Summary: A quick countdown drabble of their first NYE together <3
A/N: I wanted to put out something short and sweet for Christmas but that obviously didn't happen so I wrote this in half an hour just to celebrate the New Years. Happy 2026 to everyone and hoping for a queer happy healthy year for yall! I hope I write more this year (I pray for all my fellow writers as well, let's make a circle-)
The party is still ongoing downstairs.
Your girlfriend didn't seem like the type to host a party, but then again with the year that they've been through, they deserved a party.
Your girlfriend has successfully established herself in the city - becoming one of the names that people feared and respected.
So when Kate suggested they host a party in your house, you thought about rejecting it, but then again you've gotten quite close with most of them.
It would be fun to have a drink with everyone.
Countdown.
Watch the fireworks.
Yeah, you agreed.
And once you agreed, your girlfriend couldn't really say no.
Which led to your current...position.
Standing on the balcony of your room, looking down at the party where some of them are out in the garden having a drink and chatting.
You can still hear the music blasting from downstairs, some 80's club hits that Clint put on after he stole DJ duty from Kate. You were about six drinks in, with a mix of wine and liquor - you'll probably regret it tomorrow morning, but that's tomorrow's problem.
You can feel the heat in your body and the slight fuzziness from the alcohol clouding your mind.
Despite all that, you somehow still felt your girlfriend's presence behind you before you felt her hands wrap around your waist.
"What are you doing up here, princess?" her voice was that much huskier cause she's a few drinks in as well.
"Getting some air, it was getting hot."
She leans her head on your shoulder, mirroring how you're looking down at the people, "You want me to send them back?"
"No! It's fine. It's almost 12 anyway. Would be a bummer to send them back now," you can see Kate and Carol talking animatedly at one corner while Bucky balances four glasses walking past people from the entrance.
"Hmmm."
It's crazy that it's been more than half a year since you started dating Natasha. You'd never imagine that your life would change this much when you first attended that gala next to Viper.
You knew you would be executing his downfall this year, but you'd never imagine scoring a girlfriend and a family in the process.
The few months you've spent with Natasha had been amazing in so many different ways.
For the first time, you are learning what it's like to be loved and cherished by someone who puts you first.
To feel the warmth of her body in the morning and the smell of her shampoo when you wrap yourself around her.
To learn how to communicate even when things get scary and your emotions run high.
To let yourself be vulnerable in a way that you've always been scared to do so.
"You're thinking really hard, princess," you can feel her breath tickle your ear, and you lean back further into her.
"It's been a crazy year."
She hums out her agreement, "It has been."
"You wanna know the best part?" you asked.
"Tell me."
You turn around in her hold, "Asking you out on that date."
You didn't miss the way her eyes brighten at your confession. You're not the only one that feels lucky.
Natasha still pinches herself wondering if this was all real.
Like when she sees you dancing in the kitchen with nothing but an oversized t-shirt and her basketball shorts.
Or finding you fitting perfectly with Yelena and the others while you bark orders at them while playing overcooked.
Or seeing how you look at her like she was someone worth loving. Like she doesn't wash blood off her hands.
Catching herself before she goes too far in her mind, her body shook with mirth before she responds, "I believe I brought you out on that date."
You laugh, the sound muffled over by the shouting you hear from the people downstairs, counting down as the clock ticks towards twelve.
Leaning against the railing of the balcony, you put your hands on her shoulder, "Yeah, but I was the one that asked for it."
She laughs, the sound filling your heart with something unspeakable. She steps closer, her face just an inch away from yours. You've memorized every inch of her face, from the green in her eyes to the faded scar on her chin.
Running your eyes across her face, you hear the countdown getting closer.
Her hands link behind your back, "That's the best part for me too," came her whispered confession.
One that was drowned out by the shouts from below but you heard her as clear as day.
Forget her business. Forget her empire. Forget her name.
You were the most important part of her year.
And to be able to call you hers?
Proudly, and loudly?
The fireworks light up the skies above you two, the sounds of cheers and shouting from not only downstairs but across the city...
You lean in and kiss her underneath the lights and the stars.
The explosives imitating the way your heart feels having her in your arms.
just wanna say that ILYCFBC deserves more attention and appreciation. i love their relationship so much!!!! i can't contain my excitement bout those new things you're writing. <333
Ahhhhh thank you so much for this lovely message! I too am absolutely obsessed with their relationship, and LOVEEE writing R being a little shit while Nat enables it <3
Here, have a little treat for (probably) the next installment of ILYCFBC (unless i finish the other WIP first, it's 50/50 now really-)
"Now why would I help them? Romanoff has made it clear that she hates my guts. I don't make it a habit to work for people who wouldn't resist to kill me when given the chance," well at least he was self-aware.
You take a sip of the wine that he put in front of you - ooh he gave you the good stuff, "She doesn't hate you, she finds you annoying. Which is a common sentiment for many of us."
He laughs, with a grin that you want to wipe off his face, "You're not helping your case. And considering that you're here and Romanoff isn't, I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that you're here on your own. She doesn't even know you're here, does she?"
You chuckle, the low vibrato sending shivers down his spine.
Yeah, you're really taking on Romanoff's mannerism, a bit too much.
feel free to guess who R is talking to, although I don't think it's too hard to guess c:
i saw the thing. the thing. mob boss!nat has BACK TATTOOS??? of what exactly, i dont know if you got this ask before but.. i am incherested
making myself known..
🐅
I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED.
Okay the tattoo I pictured for mob!Nat is a full black and white back piece of a snake, with flowers sprinkled around!
imagine something like this! She got it when she was around 19-20 :3
Here's a little drabble for when R first found out about it:
You were about two weeks into the relationship, and it's been a pretty great two weeks. The countless dates that Natasha has planned out was always refreshing and unique, she consistently manages to surprise you with her ideas and attentiveness.
Today was a slow day where you wanted to rest at home. Yesterday's archery range date made your arms sore but it was fun; you drooled at the way Natasha managed to hit bullseye for almost triple the times you did.
Colette prepared a delicious pizza for dinner - made from scratch of course, paired with some garlic bread and mushroom soup that made you ascend to heaven. You and Natasha were currently in her room, prepared to just put some random show on TV and cuddle for the night.
She claimed that she wanted to take a shower first, having just been back from her office right before dinner. You grabbed the remote and started scrolling through the various titles on Netflix.
And that was when you saw it.
"What's that?" you asked, TV long forgotten while your eyes zoomed in on the patch of skin that peeked out from the towel that she rested on her shoulder.
She was wearing just a sports bra and her slacks, "Hmm?"
"On your back, is that a tattoo?" You scooted over to the end of the bed and she sighed softly, something you can't quite decipher showing in her eyes before she turned around to let you see her back.
"You have a full back tattoo? Have you been holding out on me?" you pouted at her, nudging at the towel so she grabs it off and you can see more of it.
A soft gasp sounded from your lips.
Her sports bra might have covered up quite a bit, especially the straps that mostly hid the middle part of her upper back, but from the sides of them you can see patches of skin that were scarred.
The skin that weren't covered with ink were light pink in colour, they were rough, and you can recognised burn scars when you see one.
Your hands were trembling slightly when you reached up, before your voice hesitantly asked, "May I?"
"Yeah," she nods.
You couldn't see her face, but you could tell that she was slightly tensed. Her shoulders were tight and her breathing was that much more controlled.
Your hand grazes the ones peeking out from the side, tracing over the ink and taking note of the roughness of the skin. Your head was filled with questions, but you knew better than to ask.
Shuddering, Natasha seemed to picked up on your silent question, "There was a fire, when I was younger," her voice was soft, "I was the only one who got away in time."
You hummed softly.
"I'm sorry it happened, it must've been a difficult time for you," you didn't know what else to say.
You would love to ask how old she was, how it happened, who she lost in the fire...
But you asked none of it.
It's not the time, yet.
Maybe one day, one day she'll open up to you about this.
And you'll hold her like how you wish you could've held her when this happened to her.
But for now, you'll settle with tracing your fingers over her tattoo, memorising every inch of her skin, before you grasp her face in your hand, and leave a kiss on her mouth to show that you wish you could've been there for her.
I have always wanted to bring up the fact that Natasha has a pretty big scar on her back - I imagine it to be about the size of her palm. This is something that came to me when I first started writing for this AU.
I never put any emphasis on this in the previous fic because I wanted it to be an accepted fact, didn't want it to be too cliche where the media was commenting or R was being fussy over this. It's just a part of Natasha.
So thank YOU for this ask, because it finally gave me a chance to write this the way I wanted to, which is R finding out about it hehehe c:
Masterlist | More Mob!Natasha here! | Read this on AO3!
Summary: R attends her first official event with Natasha in her arms (or maybe it's the other way around).
Warning: Mentions of illegal activities.
A/N: This is just self-indulgent cause I'm obsessed with the two tropes in here. (1. That one line from Selena's song; 2. That thing Tom did for Zendaya on the red carpet years ago). It's been a while but I wanted to put this out to get the writing brain cells working again :)
Natasha told you about the auction gala a month before it happened.
It was slightly fancier than the gala you used to attend with Viper, especially considering this one apparently has a red carpet before the dinner.
“Why is there a red carpet?” You asked, confused on why there is a need for this when it’s just an auction that is masking money laundering activities.
“Because a lot of rich people will be there, and rich people like drama and attention,” she answers, before going back to signing the stack of documents in front of her.
You genuinely can’t believe paperwork is still done…with paper. “Hard copies are harder to steal, easier to destroy” she once told you, to which you just shrug it off and resume trying to get her to pay attention to you instead.
Kicking off your heels and planting yourself firmly into Natasha’s lap, “Snobs,” you commented.
The redhead circles her arm around your waist and pulls you in further, before she pushes her documents away knowing that she’s not getting any more work done before this conversation ends.
Grinning in victory, you turn so you are straddling her instead, “Why are you invited?”
She laughs at your confusion, hands hooked behind your back to prevent you from falling, “Because I’m also considered rich. You do realise I have legal businesses going on right?”
You jokingly hit her on the shoulder, pouting, “I know that! Just didn’t expect you to have these invitations I guess. Are you a big deal?”
“The people there will know who I am, I didn’t become the biggest name in the underworld here for nothing. If the people in this city want something specific, they might need to go through me, especially rich people. That’s why I’m invited, big name but most importantly, big connections.”
You nod, thinking about how Natasha has spent the past few months working on not only taking over Viper’s port previously, but also to secure deals and connections. Establishing herself as one of the most seeked out mob by having the most connections, business deals, and most qualified team.
Biting your lips, “I’ve always wanted to walk down a red carpet.”
Natasha imagined you would enjoy something like this, “So then it’s a yes, princess?”
“Of course I’ll attend this with you! I’m offended that you even think I’d skip out on something like this.”
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When the day eventually came, you spent close to two hours getting ready for the gala. You forced Natasha out of your room, demanding her to get ready in her own office, away from you. You’ve also managed to keep your outfit a secret, having gone to the fitting by yourself (with Charlie - your bodyguard).
You picked out her outfit, something that you know she’ll look tasteful in. A one-piece pantsuit, a long sleeve on one side and sleeveless on the other side, where it leads to a bare back - to show off her back tattoos.
The dress was black with dark green accents, sparkly and very, very expensive.
And you can’t wait to see your girlfriend in it, knowing that she’ll look so hot dressed in that.
When the event was finally starting, Natasha had to arrive early to settle some of the arrangements, specifically security in the venue.
So you took your time with your hair and makeup, enjoying getting dolled up by the team handpicked by you and checked by Natasha. Slipping on the outfit you’ve decided, you look at yourself in the mirror, imagining how your girlfriend will react.
The dress was sleeveless that started with a sheer emerald green bodice, with a satin flow down to your ankles, but a thigh high slit that you know makes your girlfriend go crazy. Pairing the low neckline with your favorite necklace that Natasha gifted you on Valentine’s, a subtle N can be seen if you look close enough on the choker-like necklace, you can’t wait for what might happen tonight after she sees you in this full fit.
You arrive about fifteen minutes before the auction starts, giving you ample time to walk down the red carpet with your girlfriend - it was definitely not because you like to make a dramatic entrance, no way.
Stepping out the car, of course your girlfriend was there and looking drop dead gorgeous.
You can see her visibly control her breathing once you step out the car, before sliding her hand and pulling you close to her by the waist, “You look incredible, princess.”
You had to bite your lip at the naughty comment you wanted to make, knowing that tonight is important enough that riling Natasha up too much before anything even started might not be a good idea, you just smile bashfully before giving her a soft kiss.
The camera flashing snapped you back into reality and you took in her straightened red hair - something you are personally quite fond of, and the outfit that you chose knowing that she looks tasteful in, especially with the heels that she chose to wear.
Your hands wander around her back, feeling the bare back and subtly drawing along the tattoos that you’ve memorised after spending many nights tracing them, and you took a moment to breathe before giving her a grin.
Her finger traced your necklace, and you gave her a knowing laugh, “All yours.”
Walking down the red carpet, you were surprisingly enjoying the attention on you. People were shouting your girlfriend’s name left and right, but none of them seem to be rude about it - unlike what you’ve seen on the internet.
You pose next to Natasha, her hands firmly on your waist keeping you close at all times, and you secretly flourish under the feeling of being hers. The flash from all the cameras were quite overwhelming, causing your eyes to constantly adjust; but the grounding warmth from Natasha’s body and hand gives you a sense of comfort.
Near the end of the red carpet, was when the little accident almost happened.
Wearing a sheer dress was gorgeous and all, but there’s always a chance of slipping. The bodice of your dress was fitted to your body firmly, but because it was sheer by nature, you had to keep a little tape to ensure that nothing slipped.
With the heat of the night and the amount of people around, you were bound to sweat a little, which almost caused your dress to slip and reveal too much for the public.
Thankfully, you caught on to it, and know to adjust your dress accordingly when it almost happens. Adjusting a dress in public was never a good look, especially with so many cameras around and with you trying to adjust the dress near your chest, but you’ve come to accept the possibility of having that picture taken.
But of course your girlfriend had to be irresistibly charming and considerate, standing right in front of you just in time as your hand started fiddling with bodice, blocking all the cameras from taking any picture that the public might deem - shameful.
“Gotta be careful so you don’t show off what’s mine, princess,” hearing her teasing tone, your body relaxed even further, and you swoon internally so she doesn’t see how affected you are by this one simple action.
You’ve always been a little bit obsessed at the way Natasha’s protective - and sometimes possessive, nature comes out. You’re not quite sure why, because when your ex-boyfriend did some of these actions previously, you were always annoyed by them.
It might be how she takes care of you but never looks down at you. She doesn’t make you feel like you’re incapable of protecting yourself, but rather that she wants to protect you on top of you keeping yourself safe.
There’s no snide comment on how much you need her or how much you’re useless without her, but rather she’s taking care of you because she wants to, and because she can.
You hear the media photographer shouting her name once again, calling for her to ‘give us a little something Natasha!’. You know that was code for do something spicy.
Natasha didn’t want to overwhelm you, she also didn’t want to seem like you’re just a trophy girl, or eye candy purely there for the sake of being pretty. You were there as her girlfriend and she will treat you as such.
Which was why the whole red carpet, her hand has just been on your waist, guiding but not forcing.
Holding, but not pushing or pulling.
But of course you always liked to surprise her.
“Grab me,” came your voice.
Natasha turns to lock her gaze at you, her eyes questioning.
You lean towards her right ear, turning a little so your back was facing the cameras for a bit, “Let me show you how proud I am to be yours.”
Your voice.
Whether it was intentional or not, the lowering of your tone and voice, along with the warmth she felt from your breath, and the nature of your sentence?
Natasha’s eyes darken before her hand wraps around your waist, finally forcefully pulling you to face the cameras once again, and her grip never faltered after that.
And you love it.
Love the feeling of her hands around you.
Love the feeling of people watching, knowing that you belong to her.
Because you do.
And fuck, you love that you do.
Once again, you’re reminded of how you first met her, how she changed your life with her love, how much she adores you…
Your eyes were focused on her, lips curling at the corners and before anyone could stop it you were pulling her into a deep kiss.
She was quick to respond and melt into it, always one to follow your lead in things like this. If she wasn’t too nervous about how you feel about your first official appearance with her, she would drag you towards the end of the red carpet and push you against one of the walls already.
The shouting and cooing from the media brought the both of you back to reality, and you find Natasha’s demeanor to have shifted into the one that you get to see more in the bedroom.
Her eyes remained dark, her gaze sharp and filled with pride, as she gave the camera another smirk before leaning and giving your forehead a final kiss.
It was soft, but the way her smirk never leaves, and the way her hand was still firmly grasped on your hips…
The message was clear to everyone there as her lips touched your forehead, her gaze still lingering on the cameras in front of you…
I Like Your Cockiness, Fuck Being Confident Master List [ILYCFBC]
Mob!Natasha x F!Reader
This is my attempt of compiling everything under one post just so people who are just finding this AU, can have a guide of how to read it without being confused.
This is not a series, but rather just a bunch of one-shots which doesn't necessarily follow the timeline of when it happened. I would suggest reading this following the order for when I wrote and posted it, but I did include the dates in canon for your reference <3
[dd-mm-yyyy]
Read this on AO3 | Main Masterlist
Warnings for the AU in general:
Smut and violence are included, minors please DNI :) Nat & R are both kinky and horny all the time so, please read the warnings before each fic if certain themes might trigger you <3
I like your cockiness, fuck being confident. - (1.9k)
Introduction to the AU and the dynamic between Natasha x R <3
[26/09/2024]
Are you down to be a distraction baby? - (1.3k)
R is a brat, Natasha is amused <3
[19/05/2023]
All I smell is your perfume and that black ice. - (1.2k)
The first time R met Natasha, it was not love at first sight <3
[12/03/2020]
I think you're crazy, you say we both are. - (1.9k)
The first time R reached out to Natasha ever since that day in the bar <3
[15/05/2020]
You should taste the water from your well. - (3.2k)
First time R have sex with Natasha <3
[06/06/2020]
Your silence is a curse. - (3.5k)
First time Natasha got really angry with R <3
[11/08/2020]
I heard these bitches throwing shades, I want the Prada ones to match. - (4.1k)
Someone isn't a fan of R, is she jealous of R, or is it the other way around?
[Multiple days here, but all between June-July 2020]
I can see you watching, let me take you there. - (3.0k)
R is fascinated by Natasha's new boots, and then she's fascinated by Natasha's protectiveness <3
[October 2020]
What reason I got to be modest? - (1.7k)
R attends her first official event with Natasha in her arms (or maybe it's the other way around).
[August 2020]
Hold my grudge instead of having none to hold. - (3.4k)
How R slowly got the approval of Natasha's family (Part 1 - Yelena & Maria).
[Yelena - 09/07/2020; Maria - 21/09/2020]
You're the reason, I got a weakness. - (4k)
R got kidnapped, and now things are...different?
[27/07/2021 - whole fic spanned for about a month]
I might have to cause a scene, just so you can take it off. - (3.4k)
R shows her displeasure through a stunt, Natasha isn't amused, but she is amazed.
[19/03/2021]
Why you got me so obsessed with you? - (7.1k)
Yelena is in trouble, and R does something to get her out without Natasha knowing.
[02/11/2020]
And if I die, I already fell and I'm good here (safe in your arms) - (5.4k)
Their first Valentine's Day celebration!
[14/02/2021]
ILYCFBC Asks | Main Masterlist | ILYCFBC Drabbles
A/N: Yes, all titles for this AU are Kehlani lyrics because I'm sapphic like that :3
I am slowly turning R from the mob AU into a filthy little princess. Hope you guys dont mind a little boot kink cause I am: horny for Nat's boots and I need to project 🙂↕️
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Summary: The first time Natasha got really angry at R.
Warning: Angst, hurt/comfort, unhealthy communication style, they can both seem a little toxic - they have issues to work on alright, mentions of violence (nothing you wouldn't expect from a Mob AU)
A/N: I'm back with the Mob!nat brain rot. I want to once again mention that this is not healthy communication in a relationship, but they are both a little fucked up and this is still early in the r/s so they are still learning <3
To no one’s surprise, you and Natasha have your fair share of conflicts.
Normally she tends to give in, being quite fond of the way that you’re stubborn, and understanding that you’re just testing her patience and limits since you’ve spent years under a man that was a control freak.
She’s also quickly found that a quick kiss on your cheek or just a pout and some cheesy action - like magicking a flower from behind your ear, will always get you to roll your eyes before burying yourself in her embrace.
You get frustrated at her easily, but it was never for long. And most of the time it was for smaller things like her forgetting to get you your favorite ice-cream despite passing by the place or accidentally leaving her socks around the room after she takes them off.
Natasha on the other hand, it takes quite a lot for her to be frustrated at you. It has happened multiple times, generally only when you were being unreasonable and showing attitude in front of other people. The few times that she’s been frustrated so far, you normally just gotta show her that you’re sorry with a little whine and she will melt.
The first time Natasha got seriously angry at you, you didn’t know what to do.
In hindsight, you really shouldn’t have pushed her that far.
It was just a little payback for how she denied your request to follow her to work that morning.
You’ve been feeling bored and you’ve missed Yelena - who you’ve quickly bonded with, so you wanted to head into the office with her and grab lunch with Yelena. But Natasha said ‘no’ to you, citing that it was dangerous because she will have a business talk with someone.
That was code for ‘someone dangerous will be in the office, so it’s not safe for you’. And god did you hate it whenever she would say things like that.
Firstly, how dare she say ‘no’ to you.
Secondly, you can handle yourself just fine.
You glared at the back of her head until she left the room, leaving you all alone to your mischievous thoughts.
A little payback, maybe.
You dressed yourself and then immediately left the house without telling anyone.
Natasha is not Viper, you were always free to go wherever you want. She requested that you at least let her know if you’re leaving the house just because she wanted to ensure your safety. She wanted to at least know if you’re going to leave the house and maybe even a text on when you might be back.
But not this time.
You were pissed at her for saying ‘no’ to you.
So you left the house, turned off your phone so she couldn’t reach you, and hailed a cab to your favorite resort just slightly outside the city centre. You deserve a relaxing day of massages, spa, and cocktails by the pool.
By the time you got home, you were eerily aware of the silence in the whole house.
‘There’s no way she’s not even home yet, it’s almost eight,’ you thought to yourself.
When you made it up the stairs and into the room, you saw her standing outside on the balcony, leaning against the rail and holding what you assumed was a cigarette. A deep breath in and you knew your assumptions were correct, nothing smells quite as bad as cigarettes.
You’ve never actually seen Natasha smoked before, so this is definitely something new to you.
You can’t deny that the silhouette of her smoking on the balcony is quite attractive. Despite your dislike at the action of it, the concept of smoking is just kind of…hot. You’ve always liked the bad boys - or girls, in this case.
When you were done showering and finished your nightly routine, she was finally making her way into the room. Her dark red shirt slightly crinkled and unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to her elbows. If you weren’t still slightly pissed at her, you would have already dragged her towards the bed and started taking her clothes off immediately.
She still hasn't made eye contact with you, ever since you came back.
“How was the meeting?” you asked, tone nothing but a little bitter.
If she heard you talking, she didn’t show it. Instead, she took off her shirt and grabbed her towel, heading into the bathroom without another look at you. The sound of the shower made you roll your eyes immediately, “Seriously? The silent treatment? What are you, five?”
As expected, you didn’t receive any response.
In fact she refused to acknowledge you until she finished putting on her lotion, the towel wet from her hair still draped across her shoulder. You were tired and really just wanted to sleep at this point, “Natasha?”
She’s never ignored you before. And it was slowly daunting to you that maybe she was more angry than you expected her to be.
Without another word, she crawled into bed, and turned her back to you. Switching off the lights next to the bed, you huffed. Accepting the fact that Natasha is insistent to not talk today.
You didn’t want to push her more than what you already have, so you went to bed thinking about how you would talk to her tomorrow.
Except that didn’t happen.
Because Natasha didn’t give you a chance to do so.
She was gone by the time you woke up. Not a hint of where she was going or what she wanted. You got out of the room and wandered around the house looking for her, but instead you found Maria working near the dining table.
“Where’s your boss?”
Maria looks up from her laptop, “She went to the office.”
You’ve seen some of them work in your house before, but never when Natasha isn’t around. So really, there’s only one reason that could explain Maria’s presence here.
“And let me guess, you drew the short lot and got post guard duty?” You asked, your tone clearly unamused by Natasha’s actions.
Maria thought about the redhead, her mind recalling the way that Natasha called her this morning for this, “I wouldn’t say so. The boss trusts me to do this job, so here I am.”
You crossed your arms, “And what is your job? Make sure I stay in this house? Report my every move? Maybe even lock me in the room if I try to leave?”
She didn’t respond, just stared right back at you. Her eyebrows raised, as if she was asking ‘do you even hear yourself?’.
Among the members from Natasha’s closer crew, Maria is one that you're unsure how to deal with. She is immensely capable of doing her job, you’ve heard Natasha talk about how reliable she can be.
But from your point of view? She’s a problem, because you can’t intimidate or sweet talk your way whenever Maria is involved. She seems immune to your intimidation or charm.
Angry that you’re basically being locked in the house, you huffed and made your way back to the room. The pattern followed for another two more days. You would try to wait for Natasha to return so you can speak with her, but your attempts have been in vain. She either tunes you out, or she looks so tired to the point that you don't want to approach the subject anymore.
For the first time in the relationship, you were slowly realizing that this is how Natasha reacts in anger. The quiet, calm, eerie almost nonexistent presence - this made you anxious, almost scared.
Not of her, it’s never even crossed your mind that she might react how Viper used to react when he’s drunk and angry, but rather…you’re scared for the relationship.
It wasn’t long, before you were slowly drowning in guilt and thoughts. Your anger at her already vanished, and in place came the guilt of your actions.
Maybe you really did push her too far.
Would she leave you because of this?
Does she still love you?
Has she finally realised that you were too much to handle?
Unbeknownst to you, Natasha herself has been busy, but also struggling with thoughts of her own about the relationship.
Today it was Kate - your post guard of the day that is.
It’s been three days since the incident. You’ve not left the house for three days now. Everyday you would see a different person posted in the house, always someone you know. Maria, then Bucky, and yesterday was Clint.
You wonder if Natasha chose them to make you feel better.
Or maybe she didn’t really consider how you feel at all.
You woke up feeling like absolute shit, rolling over and smelling Natasha’s perfume, making you miss her even more.
You didn’t even dare to sleep close to her last night, afraid of what she might say if you angered her further.
You groggily dragged yourself downstairs, finishing the breakfast - well brunch, that Colette prepared for you.
Natasha still hasn’t said anything to you.
No reply to your texts, no note, nothing.
At some point you started hating yourself for your actions three days ago.
Even more so, you hated how you’re scared now.
Scared that Natasha might say the words, words that you never want to hear from her.
Words that prove how much you’re undeserving of love.
Kate stood near the front entrance as you sat in the living room, drinking your second bottle of beer from the fridge, your brain just slightly tipsy from the alcohol buzz, but nowhere near drunk, even with the two shots of vodka you had right after brunch.
It’s only five in the evening now.
You’ll regret mixing your alcohol tomorrow, for now, you don’t really care.
“I thought she was different, but she’s just the same as him. Fucking control freak,” you mumbled, words biting but anyone can tell that you didn’t mean the anger.
The way your eyes are watery, the way your lips tremble, and the way your hands keep fidgeting, they all betray how you actually feel.
Kate eyed you slightly, you’ve come to build a bond with her much like you did with Yelena. It was to be expected, given that Kate was young and honestly the funniest one among Natasha’s clan (Yelena would disagree, but then you also know she has a soft spot for the group’s youngest member).
She’s under strict orders from the boss to not meddle in this situation, but she also can’t stand seeing you like this, “She’s not like that, she’s just concerned.”
A part of you is happy that someone is finally talking to you, but you were so high strung on other emotions that you don’t even realise that it’s been three days since you’ve engaged in proper conversation with other people.
Maria, Bucky, and Clint, well they’re not big conversationalists in the first place, and with Natasha’s orders? They’re loyal to her first and foremost - they all know how their boss is, and they know better than to meddle in situations like this.
They also see how Natasha has been suffering for the past three days as well.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Viper used to say that as well.”
“She was scared that day.”
You paused at that, no one ever told you what happened that day.
Sensing your interest, Kate continued, “She finished some meetings in the morning and then tried to call you, but she couldn’t get to you. She sent someone over to check on you, but the house was empty. She got scared and cancelled all her meetings with the guys from Italy - that’s a two billion dollar deal down the drain in case you were wondering.”
You furrowed your brows, you didn’t expect her to be this scared.
“She went through the CCTV of the building, got hold of the cab number and tracked them down, finally getting a hint of where you’re at and that you were safe instead of being kidnapped. She was still nervous until she finally got the call from the credit card company about your spending at the resort.”
Kate remembers how dishevelled Natasha looked that day, she probably ran her hand through her hair like fifty times within half an hour. The way she cancelled everything and had all of them work on locating you…it was a first for all of them.
You feel guilty, of course you do.
You just wanted to teach her a little lesson, you didn’t expect everyone to be involved.
“And now what? She wants to keep me in this house forever?” you asked, not knowing how you can fix this. Hating how you’re feeling so guilty over everything when Natasha won’t even talk to you about it.
Kate takes the bottle of beer out from your hand, “She wants you to be safe. You’re free to leave this house by the way, the others didn’t tell you probably out of pettiness. I just need to make sure that you’re not in danger.”
You pout, feet kicking her lightly, “I’m not…a child, I can take care of myself.”
Kate huffs out a laugh, “You’re in constant danger because you’re dating the boss, you know that right? She’s not just dealing with local thugs or mob boss wannabes, she has businesses in many European countries as well. Her enemies can come from different parts of the world.”
You curled into yourself, arms hugging yourself and fingers digging into your biceps to stop yourself from crying.
“People already in shady businesses will not hesitate to do stupid shit like kidnap and murder if it means more money and power. I have seen first hand what people are willing to do just to get a taste of her influence and power, having a weakness like you…just makes it so much easier for them.”
Kate sees the way your eyes are tearing up, but she still has to say it, “And you are the easiest way to get to her. Natasha knows that.”
At her name, you finally broke.
You let out a sob, your nails digging deeply into your own skin, “I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t thinking, it was just payback for her denying me in the morning. It was supposed to be just a small thing. She would come over when I’m home, scold me for scaring her and then we’d make up in her room that night.”
You frustratingly wiped away at your cheek, trying to stop yourself from crying uncontrollably, “And then now she won’t even talk to me, or look at me.”
Your mind wanders back to the last time she spoke to you, her green eyes teasing as she promised to make it up to you when she’s back. You can briefly recall how nervous she was about the meeting that was supposed to happen that day, having heard about how it’s one that she’s been planning for two months.
You remember how she smells that morning, as she used a different perfume in place of her usual one, because something about authority and scent going hand in hand, needing a stronger scent to command respect…or whatever she said that morning. You were just focused on how you clung to her from behind, before you asked to go with her to the office.
“I miss her…” you whimpered.
You try to remember her voice, her scent, her touch…
And then you remember how she’s not spoken to you for three days. How she’s been avoiding you, ignoring you…how you’ve not felt her hands on you for three whole days.
Squeezing your eyes tightly, you bury your face into the crook of your elbows, your breath uneven and short, “She probably hates me- I can’t-” you were struggling to breathe, your sobs taking over your body, shaking and causing you to forget where you were at.
“I could never hate you.”
Your head snaps up at her voice, your vision still blurry from your tears, but it was undoubtedly Natasha standing right in front of you.
You grab the pillow on your right and hit her right in the chest, standing up before you shove her backwards, voice hoarse as you raised it, “You left me for three fucking days!”
Natasha caught herself and tossed the pillow aside, before pulling you into her chest. Your body is shaking and yours sobs uncontrollable, “Shhh…breathe princess.”
Your hands immediately grasp her shirt tightly, scared to let go in case she leaves you once again, “You left- left me-” Your head was buried in her shoulder, your tears quickly soaking her shirt.
Her heart breaks at the way your voice was cracking as you kept repeating the phrase over and over again. The sight of you trembling and crying in her arms, and she knew the past few days might have been a mistake on her end, “Breathe for me first.”
She ran her hands up and down your back, trying to sooth and calm you down. Eventually your breathing evened out, and you pushed yourself off her just slightly, wanting to see her face once again.
Her right hand caresses your face like how you’re used to, and her thumb wipes away the tears that stained your cheek, “There’s my pretty girl…”
You sniffled before you lean into her palm, you’ve missed her touch so fucking much.
She takes a deep breath, “I’m sorry princess, I shouldn’t have done that.”
You pulled on her shirt slightly, leading the both of you to sit on the couch, but neither one was willing to let go of the other entirely. She kept her hand on your face while you kept yours firmly gripping her shirt. It was more of an awkward shuffle towards the sofa, but the two of you made it work.
Once you were seated on the sofa, Natasha sat herself down next to you. Knees touching, but not too close. Just needing the proximity after being away from each other for three days.
“I was scared. I spent the past two days trying to drown myself in work because I can’t…face you. Knowing that you affect me so much…I was ready to tear this city apart to find you that day,” she confessed.
It was true. She has been busy trying to get the deal back on track, it was something that everyone else has been working very hard on, and she also needed a project that will fully take her mind off of things with you.
Was it just a pitiful attempt at avoiding her feelings for you? Maybe.
You shamefully ducked your head down at her words, “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Her fingers lifted your face back up to her, your eyes locked with the green orbs that you adore and have missed for the past few days.
She bit her lip in regret, “I didn’t mean to scare you as well. I overreacted because I don’t know how to do this with you. I’ve never cared for anyone as much as I do for you-”
You cut her off, “More talk tomorrow, kiss me now.” Your lips crashed into hers immediately, her body reacted before she fully processed what you just said, “Mhmm-”
It was desperate.
You’ve both been depraved from each other for three days.
“Mmm…princess,” she gasps out, hand finally leaving your face to push on your shoulder slightly before she pulls away from you as well, “Princess stop, you’re too drunk for this.”
The taste of alcohol from your lips and the way you’ve been crying, you were both still feeling a little raw from the incident. You’re way too vulnerable for anything beyond a kiss. Natasha didn’t want to take advantage of you like this, despite how much she wants to kiss you and make it up to you for the past few days.
You pouted and furrowed your brows adorably at her, “But I missed you!”
The corner of her lips turned up slightly, she missed your stubbornness, “Not like this princess.”
“You’re saying no to me again?” the hint of doubt crept in your voice, and Natasha heard it loud and clear.
Her hand lifts your chin up lightly, much like how she did when you sat across from her in her office, demanding for a date just a few months ago.
You stare up at her, immediately feeling reassured by the way her eyes were just filled with concern and love, “You’re not in a good headspace now, I promise my feelings for you have not changed. But you are in no condition to do anything tonight, okay?”
You nod, burying your face into her shoulder once again when you hug her tightly. You took in her scent, her warmth, her touch…
You would stay here with her forever if you could.
“I’ll bring you to bed, we’ll cuddle and then tomorrow we’ll talk and then see where that brings us, alright?” she asked.
