#romanoff x reader

[thenatashamaximoff]

The Death Of Peace Of Mind

Summary: Your mind will never find peace, for the tales within this compilation offer no conclusions.

Pairing: multiple

Warnings: mind manipulation

Total words: 3,323

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Piece Of Mind ᗢ - Running into strangers while on a shopping trip with your girlfriend seems to leave you with a lot of questions. But, don’t worry… Wanda has a way to answer all of them at once.

So Far So Fake ⧗ - Your relationship with Natasha seems to be on thin ice, but when she returns from her mission earlier than expected, that ice seems to start suddenly thickening. (coming soon)

[speciallysapphic]

Night Out

Summary: A simple night out alone turns into something you never anticipated.

Warnings: 18+!! Smut, porn with barely a plot, daddy kink, fingering, oral, mention of alcohol (let me know if I'm missing anything)

Pairing: Speakeasy!Natasha x Fem!Reader

AN: I'm ridiculously gay and it shows. That is all, thank you.

It was Saturday night. You talked yourself into actually going out instead of spending another night with a bag of chips and reruns of reality TV. Besides, you had run out of wine at home, and it felt good to get dressed up and go out. Even if it was just going to your favorite old fashioned speakeasy style bar by yourself. You sat at the bar nursing on your 3rd drink of the night while listening to the music. You can’t shake the feeling of someone watching you, your eyes scan around the dark room, suddenly your eyes lock with a pair of piercing green eyes. Normally you would look away awkwardly after making eye contact so suddenly with a stranger. But something about her was mesmerizing. She sets down her drink and starts walking towards you. The light hits her and her red hair gleams under it, her body exuding confidence in every stride. You shift in your chair and smooth out your outfit, attempting to be subtle about your nervousness. 

She makes her way to you and leans on the bar, pulling back the bottom of her suit jacket to let her free hand rest in her pocket. The red head smirks at you, looks you up and down then says “You’re far too pretty to be alone in a place like this. How long do I have before your partner comes back?” You blush a bit but try to hide your embarrassment at the compliment.

“All night, I guess. I don’t have a partner.” you reply. She straightens her posture up slightly at your reply, takes her hand out of her pocket and offers to shake yours. 

“In that case, who do I have the pleasure of meeting?” 

“Y/N” you smile and shake her hand. Her formalness amuses you but you find it attractive. Much better than the pick up lines you get on dating apps. 

“Natasha” She replies as she pulls up a chair.

Now you recognize her. It was hard to see her as the Avenger she is without her black combat suit and a gun on her hip. Seeing her like this was totally new. You’ve always found her attractive but seeing her in a tailored gray suit with a black tie and her hair pinned up was a whole other level. Natasha waves down the bartender and orders you another drink as well as one for herself. Once the bartender disappears she leans forward and firmly places her hand on your thigh.

“So what exactly is a girl like you doing out alone in a place like this?” You feel a shiver go up your spine as you’re looking into her emerald eyes. 

“Just needed a night out. Shake off some stress I guess.” How you got the words out, you’ll never know. Natasha can tell you’re a little nervous, but that’s right where she wants you, nervous but eager.

She slowly slides her hand further up your thigh and leans in to say “I know a great way to combat stress…” Her eyes scan your body, making her intentions even clearer. 

“Oh, I could definitely use some stress relief.” You reply and nervously bite your bottom lip. Natasha takes your hand and stands up to lead the two of you away from the bar.

She leads you to the bathroom and locks the door. The assassin pushes you up against the wall by your hips and begins kissing your neck. You let out a soft moan involuntarily. You can feel her smile against your skin, she’s enjoying this. She moves her thigh between your legs and holds her body against yours, pinning you in place while she swiftly takes off her jacket. The kisses get hotter. You’re biting at each other's lips, exchanging ragged breaths between contact, her hair has fallen down and you let your hands get tangled in it. Natasha slides down to her knees and undresses the lower half of you. You’re quick to help her where she needs it, not wanting to waste a second of time. You want her more than words describe. Before you even have a chance to fully catch your breath you feel her tongue glide through your folds. Your knees almost buckle, Nat looks up at you and places a hand tightly on your hip. 

“Stay strong for me baby” She orders before going back. Her tongue circles, you can feel how wet you are without having to look. You’re attempting to not let your moans get too loud, the bar was noisy but not that loud. Natasha slips two fingers into you with ease, you’re practically dripping for her. 

“Oh Fuck! Tasha!” You wrap your hand in a fistful of red hair. Her movements become more deliberate. Adding another finger, she starts pounding into you. Nat is looking up at you to watch the pleasure play across your face. 

“Good girl.” She hums in praise. This only added fuel to the fire.

“Make me finish, please” You beg her. The spy slows her movements. While she admires your boldness, she wasn’t going to make it that easy. You whimper at her, desperately wanting the friction you felt seconds earlier back.

“Oh Y/N, I wanna hear you beg for it.” She snarls at you, her voice raspier than before. 

“Please Natasha, I need it.” You try. She shakes her head, silently asking for more. Frustration is getting to you.

“Please… Please daddy I need to finish, Let me finish for you.” You can hear the desperation in your voice with every syllable. Nat smirks and suddenly her movement picks back up. She’s at an unrelenting pace. Every thrust of her hand sends you further and further to the point of bliss. With three fingers still pumping inside you she seals her lips around your clit and her tongue goes wild. Flicking, sucking, and gliding at all the right paces and patterns. Nat’s free hand presses into your hip stronger, knowing she’ll have to help you stay upright. With her other hand goes deeper and sucks at you all at once. 

A loud, uncontrollable moan escapes you. It was the best orgasm you’ve ever had. While you’re still reeling from the explosion of pleasure, the Avenger is resting her head against your thigh. Slightly smiling to herself, proud of what a mess she’s made of you. 

“You did so good for me, Y/N” She coos, stroking your thigh. She stands up, kisses you softly, then cups your face in her hand. Your eyes staring back at one another, she just smiles. You begin dressing yourself. Natasha half heartedly fixes her hair in the mirror, and throws her jacket over her shoulder. In the middle of you smoothing out your outfit and brushing sweaty strings of hair out of your face, Natasha turns your face to look at hers by gently grabbing your chin. 

“This was fun Y/N. We should do it again.” Before you can think of anything to say, she struts out of the bathroom and vanishes into the cool, dark night. 

[renova-writes]

the silver shadow. part 3

summary: Loki is brought to Avenger’s tower. Bucky remembers you.

word count: 2,036

warnings: PTSD, Aggression. 

tags: @daisy116

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Do You Truly Think So Little Of Me?

The back of a SHIELD security truck was dark, cold, and cramped. The armored vehicle violently jerked around. Every bump in the road sent the strapped-in passengers flying a few inches above their seats before falling on their tailbones. The small space was illuminated only by the tiny slits near the roof, where the light shone through the bulletproof glass.

Steve Rogers and Wanda Maximoff sat in uniform on the left side of the compartment. The remaining seven seats were occupied with CIA and SHIELD agents in full combat gear, weapons loaded and ready. All eyes were on one man that sat in the middle. He was tall, much taller than everyone else in the compartment. He was dressed in a yellow jumpsuit that looked hideous against his pale skin. The bright yellow contrasted and drew attention to his long greasy black hair. Green eyes pierced through all of the colors; with just one glance into them, anyone could tell that he was amused with all of the precautions.

"To be completely honest, I do not think that this procession is necessary," he had said, "I have no intention of escape."

"Tell that to the God of Mischief and Lies then." Maximoff had responded. She and Rogers had a feeling that he was indeed very interested in escaping. It was Loki, after all. This man, or rather this God, was responsible for billions of dollars worth of damage in New York City. After leading an alien attack and killing hundreds, no one was inclined to trust him. Not only that, but his brother Thor had told them all stories of Loki's trickery on Asgard. If the past is any indication of the future, Loki was not to be believed.

"Can you please tell me where we're going?" Loki asked. The party had been sitting in silence until now.

"You know we can't tell you, Loki," Steve said.

"Oh, but you can. We're going to your Tower, are we not?"

"Yes, how'd you know?" Wanda said suspiciously.

With a smirk, Loki answered. "Witch to witch, you already know the answer. You do it to all of your so-called friends back at the Tower."

Wanda withdrew almost immediately. Loki had read Steve's mind. Back at the Tower, she had been doing the same thing. The only one who knew was Vision, who was sworn to secrecy. Maximoff was already on thin ice with Fury after Lagos and was anxious to stay in the Avengers. She had lost her parents, home, and brother and wanted to stay with them, who had become her new-found family. It was not in her best interests to reveal that she knew everything.

"As expected." Loki chuckled to himself. Steve was now perplexed. Wanting to change the subject, he just stopped talking. Now the car was back in silence.

After a while and more thought, Loki asked the question that had been burning in the back of his mind, "I thought I was to be placed on the Raft. Why am I being transferred?"

"Well, you're bound to find out one way or another," Steve muttered to himself. Loki heard and gave one silent acknowledgment. "Yesterday, the train that was taking you to the Raft was hijacked." This piqued Loki's interest as he was unaware of this conspiracy. "The hijacker's name is y/n y/l/n. She has been on international watchlists for the past one hundred years. It is our belief that she was trying to break you out. That's why we're transferring you. At the Tower, we will be better equipped to confine and protect you."

"And you're wondering if I have anything to do with her"

"Yes. Do you know who y/l/n is?"

"Of course not. In my short time in this despicable realm, I have only been able to acquire the most basic of knowledge. Y/l/n is not someone I am familiar with. Unless you would care to inform me."

"And have you creating an alliance with her? Absolutely not" Steve chuckled. Did Loki really think he was that stupid? You, the most wanted woman on Earth with the most dangerous man? Anyone could tell that would not end up well. Together you and he could take down entire governments with ease.

"I am only asking Rogers. I would not be able to 'take over the world' from my position," Loki said sarcastically. He had once again read Steve's mind.

But the most wanted woman on Earth... He thought- blocking Wanda from reading his thoughts; together, we COULD be unstoppable… Think of what we could do… But who is y/l/n… I would very much like to meet a woman with her reputation…

"y/l/n is an assassin much like Natasha Romanoff. You met her. Only she has stayed under the radar and influenced politics using deadly force." Wanda piped.

Yes!... I must meet her…

Angered at such information going to a criminal, Steve chided her. "Wanda!"

"What. As Loki said, he can't do much in chains."

"Or these restraints that you put on my magic. I mean, do you honestly think so little of me?"

"Yes," both avengers agreed. They did indeed think so little of Loki.

Just then, tires screeched, and the truck came to a stop. Without a moment's hesitation, one of the agents grabbed a sack and put it over Loki's head so he wouldn't be able to see. Two others grabbed each side of him while the rest opened the door. They shoved him off the truck and began marching him into the Tower and into the basement where the prison was located.

"Again. Is this necessary!" Loki shouted. He was not used to being treated so poorly. He was a former prince and a God, after all.

"Shut up," the captain ordered and jabbed Loki with a baton, "Keep moving!" he called. The posse disappeared into the elevator and out of sight from Steve and Wanda.

The two avengers stood in silence outside the truck. All of that had happened so quickly they didn't have time to process it until now. Fury hadn't told them that they would be the ones accompanying Loki down to his cell, but he didn't tell them that was going to happen either. Neither of them had ever seen a prisoner being handled that violently. Regardless, Steve and Wanda were used to Fury pulling stunts like that, so they shrugged it off. It wasn't their place, and Loki was being detained. That was all that mattered.

Wanda glanced at Steve, who ushered her to go ahead. They walked inside the Tower and to the elevator. Instead of following the agents down into the basement right away, the button they pushed in the elevator was marked 73. That floor contained offices for the Avengers and other agents employed by Tony Stark.

Inside the elevator, Steve simply said, "Well, that was interesting" to Wanda. She responded with an "Agreed" before they both went back into silence. The elevator doors dinged and opened to a walkway around a courtyard. The middle went all the way down to the lobby, and the top was the glass of the slanted side of the Tower. You could see hundreds of offices, conference rooms, labs, and lounges below from the edge. Also occupying Avenger's Tower was Stark Industries. The Avengers got the top 20 floors, and Stark Industries got the bottom 70. Wanda and Steve began walking down a hallway to one of Fury's offices.

"Before we go inside…." Wanda began with a mischievous grin, "...Did you go out with- what's that one girl- the other night? Asking for Nat, not me."

"Sure," Steve replied as he rolled his eyes, "and her name was Roxanne. Definitely pretty, but not for me."

"Why not. You should have someone. It's not fair that you're alone."

"I'm fine, Wanda. Honestly."

"No, you're not. I can see it in your eyes. You're lonely."

"Wanda! I'm fine! Let's just get Fury and go down to talk to Loki again. He's hiding something. And I want to know what."

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The Avenger's gym was located on the 85th floor. Although it was rarely empty, the only person in the room was Bucky. He had his headphones in, blasting music so loud that you could hear it next to him. The punching bag he was hitting rattled loudly before falling to the floor. Instead of being shocked, Bucky fell to his knees and pulled his torso into a ball.

"Hey there," a voice in the dark said.

Bucky made a lousy attempt at acknowledging. He just grunted. Stepping out of the shadows, Natasha walked over to him and squatted down to his level.

"Bucky, I know this is hard. It's hard for me too." She gave Bucky a quick hug and got up to walk away. She was halfway to the door when Bucky finally spoke.

"She was my partner for a little while." He was crying. "Only for a year or two. I don't know. But she was so sweet. Like a little ball of sunshine. I miss her."

"Let's find her then. Get her back."

"For Fury to stick her in a cage?"

"Me, you, and her have a lot in common. We're criminals. Fury can't take us all in. Some of us have to pay for our crimes."

"But not us?"

"Not us."

With that, Natasha walked out of the room. Bucky sunk back into his ball and rolled to his side. His black hair fell over his tear-stained face.

Soldier?Ready to comply.

Good. I have a new friend for you. This is y/l/n. She will be your partner on your next mission…

Capture the Georgian president…

It's a trap!!!!... Run…

Soldier? Yes? Why do you not have the target? Or the Shadow? I don't know…

Flashbacks of his time as the Winter Soldier flew in and out of his mind. Your name had triggered them, and he had no idea how to stop them. Even when he was only a shell of a person, he had loved you like a best friend. Then when you abandoned him in Georgia, he was heartbroken. You had been his only companion who cared for him. You had felt bad for him. To be a puppet for an organization, you had fought and almost died against.

If he ever finds out, he'll be heartbroken. To do all that he did for someone who he despises. It will kill him.

That's what you had thought about him. No one had told you who he was when you had arrived at HYDRA, but it didn't take much digging to find out. You were shocked when you did. Captain America's sidekick!? HYDRA's puppet?! Since you were unable to help him, you treated him with kindness and empathy.

HYDRA had asked for your help in controlling the Soviet Union's smaller governments back in the sixties, and you agreed. You had gone to several small countries like Latvia and Estonia to assassinate or kidnap government officials who HYDRA didn't like. You were with them for a year and a half before you were sent to Georgia and walked right into a trap. Instead of helping Bucky and finishing your mission, you escaped by yourself and ran away. Your own skin was worth more than one man. Even after having his mind wiped after his mission, he felt a presence was missing. When he didn't know it, he missed you. Now that Bucky had gotten his memories back, he missed you more than ever.

"Hey Buck," Steve whispered. Bucky hadn't noticed Steve come in. "Nat told me you weren't doing so good."

"I knew her. I miss her." Bucky croaked out.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah."

"Well, let's get her. Then you can see her again. Okay?"

"Sounds good."

"Let's go then. Loki's here, and Fury's talking to him. We need to come up with a plan if we're going to catch her." Steve kissed Bucky on the top of his head and stood up.

"Steve?"

"Yes?"

"When we get y/n, are we just going to put her in a prison cell? She doesn't deserve that."

"We'll see Buck. We'll see."

[mmimagine-40]

Her Family

Natasha x Neutral Gender! Reader

I'm in a bite of a writers block with Pup but in the mean time here is a small piece I wrote a while back about Nat but never posted it.

Warns: Death

“Do we know if she had family?”

Fury looked over files and photos of Agent Romanoff. He looked down looking over the letter. Hating to have to send it. He puts her badge with it and seals it in an envelope. Not taking his eye off of the pictures he handed the letter over to Maria. “There is a car waiting for you with the gsp already set up where to go. Don’t let anyone know where you're going.”, he says. Maria just nods and makes her way to the car. A couple hours later she pulled up to a little cottage deep into the woods. Maria gulped as she got out of the car and looked down at the letter. This was the last person she ever thought she would ever have to do this to. Taking a deep breath she knocks on the door to the house. A faint smile made its way on her face at the sounds of feet running around and the sounds of little giggles. But it shortly falls looking down at that letter. Maria’s head snaps up as the door opens. “Maria! Hi! What are you doing here?”, Y/n stands there smiling as their catch her breath. Maria looks at her trying to say something , anything. “I’m so sorry , y/n.”, Maria says looking up at her as she hands them the letter. Y/n’s face fell seeing it. They knew what it was , but prayed that they were wrong. “No. Please tell me this is a joke! That’s not what I think it is! Please!”, Y/n begged taking the letter. The look in Maria’s eyes proved what they feared was true. “I’m so sorry.”, Maria says before heading back to the car. Not able to stand the sight and see them broken. Y/n closes the door and leans against it , staring at the letter. Already feeling the tears rising up in her eyes. They slowly opened it. Choking out a sob as they sees Natashia’s badge for SHIELD. The first letter telling them the unfortunate fact that Nat , their Nat , died on duty. In the upcoming battle against thano’s. The next letter was what really made the tears come out even more. A letter Nat wrote to them.

Y/n,

This is the hardest thing I have ever done. I refused to write one before. Knowing I would always come back to you and our little one. But as we prepare for the upcoming war , I have a bad feeling and feel that I should finally write this. I hope to just tear it up after the war. But I can't help the feeling knowing something bad is coming and is going to happen. In that case I knew I needed to tell you some last things. Tell you I love you. I love you and Bella so so much. I will watch over you two , protecting you two. Please don’t let that little girl forget her Mama and what she did. That everything she did was for her to make the world better for her and her ( Partner name). For you my dear , please don’t forget that I loved you and you are the true hero. You gave me things I never thought I would have. You gave me a family. You helped me through my trauma. Helped when I was fighting trying to figure out who I really was. You stayed with me and loved me through everything. When I turned my back on Bucky, you made me realize how wrong I was and remember everything the three of us went through in the red room. And I can’t thank you enough. I love you so much. And I know I promised to come home and I broke that promise and I’m so sorry. Never forget that:

I love you

Natasha

The letter becomes blurry as tears fill her vision. Thinking over the years. Their time together. The red room, where they meet. Pictures and memories flow through their head. When nat escaped and got away. When Y/n was sent to find her. But Nat caught them and helped them break free from everything. Nat being their saving grace. Who helped them and slowly made them falling in love. The late night dates. Sneaking around. As they were both worried about Hydra getting wind of Y/n. Pulse with Nat now working with Shield and the upcoming group the avengers. Nat wanted to keep Y/n safe and hidden. More and more tears fall down Y/n’s face as they think over everything they have been through. Their wedding. Which was a courthouse wedding consisting of only Client and Lauran. The only people who knew of Y/n. Mainly cause Y/n and Lauren hung out a lot due to both of their partners being away so often. The best memory being the day their little bundle of joy came to them. Y/n remembers it viable. Mainly because Nat was scared to hold her. Scared to hurt her. But with Y/n’s help she got the hang of it and is - or was a wonderful mom. “(Mommy/Daddy/Another Name)?”, A small voice said. Y/n looked up to see Bella stand not far from them. Their bunny stuffy dangling from her grip next to her. Noticing their tears, Bella came running to them hugging them. “What’s wrong, ( )?”. Y/n couldn’t say anything as they put the letter and things to the side , hugging their daughter close to them. Bella looked at the badge her ( ) put down. Noticing her Mama’s face on it. “( ) when’s Mama coming home?”.

I'm sorry... I hope this is okay. When I normally write my stories I'm writing like it's me , mainly because these come from dreams and day dreaming. But I'm really trying to make them inclusive. Please don't be afraid to ask for more Neutral Gender or male reader or call me out on them. -MM

[sabinegrandescuella]

IMAGINE NATASHA SEEING YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME

You were now an Avenger. Tony was walking by your side, while showing you how everything works and meeting you with every Avengers. 

Nat was just exercising in a gym, but hen she saw you and both of you just clicked.

Tony:,, And this is Natasha Romanoff. Pretty, but can kill you with just her eyes.’’

Nat: |sarcastically, but smiles|,, Thanks, Tony. So... you are the new one. Welcome...’’

You:,, Y/N. Y/N Y/S. Nice to meet you.’’|smile|.

Nat:,, Okay Y/N. Show me what you can do.’’

You:,, I am actually a good fighter and I can transform into anyone.|transform into Natasha| see? |transform back|’’.

Nat:,, Impressive. Very.’’

Tony:,, Okay girls, I’ll leave you here alone.’’

He leaves, while waving at both of you.

Nat:,, I wanna see how good of a fighter are you.’’|walks into a boxing ring|

You: |walk right behind her|,, A- are you sure?’’

Nat:,, Yes.’’

You two fight for a few minutes until you end up under her on a floor. She smiles at you.

Nat:,, You’re not as bad as I thought. But still, I won.’’

You:,, This time I won’t take it offensively.’’

She laughs a little.

Nat:,, I can train you if you want..?’’

You: |smile at her|,, Sure.’’

Nat:,, Come on get up.’’

She helps you stand up. You two are standing so close to each other that you can feel each other's breaths on your lips. She smiles and looks into your eyes.

Nat:,, But first let’s get some drinks together. I wanna know more about you. You seem like an interesting person.’’

You smile and nod. 

[19mrs-barnes17]

Could I have a Marvel ship,please? She, bi, short, pale, dark, long hair,dyed tips.Love books, music, history, languages, writing, dancing, winter, animals. Not into science, math = worst, my grades are very good in general. Shy, quiet, not really self-confident. Not very talkative, but a good listener. Dark humour, sassy, I know what I want and how to achieve it, cunning (typical Slytherin). Team leader, but stays in the back while presenting. I appear to be cold/arrogant at first. Thank you :)

Of course! It was a toss up between her and Bucky but,

 I ship you with...

Natasha Romanoff

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You were the best thing that had ever happened to her and you didn’t even know it. You had no Idea how important you were to her but you knew that Nat was your everything. She absolutely relied on your ear when it got rough, too rough to keep it all bottled inside. But, her favorite thing was when you’d share things with her. Whether it be a new book you had just finished or showing her some incredible new song you had discovered, she was always excited when you took the lead. She was always the one talking. She would present the evidence you had uncovered while sat and watched her do her thing. The two of you were practically inseparable and she never minded how quiet you were, it was an awfully nice break from all the noise. Especially now, in the wake of the Accords.

“You know what?” You shook your head, eyes watching her curiously. “This is the perfect time for that trip we talked about.”

“Now?” She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips as she pulls a suitcase from under the bed.

“Oh yeah. Pack your bags, we’re going to Europe.”

She took you everywhere, country to country. On hundreds of dinners and to dozens of historical sites that left your mind boggled. But the thing you loved most, was the dancing. She was trained in ballet, of course, and you loved to watch her perform. Well, almost as much as she loved watching you. Together you were the best dancers in any club, and even better at passing through the continent without getting caught. Nat did most of the talking and most of the sneaking around, you were really just along for the ride.

Whatever had prompted this trip was eating at her and you needed to know why. But she was still apprehensive. You placed a hand on he bicep and told her how you were always there to listen and she began to relax.

“Whether that stack of papers works out, I wanted you to know that I would move heaven and Earth to keep you happy and safe. No matter what they do.” The more you stare into her gaze, the more you fall. She cups your cheek and pulls you in for a deep and gentle kiss that leaves you breathless.

“Ditto.”

~

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[weirdxfunny-colors-blog]

All I want for Christmas is you || Natasha Romanoff

Song: Mariah Carey - All I want for Christmas is you

Summary: Nat loves you, but doesn’t have a guts to ask you out. But then there’s the Stark’s Christmas Party.

Warnings: cuteness and bad writing (I just don’t know how to write Nat)

Pairing: Romanoff x fem! reader

A/N: I’m literally sweating, I’m so tired after work and it’s so hot, I just can’t.

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Natasha wanted to say she didn't feel anything to that fire girl. She wanted and she did, but Clint just smirked. Nat cursed under her breath and took a sip of her drink.

- I know you better than you think - he whispered playfully. Nat rolled her eyes. She almost had enough. If it wasn't for Clint and booze, she would be already in training room. She didn't want to be here now. Stark and Rhodey were already dancing on the table, Thor, Bucky and Steve were watching them and laughing, Banner sat with Dr Cho and talked with her, probably about some science. And there was [Y/N], sitting with Sam, Pietro, Wanda and Vision. They were playing Truth or Dare and Nat just wanted to punch Mr Falcon right in these perfect teeth, because he was just too friendly toward [Y/N].

- Leave it, Clint, really - she mumbled and turned her gaze from the [y/h/c] girl.

- I'm not saying it's bad, Nat, you know it - he said, now looking at his beer. - I'm happy that you found someone you really like, but if you're going to hide it, it will be painfull.

- I know it - she whispered and clenched her palm. - I just... I don't know. I just have that feeling that she's too precious for me. I mean, I was in the Red Room, I was killing people without hesitation. And I know she's a badass, I saw her on the field. It's just... She never killed anyone. She's here just because she's a mutant and can controll a fire...

For a second there was silence and then quiet snort, so Nat looked at Clint with raised eyebrows.

- Wow, sorry, I just... I didn't expect something like that. Sorry - he cleared his throat. - Okay, you got a point. You killed, she didn't. And?

Natasha raised her eyebrows once again.

- When I didn't have a guts to ask Laura out you told me that past doesn't matter and now you're saying something completely different. Besides, you didn't have that problem with Banner - Clint shrugged and took a sip of his beer.

- Yeah, because with Banner it was just a stupid crush - Nat hissed more to her drink than to her best friend.

- Okay, okay. I feel like you don't want to talk about it now - Barton sighed and turned around on the stool to face the rest of the team. - Do you want to join them? - he nodded toward the Thor and Steve. Bucky joined the Truth or Dare team, so Stark and Rhodey didn't have the biggest audience.

- Yeah, why not? - Nat sighed and hopped off the stool.

- So... What are we doing on Christmas this year? - Steve asked. Bucky looked at him, shrugged and got back to eating his cereal.

- Stark is already planning the party - Natasha mumbled, scrolling through the news.

- Did I hear 'party'? When, where and who's going to be there? - [Y/N] walked through the door, still in her pyjamas and still with bed hair. Nat looked up and tried her best not to smile at the sight, but failed miserably, so she just went back to reading news.

- Here, in tower. 25 December. We're going to be there. And a lot of other people too - Clint answered, drinking his 3rd cup of coffee already.

- Oh, nice. So in 2 days. Okay - [Y/N] mumbled to herself and opened the fridge. She stood there for a moment, but then she closed it. - I need to speak to Wanda. Maybe she has some nice dress - she muttered and almost run out of the kitchen. Natasha laughed quietly, but stopped when she noticed Clint's smirk.

- Guess who knows something very interesting! - Sam sang, when he walked into the living room. Now there was only him, Nat, Wanda, Vision and Bucky. Everyone looked up at Sam. - It's about [Y/N] - he wiggled his eyebrows and smiled at Natasha. - So, apparently, she's...

Suddenly someone's hand pressed against his lips. Red light surrounded him in the same moment that Vision appeared in front of Falcon.

- It's not nice to tell everyone someone's secret - Pietro said in sweet tone and let the Falcon go, but Wanda still had Sam surrounded with her magic. Bucky was almost killing him with his gaze.

- Okay, okay, sorry. I won’t say anything - Sam said, raising his hands. Wanda's magic disappeared, Vision got back to his seat, but Buck was still trying to kill Sam with one single glare. Falcon walked out of the living room, mumbling something about not having fun with these people.

Nat sighed looking at herself in the mirror. She knew she looked good, but in her head there was still the million what if's. What if her dress was too tight? What if it wasn't elegant enough for Christmas party? What if her makeup was too bold? What if the curls at the back of her head didn't look as good as she thought? What if the heels didn't actually match her dress? She groaned quietly and looked at the ceiling. When did she start to think like that?

- Jesus fucking Christ, what that girl is doing to me? - she whispered into blank space with small smile. She shook her head and turned toward the door.

When she got to the party, there was already a lot of people. Natasha looked around to see if anyone from her team was there. She didn't have problem with people or crowds. She was freaking Black Widow for God's sake. But now she didn't want to talk to women who just wanted to show off their bodies and judge everyone else or with men who would look at her boobs and probably try to drag her back to their room. So she looked around carefully and she almost got a heart attack when she saw [Y/N]. Her [y/e/c] eyes was almost sparkling, her brightly red lips stretched in wide smile as she listened to some man. She nodded at him and looked around discreetly. When she locked her eyes with Natasha's, she sent her the awkward 'help me' look. Nat nodded, put on her the best poker face and walked confidently toward [Y/N]. When she was close enough to hear their coversation, she almost attacked the man.

- But you're too pretty to be lesbian. I mean, you don't look like one. So, if you're saying that, because you want to disgust me, it's not working, beautiful...

And then he reached to [Y/N]'s face and tried to touch her cheek, but she took a step back. Natasha was already next to him. She walked past him and looked at [Y/N], looking for any sign of fear. When she didn't find any, she turned around to face the guy, partly hiding [Y/N] behind her.

- Why did you try to touch my friend? - she asked, looking straight into his eyes.

- Oh, I'm sorry. Have we met? I'm Connor Stevad - he smiled slightly.

- I don't care. I asked you a question, it'd be nice, if you answer - she said, still not breaking the eye contact. Her gaze was apparently too intence for the man, because he broke it after a few seconds. He mumbled something about his friend and walked away quickly.

- Geez, he was annoying - [Y/N] laughed slightly, when Nat turned around to look at her. Romanoff was serious for a few more seconds, but she couldn't not smile, when [Y/N] was looking at her like that, with that soft smile and that sparkling eyes.

- Yeah, that type of guys are the worst - she sighed, letting her guard down. She felt like she was drowning in [y/e/c] eyes, like she was melting just because of [Y/N]'s smile. And she felt like [Y/L/N] had control over Nat's mind. And she probably did.

- Oh, look. It's Sam. And Buck!

The moment ended and Nat was dragged back to reality. [Y/N] was already walking toward the boys, so Romanoff followed her, wanting it or not. She didn't really listen to anyone from that moment. So knew that she would flip, if Sam and [Y/N] start to flirt in front of her, so she excused herself and walked up to the bar.

Several hours later the party was still at its best. Nat finally sat next to other Avengers, between Banner and Clint. They were talking with some guests. Romanoff tried to talk with them too, but her eyes always tried to find [Y/N]. Damn, what that girl did to the coldhearted Black Widow? Natasha was asking herself that for about year now.

Now Romanoff was watching as [Y/N] and Sam danced and talked, clearly about something upsetting [y/h/c] girl. Suddenly Falcon looked at Nat, catching her staring. He smirked and said something to [Y/N], but she just shook her head. Sam stepped back and grabbed [Y/L/N], turned around and pushed toward the Nat, Bruce and Clint. And when they finally was next to the sofa, Sam looked at Nat.

- I want to talk with these gentelmen right here. Can you, please, accompany [Y/N/N]? - he said with his evil smirk. Romanoff cursed in her head, but smiled sweetly and nodded.

- Of course, Sam - she said, her voice almost dripping with sugar. She stood up and turned toward the girl. - Do you want to get a drink?

- Yeah, drink would be nice - [Y/N] said, her voice slightly higher than usual. She cleared her throat and put her hair behind her ear. Romanoff smiled and led her toward the bar.

- So, ladies and gentelmen! What's a Christmas party without the winter's best hits, right? - Stark said to the mic. Romanoff sighed and rolled her eyes. Tony was having a time of his life, just like on every party he attended. When 'All I want for Christmas is you' started to play, Nat felt a gentle grip on her wrist. She tensed instinctively, but relaxed when she saw it was [Y/N]'s hand. Romanoff looked at the girl concerned. [Y/N] was nervous for some reason, she couldn't look at her. Nat was already drowning in conclusion. Maybe she knew about Nat's feelings toward her? Maybe that was her secret? Maybe Sam tried to convince her that rejecting someone wasn't that bad?

- Um... Natasha, do you want to... Just, please, don't laugh. Do you want to dance with me?

Romanoff was completely shocked. Like, shocked wasn't enough to express her emotions right now.

- I mean, if you don't want to it's fine...

- No. I'd love to - Natasha cut the girl off with the most serious, yet gentle voice anyone ever heard. [Y/N] looked at her with surprise written all over her face. - I'd love to dance with you, [Y/N] - she smiled slightly and gently grabbed her hands. Romanoff placed [Y/L/N]'s palms on her shoulders. Natasha herself gently and slowly pulled [Y/N] closer, her hands on the small of the girls back. They started to sway to the music. It was awkward as hell.

Natasha cleared her throat and [Y/N] looked at her, waiting for whatever Romanoff wanted to say. 'Now or never' Nat thought to herself. She leaned closer, her lips just right next to [Y/N]'s ear.

- Do you want to go out with me sometimes? - Nat whispered, not daring to look straight at the girl.

- I'd love to.

Romanoff smiled widely and rested her forehead on [Y/N]'s shoulder. The girl pulled her closer and hugged her tightly. In that moment they both were the happiest girls in the room.

- Hey, man. Look - Sam whispered to Clint, pointing at Nat and [Y/N]. They were dancing, Romanoff leaned and said something to the girl. Suddenly she lit up like a Christmas tree, her smile wider than ever before.

- Finally - Barton sighed, rolling his eyes. He tried to look annoyed, but he was already texting his wife to told her literally everything.

[wrecklessimagine]

“It Doesn’t Matter. You’ve Moved On and I Have To Be Okay With That”

Natasha Romanoff

You swallowed hard when you swung open your door and saw her.

Her.

The woman you had fallen in love with.

18 months of begging her to come home more than she did, and she shows up the moment she hears that you’re seeing someone else.

Typical Natasha.  Possessive of things that are never hers to begin with.

“Hey, Y/N,” she says.

“Hi,” you breathe.

“Sweetheart!?” your fiance roars behind you, “Who is it?  Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine!” you yell back.

And that’s when Natasha saw it.

How your eyes lit up the moment you hear that voice wafting behind you.

“Um...can I...do you need-?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she interrupts as she squints her eyes and looks off to her side, “you’ve moved on, and I have to be ok with that.”

And, for the first time since you had known her, you didn’t argue with her.

And her heart broke as she turned and walked away from your doorstep.