One of Us 🌈
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
“Fuck out my way when you see me,” you sang proudly and loudly, “I’m rolling with the LGBT,” you then spun around and pointed at the group of rainbow flag toting Avengers behind you, “Fuck out my way when you see me. I'm rollin' with the LGBT.” Natasha smiled goofily.
“Who’s gonna tell them?” Yelena asked with mischief in her tone, a cheeky smirk followed as she caught her sister staring longingly at you, who remained clueless.
Kate chuckled, “What? Tell Y/N that they are not just rolling with, but instead are officially apart of the crew? Or tell Natasha that she is smitten with the poor fool?”
“Nevermind, Kate Bishop,” Yelena sighed, “It’s done.”
The archer looked up just in time to see you being spun away from the crowd where a beautiful young woman with rainbow pasties, booty shorts and youthful ambitions had her dreams crushed. Your eyes widened when Natasha pulled you into the most naturally heated kiss of your entire existence. Professionalism be damned, you could not refrain from pressing into her.
“Baby, what was that?” you laughed emotionally, a bit stunned as you forced yourself to pull away from the tease, Natasha simply shrugged as her plump lips smirked. “I don’t handle others wanting you well.”
You both turned at a loud array of gasps. “Baby?” The float you were on was forgotten as the eyes of nearly everyone you loved stared at you in different ways.
“We’re three years in,” you teased the shocked blonde, “you guys are like all the worst at reading the room.”
“Take it back now,” Yelena cried, “I am the best at it!”
“Sestra please,” Natasha snorted and you giggled. “You were the worst of all.” Wanda piped up, “I knew all along, it was Carol and I that pushed them together.”
“Nuh uh, it was my thanksgiving dinner,” Tony cut her off, “I saw the footage of them leaving together!”
Everyone began to bicker, and while they did you and Natasha returned to the front of the float, this time her arm was wrapped possessively around your waist as you waved to the booming crowd showing their pride.
“You know,” she thought out loud, then leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “Now I can finally propose…”
“Natasha don’t you dare,” you threatened and she chuckled, “I would never do something so corny.”
“Thank Melina for that,” you cheered teasingly and she shook her head with joy, “you deserve more than that.”
You shifted to face her and smiled dreamily, your back to the aww’-ing crowd as you whispered, “I love you.”
Natasha leaned in and kissed your cheek, then pulled you into a tight hug, “ya tebya lyublyu, my angel.”
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