Summary: Growing up Natasha had been in and out of your life as the big sister of your best friend. When they moved away you didn't see her in years. Meeting her again made you realize that your obsession with her as a child might been something more and less innocent, but she is now married to one of the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. It all complicates things as your crush grows not only for Natasha but for her wife Wanda.

This is an AU Femslash/Poly story between Natasha/Wanda/Female Reader. More information in next chapter.


The day Yelena Romanoff entered your life remains an unforgettable memory. It began like any other ordinary day. Your mother woke you up, ensuring you were prepared for school, and you boarded the bus, just as you did each morning. The same girls who had always ridiculed your glasses and shoved you aside upon getting off the bus were at it again. They found you peculiar, and they made sure you knew it, never hesitating to vocalize their sentiments. Sometimes, they'd even whisper their taunts to each other right in front of the teachers, daring them to intervene. You may have indeed been different, but you had long ago concluded that people were inscrutable and often unkind. Their actions and words simply didn't align with the clear logic you found in mathematics. School was your sanctuary because math problems offered straightforward, solvable solutions. In the world of human interactions, however, complexity reigned, and you preferred to keep your distance and focus on the things that made sense to you.

Receiving the invitation to Hannah's birthday party in your mailbox was an unsettling surprise. Hannah had never hesitated to make your school days a torment, and you bore the physical scars of her cruelty, with shattered glasses and painful bruises as reminders. Her name left a bitter taste in your mouth, a symbol of the vindictiveness she aimed squarely at you. Her cruelty was relentless, and you couldn't fathom what you had done to provoke such animosity. She toyed with your emotions, making you feel momentarily special only to ruthlessly subject you to humiliation in front of the other girls.

You had absolutely no desire to attend, but your mother was adamant that you needed friends in your life. You pleaded with her to let you stay home, but her resolve was unwavering, and so you reluctantly set off for Hannah's house. You pedaled your bike there, each turn of the pedals burdened by a heavy heart. Fear gnawed at you, but you couldn't find the words to express your apprehensions to your mother. She already carried the weight of two jobs, and your father's frequent absences made it seem as if he was no longer a part of the family.

Your heart raced as you parked your bike in front of Hannah's house. A woman, presumably Hannah's mother, greeted you at the door with a warm smile, ushering you inside. You felt a sense of unease as you stepped into a room filled with your schoolmates, all gathered around Hannah, who appeared to revel in the attention. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach, and you clutched the present tightly against your chest.

With a hesitant sigh, you made your way into the room, eyeing the group of girls with uncertainty. Hannah's smile didn't put you at ease; it felt forced, her eyes revealing a different emotion than the friendly façade she'd shown earlier while chatting with her friends.

You were instructed to place your gift on the table, and the next few hours turned into a nightmare. The girls transitioned from teasing you to making you lose games and subjecting you to mockery. It was during this ordeal that your eyes met Yelena's for the first time, the only girl in the room who seemed uncomfortable with the situation. She frowned as Hannah held up a pair of scissors and declared it was time for a makeover.

Everything happened in a chaotic blur, with only the searing pain of your hair being yanked and the harsh snip of the scissors filling your ears. Frozen in fear, you made no attempt to intervene or defend yourself.

You both witnessed and heard Yelena's outcry as she pushed Hannah to the ground, ordering her to stop. The commotion brought Hannah's mother rushing into the room, gasping audibly. Everyone looked at her in fear, and it was unclear what had shocked her more: her daughter's distress on the floor, Yelena's forceful intervention, or the fact that her daughter's friend now had half her hair cut off.

Hannah's mother led you away from the living room to the kitchen and quickly handed you a phone, asking you to call your mother. You made the call, quietly asking if she could pick you up, but she couldn't leave work, so you hung up with a defeated sigh.

"I should be going; I'm so sorry," you said quietly, addressing Hannah's mother, who was engaged in her own phone call.

"Hold on, sweetheart. I just need to talk to the girl," Hannah's mother said to the person on the phone. "Yes, the girl whose hair was cut. I need to address this. Just come home, okay?" She ended the call and approached you.

"Dear, do you need a ride home?" she asked gently, bending down to your eye level. She exuded kindness, a stark contrast to the the evil spawn she had given birth too.

"It's okay, I have my bike, and my mother promised she would meet me," you lied, collecting your backpack desperate to make an escape. You fought back tears that threatened to fall as you swallowed hard.

Hannah's mother looked at you and guided you to the front door. Before you left, she asked you to reach out if there was anything she could do to help, and you nodded before hopping on your bike and pedaling home. Tears welled up, and you couldn't keep them from streaming down your face.

You hadn't biked far before you sensed someone riding alongside you.

"Hey, are you alright?" Yelena asked as she pedaled up next to you on her sleek black bike adorned with flames, which was far cooler than your old pink one.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, your voice shaky as you tried to conceal the fact that you were crying. You wondered why she wasn't at the party.

"They're awful, you know. What they did wasn't cool," Yelena stated with a frown, eyeing you with concern. You tried to hide your face as you felt more tears welling up. Swallowing hard, you kept your focus on the road ahead.

"It's okay; I don't care." But the truth was, you cared a lot. It stung, and you felt thoroughly humiliated. You couldn't fathom what you'd done to deserve this treatment.

"I can fix it, well, not me, but my sister can. Let me help," Yelena offered kindly. "Please."

You stole a quick look at her, uncertain about her intentions and struggling to read her.

"I don't know," you replied cautiously. "I really should get home."

You could feel Yelena's eyes on you, and you were slightly surprised that she managed to maintain eye contact while cycling.

"My sister is a pro at cutting hair. I promise you'll look great when she's done," she assured you as both of you picked up speed on your bikes, her labored breath matching your own.

You were perplexed by Yelena and hadn't seen much of her at school before. You cast a quick glance in her direction, and she responded with a friendly and comforting smile.

"Okay," you said, sending her a careful smile in return.

"Cool," she cheered, leading you to her house.

Yelena lived in a big and impressive white house with a large front yard, a big contrast to your small apartment. Both of you parked your bicycles next to a beautiful red car in the driveway, a clear sign that someone was present. You couldn't help but gape at the elegant car and the impressive expanse of Yelena's home. As you carefully removed your helmet, a heavy sigh escaped your lips, and you wanted to cry again as your fingers grazed your hair.

"Come on, my sister is home, and she's really nice," Yelena whispered softly and, to your surprise, took your hand. She guided you to the front door, and as it opened, you found yourself in a grand foyer.

"Nat!" Yelena called out as she pulled you inside. You weren't entirely sure why you'd let her guide you, but you desperately needed someone to take charge. With one hand, you idly fiddled with the short strand of hair on the side of your head, hoping for a solution.

"Hey, kiddo, why are you back so soon?" a raspy voice inquired, growing nearer. "You okay?" A redheaded woman entered your field of vision. Yelena had mentioned having a sister, but you had imagined someone younger. This woman, however, was clearly an adult, and you looked up at her with uncertainty.

"Yeah, well, the party sucked and they cut Y/N's hair," Yelena explained heatedly as she pulled you closer to her sister. "Look at her, Nat. Can you fix it?"

You fidgeted with your fingers, glancing between Yelena and her sister. While Yelena had blonde hair and hazel eyes, her sister had red hair and blue-green eyes. You found it interesting that they didn't look very much alike, but you were pulled out of your musing by Yelena's sister.

"They did what?" Yelena's sister asked with a frown as she assessed you. She approached you cautiously and you couldn't help but to take a step back uncertain of the situation.

"Hey, it's okay," she said softly, kneeling in front of you. "I'm Natasha, Yelena's sister. It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N." She coaxed you gently and you carefully met her outstretched hand. You marveled at how warm and soft her hands were and how pretty she was up this close. Her eyes was a mixture of green and blue similar to the ocean, and her teeth were white and straight with pretty lips.

"Hi," you greeted her quietly, looking over at Yelena, unsure of what to expect. This entire situation was overwhelming.

"Is it okay if I take a look at your hair?" Natasha asked. You looked to Yelena again, who nodded, and you followed suit, looking back at Natasha.

She led you into their kitchen, guiding you with a hand on your back. You let out a small yelp as she lifted you onto a high chair, and she chuckled at your reaction, with Yelena snickering next to you.

"Okay, let me assess what we're dealing with here," Natasha hummed as she began to comb through your locks. You watched as she examined the state of your hair. She frowned as her fingers glided through the short sections where Hannah and her friends had cut your hair.

"I'll do my best to fix this, Y/N," she said with a soft smile, patting your hand.

While Natasha left the room, Yelena climbed up onto the chair next to you, wearing a big smile on her face. "Nat will make you look great, I promise. She's always cut my hair, and I think she has magic." You couldn't help but smile as Yelena whispered the last part with a huge grin.

"I trust you," you confessed, flashing a smile. It felt oddly true, even though this was the first time you had truly spent time with Yelena. Despite everything that had happened, there was a giddy sense that perhaps you had found someone whose kindness was genuine, with no hidden agenda. You longed for Yelena to genuinely like you.

"Good, because we're friends now," Yelena said firmly as she reached for a bowl of fruit, picking up an apple. You watched her munch on the apple, wondering why Yelena had chosen you to be her friend when no one else found you worthy. Warmth spread within you as you took in the girl beside you.

"Okay, let's do this," Natasha said as she returned to the room, and you straightened your spine as she approached.

"I'll try not to make it too short, but promise me you'll stay still so I don't accidentally nick you," she requested as she ran her hands through your hair.

You promised to stay still, and you did your best as she got to work. You closed your eyes and tried to relax as Natasha worked. She was incredibly gentle and tender, almost making you want to cry again but for a completely different reason. It made you long for your mother to show the same care. Your mother wasn't a bad parent, but she often rushed through tasks like brushing and braiding your hair.

"That's it; I believe we're done, and I think it looks great," Natasha said with a smile as she handed you a small mirror. "Take a look, kiddo."

You took the mirror and examined your hair. It was now short, just above your shoulders. You had always sported long hair, which was one of the few things you liked about yourself. Seeing it gone, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. However, Natasha's smile encouraged you to refrain from voicing any negative comments.

"I think it looks good, Y/N," Yelena added with a smile.

"Thank you," you replied quietly, setting the mirror on the counter.

"Hey, kiddo, I know it's different, and it will take some time to get used to. But the good thing about hair is that it grows back," Natasha said softly, crouching down to your eye level. You smiled shyly in response.

"Now, squirt, you're going to tell me where this Hannah lives because this is not okay," Natasha said firmly, her gaze fixed on Yelena.

Your eyes widened at Natasha's words, but Yelena's nonchalant eye roll suggested that Natasha's stern tone didn't faze her. Regardless, Yelena shared Hannah's address with Natasha. Then, she hopped off the chair and took your hand, pulling you along to her room.

You stopped Yelena just outside what was evidently her bedroom door, gently tugging on her hand to capture her attention. Yelena turned to face you, and you mustered the courage to ask the question that had been haunting your thoughts ever since Yelena had welcomed you into her home.

"Why?" you forced out, wincing at the desperation that tinged your voice. A hint of confusion flashed in Yelena's eyes as her brow furrowed slightly. You stumbled over your words in your haste to convey your thoughts. "Why do you want to be my friend? They'll make fun of you too if they see you with me," you rushed out, fidgeting with shame.

Yelena responded with a dismissive snort, her green eyes sparkling with defiance. "Who cares what they think. They're stupid and boring anyway," she sneered, rolling her eyes. She gazed back at you and took a deep breath. "Look, I kinda dig what you do, okay? Just come with me, and you'll see." Yelena gently tugged on your hand while opening the bedroom door.

Your lips parted in astonishment as you stepped into her room. Excited breaths escaped your lips as you beheld a table in the corner adorned with a chemistry set, walls adorned with images of dragons and fairies, and toys and props scattered about. It felt like stepping into a world of magic, and your chest swelled with excitement.

"Yeah, so you see," Yelena remarked, releasing your hand and rubbing the back of her neck as she gestured at the room's charming disarray.

"It's amazing," you breathed in awe, carefully moving around the room, inspecting the bookshelf adorned with books you'd read and some you'd begged your mother to buy. You couldn't resist picking up a purple dragon from the shelf, turning it over in your hands. It was beautiful and enchanting.

"You can have it if you want," Yelena offered, her cheeks blushing slightly. You looked down at the dragon with a grateful smile.

"Really?" you whispered as you lovingly caressed the figurine.

"Yeah, I have plenty. But only if you promise to bring it back every time you visit so we can play," Yelena said, smiling at you.

"I promise. Thank you so much," you replied, hugging the dragon in your arms.

Yelena then suggested, "So, do you want to go hunt dragons?" She nudged your shoulder playfully before opening her wardrobe, pulling out various costumes. You knelt down to sift through the different garments, intrigued by the options.

You ended up wearing various dragon and creature costumes as you both played in the garden. Yelena, in a warrior-like outfit, handed you a light green dress, urging you to put it on. Natasha watched with warm laughter as you both ran around the garden. When it was time to leave, you hugged Yelena tightly, not wanting to let go.

That's how Yelena entered your life and became your closest friend. Hannah and the other girls were never held accountable for their hurtful actions, and while their teasing didn't entirely cease, it significantly diminished once Yelena joined your circle. This pattern continued throughout elementary and middle school.

You quickly discovered that Yelena was not just smart but also academically exceptional, capable of matching your own skills. Together, you signed up for the school's mathematical team, chemistry club, astronomy club, and, driven by your shared interest in fantasy, clubs like Dungeons and Dragons and various other fantasy groups. However, these activities didn't do much to stop the bullying. While the other girls in school were immersing themselves in the world of clothes and makeup, you and Yelena had no desire to grow up too quickly.

While you spent your time filming videos and creating your own adventures of dragon hunting and other fantastical quests, the other girls were preoccupied with flirting with boys. Yelena managed to escape most of the bullying, likely due to her fierce demeanor, but you weren't as fortunate. If they found you without Yelena, you were subjected to torment, such as being shoved into lockers, having objects glued to your hair, or, on a few occasions, finding your face forced into a toilet. Each time, Yelena sought revenge in various forms, even though you tried to assure her that you were okay. Your face often betrayed the pain hidden beneath the surface.

You didn't see much of Natasha during those first years of being Yelena's friend, but one vivid memory stuck with you - her visit on Yelena's 13th birthday.

On a bright summer day in their garden, Natasha's red hair seemed to glow even more in the sunlight. It had grown longer, flowing down her shoulders in beautiful crimson curls. It was on that day that something shifted within you. You had always enjoyed looking at Natasha and found everything she said interesting, but her presence now filled you with a flutter in your stomach. You followed her around wherever she went, and she chuckled each time she noticed your company. It was during that visit that she gave you the nickname "ducky," affectionately referring to you as her little duckling following her around.

Now, you stood beside her chair, holding a bunch of flowers you had picked from the meadow below their parents' house. You admired Natasha's beautiful hair as you looked at her.

"What have you got there, ducky?" Natasha asked with a soft smile, her gaze shifting from your eyes to the flowers in your hand.

"I picked them with Yelena. They're for you," you replied with a broad smile, extending the bouquet toward her.

She cooed softly at your gesture, making you blush as she accepted the small bouquet. You were pleased that she liked them, and she patted her leg, inviting you to sit on her lap.

"Have you ever made a flower crown, little duckling?" Natasha inquired, and you turned slightly to look at her.

"No. Can you make one?" you asked with wonder in your eyes.

"I sure can, kiddo. Let's make one with these pretty flowers," she said with a warm smile.

She enveloped you within her arms as she began the delicate task of slowly connecting the flower stems to create a crown. You watched in fascination as her skilled hands worked their magic, your heart beating faster with every moment. Natasha took your hands in hers, guiding you in replicating her actions and offering instructions close to your ear. You both soon realized that you needed more flowers, and just as Natasha began to stand up, you hurriedly volunteered to pick more. You found Yelena down by the stream with Nick, a boy she had been flirting with at school, and paid them no mind as you bent down to select the most beautiful flowers for Natasha.

Returning to Natasha, you watched her approach with the grace of an angel. Her white dress, adorned with red flowers, billowed in the wind, and your heart skipped a beat. She was the most beautiful girl you'd ever seen, and you longed to be in her arms again. A wide smile spread across her face as she noticed the flowers in your hand, making your heart swell with joy.

Creating the flower crown took some time, but you relished every moment spent in her embrace. She smelled heavenly, and her soft skin felt like a dream.

"Look at that, Ducky, all done," Natasha chuckled as she lifted the flower crown and placed it on her head. You were momentarily captivated by her beauty. Her blue-green eyes and red hair, accentuated by the colors of the flowers, made her look like a goddess, or at least how you imagined one might appear.

"So pretty," you whispered as you admired her.

She laughed softly and playfully tapped your nose. "And so are you, little duckling. But now it's time for you to find Yelena. I bet she misses you. She can't be happy with me for stealing her best friend."

You huffed and playfully scrunched your nose in mock annoyance. "She's too busy kissing Nick."

Natasha laughed again and gently tickled your side. "I always knew you two would grow up to be heartbreakers."

You giggled as she tickled you and then playfully escaped her arms, leaving with a smile. She gestured for you to go, and you walked away with a heavy heart.

A year had passed since you last saw Natasha. Yelena had visited her a few times, but since Natasha moved to New York, she had been occupied with work and life.

About a month after your 14th birthday, Yelena informed you that they were moving. You didn't feel ashamed to cry as she held you on your bed, promising to stay in touch. You did, for a couple of years. You managed to meet up a few times, and you called whenever you had the chance. However, the connections gradually faded, and you couldn't find another friend like Yelena. But you were okay. You excelled in school, achieving straight A's, focusing on chemistry and math, and loving every moment. The bullying was tough, often leaving you in tears at night, and you counted the days until you could leave high school.