable”

Nat, Wanda, Carol, Maria, Kate and yelena : “every woman is a lesbian at heart”

Nat, Wanda, Carol, Maria, Kate and yelena now clapping : “every woman is a lesbian at heart”

Nat, Wanda, Carol, Maria, Kate and yelena : “every woman is a lesbian at heart”

Nat, Wanda, Carol, Maria, Kate and yelena : “including Tony’s apprentice”

Y/N, Tony’s said apprentice who had been running late comes out of the elevator, just in time to hear the last two sentences.

Y/N : “uh hey guys”

please send me some requests over I beg of y’all, im dying here

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why orange?

part one

part two

“carol have you seen….carol what the hell” I hear the dark haired witches voice come out from behind me and the blonde who are comfortably sat down on the balcony, cigarettes lit in our hands. “Hey no, no give me that” the lit cigarette is snatched out of my hand by Wanda as she scolds carol. Carol quickly moves to put her own cigarette out with a quick apology to the younger woman. Carol makes a run for it, while Wanda’s gaze is on me. I stay frozen in place for a few seconds, a bit flabbergasted that she actually just put my cigarette out and is now scolding me as if I am a child. “im 18 you know?” I say quietly, breaking the piercing silence shared between us both. A sigh comes from Wanda as she holds her hand out for me “the others wanted to know if you wanted to join us for a movie? It’ll just be us, Carol and Natasha, Pietro went out” she pleads with me, taking it that I will be spending time with them anyway I slowly nod, taking her hand as she pulls me up to my feet, her hands are cold but not the uncomfortable kind, the kind where you want to hold them forever as yours warms them up. That kind of cold. “we should go before natasha gaslights carol into watching Moonraker again” she says with a small chuckle giving me the impression of that movie being over played in this house.

me and Wanda walk into the small living room, a comfy sofa is pushed against the wall of the room, below it is a makeshift bed with blankets and pillows sprawled out across the floor. I smile getting memories of the times me and my closest friends would bunk out on my ex’s floor on nights out when we were too young to drink or get home to face the wrath of our parents. I smile a little and sit on the floor not giving the comfy sofa a second thought. Wanda smiles a little, noticing my willingness to always be sat on the floor. She sits next to me, throwing a blanket over us, I grab a pillow from behind me and pull it to my chest, bringing my knees up to my chest too. Just as I do this, Nat and Carol walk in laughing about something, Nat notices me first and smiles sadly. “you comfy there?” She says knowingly as I nod “you remind me of my sister, she does that too” she states as she gestures to my position, to this I smile a little.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Carol struggling to carry some DVDs, she sits on the sofa behind me before placing the DVDs between me and the witch. Nat sits behind Wanda and scans over the DVDs. Wanda quickly picks up a series, ‘skins’ i laugh recognising the tv show as the three other women look confused “you know this?” Natasha asks as I nod. The three women look at me blankly “what? Oh my god! You guys have never heard of skins?” I say looking at them all shocked. I shake my head as Wanda puts the disc in the tv.

after a few hours of watching the show, Wanda has her arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer, Carol is playing with my hair as Natasha has now plaited Wanda’s hair into braids, Carol tucks my hair behind my ear and Wanda looks over and tilts her head, she leans closer and caresses behind my right ear with her thumb “oh my god you have tattoos?” She says exited, I look at her confused. “yeah, it’s not that big of a deal” i state nonchalantly, the show now far forgotten.

Me and Wanda now sit facing carol and Nat, Carol shows off her army tattoos, one of them being a name. “Rambeau?” I ask gesturing to the one tattoo she left out “my uh friend, she died of cancer during the blip” she states “sorry” i mutter noticing how she put off talking about it “okay little rebel” Natasha grabs everyone’s attention “what’s that one on your arm, not the sleeve the small one?” She nods to my left wrist. An orange semicolon. I look up at her “the semicolon?” I say unsure if she meant that, she nods in conformation. “i..uhm so it means like I won’t end my life because a semicolon is a continuation and not a stop” i state with a bit of trouble as the three women stare at me intrigued. “why orange?” carol asks “it was my uncle’s favourite colour. But also because of a song” I nod while rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly “something in the orange tells me we’re not done?” Wanda asks. I look over surprised she understood the reference.

COPING MECHANISMS

part two of ‘tears over beers'

you put too much effort into relationships and the girl you genuinely had feelings for broke your heart, even now after knowing about what she done, your friends still choose her over you.because of this you relapsed and lost yourself again.until one night three women find you in the woods about to take your life.

TRIGGER WARNING

self harm, suicide attempt, alcoholism, drug use, swearing, past relationship trauma, eating disorder, body dysphoria. (totally not writing just to vent..yes that's exactly what im doing)

Y/N’s pov <3

the next thing I know I am being gently rocked by an avenger.. a fucking avenger. I look up at her as the other two women stand up, brushing the mud off their clothing, and much to my dismay my headphones are took off of my ears and put around my neck, the music still blaring through.

The blonde one who I am assuming by the space cadet uniform is captain marvel states that she is going to make a phone call, the brunette haired girl, the red haired woman, the black widow nods at her colleague to do so as she looks down at me with pity. As Wanda Maximoff sits with her arms around me in a comforting manner as she holds a piece of cloth on my bloody arm.

“how did this happen, did someone attack you?” The former black widow questioned bluntly.

“Natasha stop.” Wanda says from behind me, her breath cold against my warm neck. the widows face stays the same blank stare as her gaze is glued to my arm.

the leaves from the autumn ground crunch as carol walks back over to us “Pietro said to take her back to the safe house” my eyes widen as I start to panic about being taken away for what I’ve done to myself, Wanda is a mind reader, by now she definitely knows I done this to myself. Natasha starts to grab all my stuff, throwing it into my backpack as Wanda helps me off the dusty floor.

“Can you do me a favour and hold this cloth to your arm, just until we get to the safe house so I can properly clean it?” Wanda asks with a sad smile “and while I clean it we can talk about it yes?” I silently nod, secretly knowing I will not be telling her anything.

“Cmon Wanda, stop wasting time” Natasha says as she grabs me by the shoulder and shoves me forward to walk. To this I try to run for it, at the same time, Wanda having already read my thoughts lifted one hand in the air and with red wisps of magic she whispers a meek “sorry detka” before putting me to sleep

-

my body shoots up from its sleeping state, I run my hands up and down my face in attempt to make sense of what happened. Upon removing my hands from my face I am faced with a new surrounding. A one I’ve never seen before. This makes me panic, I shoot out of the bed only to notice I’m not in my own clothing, I now sport a beige shirt and grey joggers bottoms. I walk out of the room to see a living room, the blonde and the redhead from earlier are playing some bored game on the table whilst a blonde haired man is sat on the sofa playing over watch on the Xbox, the first person to notice my presence is Wanda who walks over with a bottle of water, extending her arm out for me to take said water, I take it and thank her by nodding my head. “Where are we?” I say, voice groggy from whatever spell Wanda cast upon me, “come on, let’s go sit down and I’ll explain it to you love” Wanda states calmly as she guides me back to the room I woke up in. Upon sitting on the bed with Wanda I feel myself calm down. “oh shoot, wait here I forgot something” she says with a little bit of a sad smile as she runs out of the room, returning seconds later with a first aid box. She sits on the bed, throwing the box in between the both of us, she then opens it, grabbing the bandage “can I have your arm please” she says calmly. I slowly put my arm out for her to grab, she grabs a sterile wipe before gently patting the blood off my arm, whispering soft nothings into my ear as i whimper and whine about the pain, she eventually stops and water is now pouring from my eyes, she wipes the tears from my cheeks with her thumb “we’re nearly done now” she then grabs the bandage she got out before, she throws out the packaging and wraps my arm.

after being bandaged up and being allowed permission to go outside by carol, I sit on the balcony of the fancy safe house, I pull out a box of cigarettes, lighting them, taking a lot of draws from the tiny ‘cancer stick’ as my best friend would call it. I think back to days before. Me and my new friend group smoking in the smoking shelters of college, them comforting me silently as they continue to have their normal conversations while I tag along. Being broken out of my thoughts I feel a presence behind me “those will kill you” she says “so?” I blankly state back to her, not moving to look at her, she sits next to me. “I’m Carol” she states “I know the space cadet, yes?” I say with a hint of sarcasm in my voice, to this she laughs. Me and Carol sit on the balcony for a few hours, she seems cool but that doesn’t mean my walls will go down for her. Or anyone.

Hiiiiii guys, this is a part two,, suggested by @natashaswife4125 thankyou for asking for another part,, I hope this is good <3

tears over beers

you put too much effort into relationships and the girl you genuinely had feelings for broke your heart, even now after knowing about what she done, your friends still choose her over you.

because of this you relapsed.

and lost yourself again.

until one night three women find you in the woods about to take your life.

TRIGGER WARNING

self harm, suicide attempt, alcoholism, drug use, swearing, past relationship trauma, eating disorder, body dysphoria. (totally not writing just to vent..yes that’s exactly what I’m doing)

IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED PLEASE DONT READ THIS

(I see you little depressed bitches who are going to ignore this message, if this is you please reach out to me or anyone for that matter, I know what your going through, even if I don’t I will try and help)

tears run down your face, you bring your stained hoodies sleeve up to your crimson coloured cheeks, the once dry, blue hoodie, now damp and a deep blue colour. you wipe the salty tears off of your face.

blurred vision and a bottle of beer in your hand, the tears fall faster than ever, you can almost sense the panic attack that is coming for the 5th time in the past 4 hours.

the thing about you is that when you seriously genuinely like someone, you do anything in your power to keep them.

——

you where 16 and freshly out of a emotionally abusive relationship, first year of college, your time to shine.

two of your closest friends from secondary school managed to stay in the same friend group as you, from that you built a whole new friendship group, different people from your friends classes joined.

about half way through your first year of college you developed feelings for a girl who recently discovered her own sexuality. Through her discovering herself she managed to split the group which was once a big group into two, the other half of the group studied a different course than your side and now the two groups barely talk.

upon telling your best friend about your newfound feelings, she tells you that the girl sees you in the same light as you see her.

a few weeks later the girl you liked and one of your closets friends texted you saying they both had feelings for you. Upon this a massive wave of guilt engulfed your mind. You had liked your close friend for years before when you where both in secondary school yet you still liked this new friend.

you had told them both that you where confused and couldn’t make your decision so soon. Your close friend Em told you to take your time and that if it was her you where willing to choose that she would wait forever for you, on the other hand, your other friend Kai told you that you had to choose and that it wasn’t fair.

you tried so hard to choose but you couldn’t.

once both of them and your best friend wanted to go see the same movie so you invited them all to see it together as it would’ve been easier. To make it even more awkward your younger brother decided to tag along.

during the movie Em held your hand because she recognised your anxiety about the cinema, along with the scary scene that was playing before you, for the next hour, the two of you held hands. Then the same on the bus ride, once Kai left, Em took the opportunity to hold your hand, then kissing it once you reached her stop.

Throughout the rest of the year Kai begged for your attention and love while Em worked for your love.

and guess who you picked

if you thought Em

you thought wrong.

stupidly you picked Kai because Em was at another college and the two of you barely saw each other, whereas even though she never put in effort Kai saw you everyday.

A few month of sharing hoodies and you putting in the most effort to make sure Kai is having a good time while she is going through things, you wanted to ask the question. ‘what are we?’

you ended up asking her through text what she wanted from the talking stage, after that she told you she needed space.

this was the first time she hurt you, broke you even.

you sat on a table alone as your friends went to talk to her, they left all their stuff with you, you sat and silently sobbed while they laughed with her.

Summer finally broke out and you had the girl unadded for the whole time, your friends hung out with her while you were either on holiday or alone in your room reading comic books of super heroes with the dream love story.

Around 2 weeks till college starts she added you again with the plea to start talking again, of course you being a fucking idiot, you said yes because your friends wanted the group to be together again with you being the ‘glue’ of the group.

Your now in second year of college

through the use of the internet you found your diagnosis for depression and the internet keeps saying your neurodivergent.

She would send you relationship posts through tiktok and snapchat, yet the moment you ask for the second time what she wanted from the relationship, she fucked you over again.

But this time worse, she left you on opened before spending a week ignoring you, the friend group fell apart a bit more and you just stayed away as much as you could in fear you’d show yourself crying in front of them.

She eventually messaged you and the two of you stopped talking.

now not even two weeks later, you heard through a good friend that she has already moved on with one of your ex’s who also fucked you over.

In the coming weeks your life fell apart, you can’t find a job, your failing everything you do and your presence at college is near to never

——

your now sat in the woods with a bottle of your pills in your lap, unknowingly of the famed avengers’ new mission in your area.

Three of the avengers are stood watching you from behind you, without your knowledge. Your new apple airpod maxes placed upon your dark curly hair, music blaring.

After a few minutes of them watching you they start to whisper about your state as you pull up your sleeves, cursing at yourself for not bandaging your arms properly, blood runs down your forearms from the deep raging red lines that cover the entirety of your arms.

Upon seeing this you feel a pair of strong arms wrapping around your shoulders, hugging you from behind, you throw your headphones off, putting them on the floor. “Shh I’m here” a raspy Russian voice says while you melt into their hold. Another two people join the hug, “it’s okay detkà we’ve got you” another voice says, this time her voice is hinted with an old Slavic accent, lastly another female says “I’ve got you little one” in an American accent.

part 2