description: They say loving the Black Widow is impossible, so what happens when you meet her?
Words: ~2k
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none I think, not proof read tho
I know this is shitty, I wrote this coping with myself lmao.
Next one is promised to be good or at least better again
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Loving her is impossible. That's what they say.
Meeting her is easy.
Red hair, brown coat, black boots.
And effortless elegance that held the power to draw everyone's attention but prevent anyone from making eye contact. Or comment on her.
"A large, black coffee please" her voice carried the same unspoken authority her movements displayed.
Rough and soft at the same time, polite but distanced. She layed one hand on the counter while waiting. With the other hand she removed her sunglasses, letting them fall in the pocket of her coat. A few curious glances from the other customers in her direction but most just continued their conversations.
You watched the interaction, studying her. How she glanced over the room. How she corrected her own posture - and you did instinctively too. How she took her cup and took yet another glance over the room but in a seemingly different way. Her eyes locked onto you.
She directed a small, greeting nod to you and you responded with a friendly smile. "That seat doesn't seem taken", the redhead mostly stated, sitting on the chair across your own.
"You can't be sure of that" you replied with a teasing grin. The woman chuckled. A low, soft and intriguingly dangerous sound, sending a shiver down your spine. You tried to save it, lock it in your memory and protect it, the moment you heard it. If you could do something to get to hear it again, you would.
"So you're saying this seat is taken, princess?" a playful glint in her eyes, knowing exactly that it wasn't.
And within a split second your mind surrendered. You weren't sure if it was the nickname or just the way your own teasing backfired but you flushed and glued your eyes to your hands. "No" you mumbled, holding the cup in your hands just a little tighter. A shy smile played around your lips.
"No need to be shy, sweetheart. I'm Natasha"
Meeting her was embarrassing in a way you enjoyed it.
Knowing her is easy.
You knew who she was. Everybody does. The media is flooded with footage of her, everytime something in the world happens. Everybody sees what you could see that day.
Effortless perfectionism. Authority without room for arguments.
She was the Black Widow.
In press conferences the backbone of the avangers.
No one knew her. Behind that perfect mask that would allow her to dominate the whole room, was in reality something different.
Behind that perfect image was a human just as everyone else is. Someone who sometimes feels lonely. Someone who's guarded but also someone who let a few things slip from time to time.
You were aware that everything you saw of her was calculated. A risk she took.
A nightmare she told you she had. Explaining why her day was bad. Asking you what she should cook.
You never got much to grasp on, but to every little detail you held on as if it was sacred.
Nat:
I'm bored
What should I do?
You:
Me [you deleted that as soon as you typed it]
Cinnamon rolls
And just two hours later it'd ring on your door.
"Hey, I brought cinnamon rolls."
You laughed, seeing her physically relax under your careless happiness as you invited her in.
The Black Widow was an open book - someone everybody could know within thirty minutes of amateurish research.
Natasha Romanoff was more than that.
A closed book with a lock, behind bars, behind walls.
She rarely shared something about what she actually did or felt at any given moment. But if she'd let something slip you'd pick it up and cherish it.
Talking to her is easy.
Without even noticing in less than a month your world was upside down.
Checking your phone every ten minutes for notifications, even though you know the screen lits up when you get one.
Smiling when it does.
Denying the small bit of disappointment when the notification doesn't begin with "Nat 💕:".
Going silent on phone calls with others for a moment when you recieved a message from her. Being mentally absent while playing cards, glancing down at the phone beside you, answering whenever it's not your turn.
You:
How was your day?
Nat💕:
{voice message 1:48}
You loved these. You loved listening to her voice, detecting the satisfaction when she told you about a successful mission, hearing the frustration when some recruits didn't listen to her in training and then obviously failed the task at hand. You loved her sighs when she was tired.
Soon you yearned for every interaction you could get. A small chat, a short phone call. Or when you had the time you'd bring her a coffee over.
The first time you did, you weren't sure you'd get out of the building in one piece.
You learned that day that Shield doesn't have visitors. Especially not ordinary people and definitely not one's who come in without an agent.
Your hands were shaking as you held them over your head, in one still the coffee you brought.
"What do you want?" The guy, who asked this just entered the area, motioning for the security to stay in position.
"u-uh visiting? A friend" you added and cringed internally about verbally friendzoning the redhead. But that's the most fitting description. Maybe even exactly what she sees in you. A friend. One she likes to flirt and tease with just to see how it messses with your head.
"And who is that friend?" he walked behind you, taking the coffee from your hand.
"Natasha? Romanoff..." your voice grew quieter realizing how unrealistic that must sound. And just as confirmation he scoffed "Of course. And if that's true, why isn't Agent Romanoff here to get you through security? And further, why is the name on this coffee 'Nathan'?"
Now you scoffed, rolling your eyes "So now it's my fault that coffeeshops can't get names right?? You can't convince me no coffeeshop ever wrote your name wrong" You regretted those word almost as soon as they left your mouth but now it was too late anyway.
But before anyone reacted to that, the clicking of heels cut through the tension. Just as they stopped a familar voice spoke up from behind you "You have some nerves, giving these kind of answers while having two guns directed at you, princess"
Your cheekes flushed at the nickname. You knew she did that on purpose, relishing your involuntary reaction. And it happened every time.
With probably another motion of one of the two behind you the security guys backed down and you turned around with a small smile on your lips. "Well, bold of you to show up so late they almost shoot me"
When you sat down on a couch in what you presumed was her office she took a sip from her coffee and sighed. "Nathan, huh?" A smirk playing around her lips.
You snorted meeting her eyes with a mischievous glint in your own "Maybe I made the barista write down the wrong name intentionally. But a coffee wouldn't be a coffee if they got your name right twice in a row"
It became a little game of yours. Trying to find a new variant or fucked up way to mess with each others name.
These meetings happened more often, you bringing her coffee or lunch. Talking, laughing, joking. You learned that the guy, who questioned you on your first time there was Clint, Natasha's best friend. Soon these lunch breaks became the thing you looked most forward to, by the start of a week.
You got to meet Clint, introducing himself with saying something along being sorry for almost having you shot. And by then all of you could only laugh about that first encounter.
On a fandom friday she took you to the shooting range after another shared lunch. Handing you one of her pistols she positioned herself behind you. Guiding your legs to stand in the right stance, moving her hands along your arms so you wouldn't hurt yourself. And while you loved learning to shoot, her being pressed against your back made it hard to focus. How her touch burned itself under your skin, how her scent surrounded you. And suddenly you felt like one of the recruits she liked to complain about. Distracted.
Of course Natasha noticed. But she didn't seem mind it, when it was you. She didn't mind having to guide you into the right position another time and maybe even a third. At least she didn't say so. She seemed to enjoy the time you had as much as you did and that alone made your heart skip a bit.
Watching yourself fall for her feels scary. Like the craziest thing you've ever done.
Running away is easy.
Especially when self-doubt is consuming you.
When she's out on missions and you don't get any response to your messages for hours or days.
You start to doubt yourself, if this was right for you.
The redhead tried to push you away only shortly after you met. Telling you that she's too much for you. That her life isn't made for her to fit in your world. You managed go convince her from the opposite.
Now you were the one doubting if that was the right decision.
On the one side fearing how much this is about to hurt if you don't work out, on the other already being too attached to let go now.
Not without trying.
But after just another day of radio silence from her side you feel like ending things would be best for you. Or after another conversation, where you realize that she's not actually telling you what she feels or what's bothering her. Giving only so short answers to your messages that something like a conversation wouldn't even begin - it hurt you probably more than it should.
But you didn't blame her. Or you tried not to. You knew that this was an unsettling kind of jealousy with no one to be jealous of. No one you knew about. But that didn't make it easier. It just drained your energy on these days, killing some of your usually good mood. Every one of those days giving you another reason to leave.
Running away. Not without an explanation, that would be unfair. She deserved to understand. And while you're trying to convince yourself that hurting her by leaving now would be less bad than doing it even later and that it would probably be for the best for both of you, you couldn't shake the feeling that she would've felt used.
And every time you think about that, she texts you, answering your last message and pushing the thought of leaving away immediately - not that she's aware of that but she still does. The start of a conversation, that filled you with a strange sense of happiness. A happiness that kept you from running.
The urge to stay is impossible to ignore. The want to understand every action before calling it unreasonable, taking all reasons to leave and burn them down, you kept only the reasons to stay.
A stupid smile with every message.
An shy and embarrassing flush with every tease.
The commitment to understand her and give her time.
You mentally burned whatever you read about her on the internet. Banning news reports about her, ignoring blogs judging her or her job in any way.
Instead you chose to focus on every single bit that seemed to be real and held on to it. Every soft chuckle, the glint in her eyes when they meet yours, her sighs at the end of a voice message about an overly exhausting day.
Everything that you knew was her. What didn't scream 'ex-assassin and spy'.
You chose to learn and hold on to what you got about Natasha instead of Widow.
Just curious as to whether people are still interested in Alex Danvers/Lena Luthor? Picked up a story I began writing ages ago but I'm not sure whether people still read them.
It's a bit of a UA, bringing in themes from the Deus Ex universe (augmentations and biotech for those who don't know) with a slow burn between Alex and Lena. There will be some angst, some fluff, some violence and badass scenes, slight conspiracy plot, backstory peppered throughout.
So yeah just want an idea before I dive headfirst into a story that nobody will read 😂
I recently started reading and writing Taylor swift fan fiction. Which I know is kind of weird and random. But I mean I’ve always liked Taylor and her music but how have I never realized how hot she is???
iroh: once, i told zuko that he needs to work on his inter turmoil. he screamed at me that he had no such inner turmoil, and then proceeded to go to a cliff during a thunderstorm to scream at God to strike him with lightning
alfred: master bruce and i have that interaction at least three times per week.
hey bruce spent a lot of his bat-study abroad in the far east and has kind of a weeb weapon collection so proposal, what if Bruce appreciates Iroh’s tea
while Zuko is enthusiastic about cream and sugar
further fueling their dad-figures’ passive-aggressive rivalry?
If you are taking requests I'd like to request baby danvers sister reader x lena luthor. Reader is an athlete (A boxer, to be specific) Reader gets injured in training. Lena rushes to take care of them, insisting they stay with her. It'd also be really cool if you made a few headcanons about their relationship. Topics being, favourite movie, favourite book, dogs or cats? how they met? first date? What the other is like when sic/hurt, how they deal with jealousy
I could definitely work on some HCs for it, but I haven't written for a while, so it might be a little minute until a request is posted if you're cool with that?
Love the idea of them finally finding some peace with themself and settling into a nice healthy routine with work
Part of me thinks BD would be out there finding themself, trying different pronouns, finding their colours (since they dyed their hair alot)
Definitely has a pet axolotl they coparent with Nia
I like to think the pandemic happened in BDs AU, but I also love to believe that Lena was all over that, but the idea of BD taking up cooking again for fun is cute
do you write for platonic kara danvers? Or supercorp kid?
thank you
Honestly, I haven't written for a while, but I could do platonic pairings. The writing itself might be a little short until I get back into a routine with posting more regularly tho
Jason *struggling not to laugh*: bruce. you aren’t gonna believe what i just did.
Bruce: jason, what did you do?
Jason: so i bought a ton of these thumb drives
Bruce: yeah
Jason: and mailed them out to a ton of different villains
Bruce: yeah
Jason: each labelled “how to kill Batman” or “Batman’s secret identity”
Bruce: YOU WHAT
Jason: no no no calm down- they’re full of viruses
Bruce: …what
*Dick walks in*
Jason: dick did you hear what i did? oh my god did you hear what i did?
Tim: hey, you didn’t do it alone.
Jason: sorry. yeah, tim helped me, ti-tim helped me- OH MY GOD IT’S SO FUNNY. i dunno why i went around killing people, this is the. best. revenge. ever. and ohmygod y’know how we just busted that huge underground hacking scheme? well they were the people villains would go to for computer stuff. and all of them are in prison. this is my greatest achievement ever. except making Batman cry.
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