Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x genderNeutral! reader
“Hiiii! I was wondering if i could make a request with #2 on your prompt list, “What’s more important your work or me?” with Tony Stark if you write for him or Natasha Romanoff? ❤️”
A/N: I made this gender neutral as a gender wasn’t specified. Sorry if this wasn’t what you wanted!
Warnings: swearing, kinda left on a cliff-hanger.
Natasha hadn’t been home in weeks. She’d had mission after mission and then decided to stay at the compound a few days after, but then another mission would come up. And to make it worse, during the missions they couldn’t communicate, apparently it ‘threw Natasha off’. Y/N missed their girlfriend and was starting to wonder why they bought a flat together if it was only one of them living there. This is why when Natasha sent a text saying she was coming back home, Y/N was ecstatic, they’d cleaned the house and even gotten out of their pyjamas. But that joy was short lived when Natasha walked through the door. Her hair was cut to just below her shoulder and had been dyed blonde at the ends. She was almost unrecognizable. They could barely recognise their own girlfriend.
“Oh my god,” Y/N stood up from the sofa and hugged Natasha tightly, sniffing her hair. She changed shampoo, and perfume…
“Hi sweetheart,” when they broke apart, Y/N studied Natasha’s face before pressing their lips to the hero’s. It felt strange after so long, yet so right “I can’t stay for long,” Nat whispered into her lips
“What?!” Y/N stepped back “you just got back?”
“I know,” Natasha tried to grab Y/N’s hand but they pulled it away “but I got called in to another mission,”
“You haven’t been home in weeks!” The sudden raise of voice caused Natasha to raise her eyebrow, Y/N had been carrying this inside for months. Natasha not been seen for weeks was becoming a command occurrence and Y/N was done.
“It’s my job,” Natasha told her
“What’s more important?” Y/N’s voice soften “your job or me?” Natasha started at them “I am so tired, I’m not that needy… But fuck Natasha,” Y/N ran a finger through their hair “I am human, I do need human touch and my girlfriend to actually pay attention to me!”
“You knew it was my job when you started dating me!”
“So, it is more important,” Y/N glared
“No! You know that’s not what I meant!”
“It’s not,” Natasha’s eyes caught the clock on the wall “shit, look Y/N/. We’ll do this later, I’ve got to get back to the compound,”
“When’s later, huh?!” Y/N gestured to the door “in two weeks? A month? 4 months? Hell! Maybe even a year the way this is going!” Natasha rolled her eyes and started to leave “if you walk out that door, I won’t be here when you come back,”
“What?” Natasha whipped around got face her partner “you don’t mean that,”
“Oh, I fucking do. You can’t talk to me because of compromising a mission, you don’t come home. We’re barley even dating anymore! This is it. Walk and I’m gone,”
Natasha stared in shock, her job, the avengers and all she’s ever known or the person she loved, their cat and a quieter life. She knew Y/N wasn’t kidding, they had that look in their eyes. For perhaps the first time in her life, Natasha didn’t know what to do.
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