I did not use a single pose reference here and I am so proud of it god I love seeing progress anyways this was an embarrassing 8 hours where for at least 3 I was struggling with the dress
scarlet johannson did not spend an entire decade fighting tooth and nail to make natasha into an actual character instead of the sex object writers wanted her to be while also having to endure the most vile, misogynistic questions during press tours for people to now disrespect her legacy because yelena is 'better'. the only reason why that is, is because of everything scarlet went through. natasha singlehandedly paved the way for every other female superhero in the mcu and don't you forget that
Summary: The color red means something different when it is about Natasha.
a/n: Not exactly a sequel but this short fic is related to Marry Me.
Warnings: light angst/fluff
Words: 482
The color red is not associated with good things. In society, it can be used to mean caution, alarm, or danger.
The red sirens on police vehicles and ambulances indicate trouble.
The red brake lights on cars warn you to slow down and stop.
The red words on the emergency exit signs tell you to leave.
Red is a warning.
But with Natasha, it becomes something more.
Red can be beautiful.
Especially on her.
The light crimson tint on her cheeks that is always followed by a roll of her eyes every time you shower her with flirty compliments.
The scarlet lipstick on her lips whenever they curl into her usual confident smirk right before she pulls you close and kiss you breathless.
The bright ruby symbol of the signature hourglass on her belt which your hands quickly remove from her body.
The dark auburn hair flowing through your fingers as she brings you to the highest points of pleasure and bliss.
The deep burgundy marks that she leaves all over your body after spending yet another night together.
Then she slips away without a sound.
Leaving you alone.
You should know better.
It’s as you said at the beginning.
Red is not associated with good things.
Like the way your faces grow red with frustration when you both argue about the other person’s safety.
Like the red dot that appears on your body during the mission before a burst of pain suddenly shoots through your stomach.
Like the red of your blood on her hands as she applies pressure while crying out your name.
No, the color red has always been a warning.
A warning that you always ignore.
A warning of the dangers that come with being near a woman like her.
A warning of the way she only allows people to get close up to a certain point.
A warning of the work and effort it takes to build a relationship with her.
Any sensible person would give up and leave.
That was the whole purpose of the color.
To warn you away from her.
The next time the color red appears, it is behind your eyelids from the bright medical bay lights shining above you.
Opening your eyes slowly, you see the lovely color again.
The auburn strands of her hair fall over her sleeping face laying beside you on the medical bed, a light rosy flush on her cheeks from the cold air in the room, and the crimson on her knuckles as her hand holds tightly onto yours.
Red is not supposed to be good.
Yet whenever you look at Natasha, the only thing you can see is how beautiful all of the different shades of red appear on her.
To you, red is not a warning.
It is a reminder to have patience.
After all, someone like Natasha is someone worth loving.
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