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Drama Red

a/n: okay it's my first songfic, honestly it was cool and I plan to do a second but it's really hard to translate lyrics and try to keep some sense so sorry...

*not my GIF*

Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Summary: Natasha has only one question to ask you but before she thought about your life with her.

Type: Fluff

Warning: me being really bad for a first time like always

word count: 3298

Here is a link to the orignal song if you want (warning it's a french song)

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Natasha was sitting on your bed; she was looking at you while you finished your make-up. Today was Yelena's birthday, and Melina decided to do something special (just a party with the people she knows). A song was playing in the background, and she let herself get lost in her mind when she listened to the lyrics.

~~

To find the love now, it's the grail.

To find the love now, it's the grail.

A little bit of drama red on your lips

~~

"Hey Nat, did you hear me?" You asked, and she came out of her trance just to look at you.

"Excuse me. What did you say?" She asked shyly, and you smiled at her.

"Do you think this lipstick is good?" you asked again, and she nodded. Nat brought you this just two days prior because it reminded her of you. "Are you sure because I don't want to look bad in front of your mom?"

"Oh come on, you know she loves you, maybe even more than me." She joked, and you kissed her before grabbing your purse and your present for her sister and leaving the house.

In the car, Natasha was playing the same song, and while you drove, she was focused on two things: you and how this song reminded her of you two.

~~

We're not obligated to be enamoured to love each other.

The wedding is to please the motha.

The wedding is to please the motha.

The wedding is to please the motha.

But I'll even ask you if you want to marry me

~~

Your relationship was not always so beautiful. When you met her, it was when Fury asked you to team up with her and Clint a few months after she joined the SHIELD. Even if the idea of pairing you with another young, talented agent was rather good to him, you and Natasha didn't match at first. She didn't want to make new friends, and you weren't strong enough to deal with her stubbornness.

It was like that until one mission. This mission was simple: infiltrate a base, steal some information, and come back to the headquarters. See? Pretty simple. But something happened, and you had to fight—just you two against an army of dangerous men, all armed and ready to kill you.

"Oh, super plan Y/n; now I hope you're ready to die." the Russian said, and you rolled your eyes.

"How should I've known there were so many guys?" you asked, and she felt more angrier.

"Maybe because we're in enmity territorial, тупица (dumbass)." the redhead replied, visibly angry.

Oh, don't use the Russian card with me, Romanova."

"Don't call me like that."

"And don't call me dumbass."

"You understood?"

Oh, come on, I'm an agent; I need to speak a lot of languages." you replied, and suddenly you noticed something. "Do you hear this?" you asked, and she looked confused.

"I don't hear anything," she replied.

"That's the point." you said and stood up from your hiding spot to look around "Where are they?" you asked to no one in particular.

"Y/n!" Natasha called you, and you immediately looked at her. "Look." she instructed, and you followed her finger to find a timer.

"What's sons of the b*tches. They had a bomb." you said quitely, and Natasha giggled. It was definitely not the reaction she expected. "Okay, I'll call Fury. And you, try to find a way to escape." you said.

"You're not the boss of me." she replied, and you groaned.

"It's really not the time for this Romanoff!" you yelled, and she flinched a little. Sorry, but you need to hurry." you said, and she left. You took a moment to regroup and reorganize your mind. "Fury, we have a problem." you said through the communications.

"What is this agent Y/l/n?" he asked.

"There is a bomb, in front of me, ready to explode. I think I can stop it, but if I don't, I need you to come and bring back agent Romanoff." you announced and thought for a moment.

"I can send a group of men there, but agent Y/l/n, do me a favor." he said

"What?"

"Don't force me to inform your family that you didn't make it."

"Oh, come on, Fury, we both know you'll not have to do it." you replied, and he chuckled.

"Oh, so how much time?" he asked.

"Three minutes." you replied.

"It will be close, but they should be there in time. Good luck, Y/n." he said and ended the call.

Outside of the base, Natasha was anxious; she heard your conversation with Fury, and she couldn't stop thinking that maybe she should have stayed.

She wanted to come back for you when she heard the quinjet and an agent come out, and before he could say anything, the floor where she let you; explode. The two agents were both shocked, but fortunately for Fury, you found a way out of the chaos.

"What was that?" the agent said, and you didn't reply first to catch your breath.

"I didn't find a way to stop the bomb, so I did the most obvious thing." you said, and they both looked at you, expecting something more. "I made it explode a little earlier." you explained, and Natasha slammed your shoulder.

"You could have died." she said, and you could hear worry in her voice for the first time since you met her.

"You're welcome, agent Romanoff." You joked, and the agent rolled his eyes.

"Fury will not be happy." he said, and you made a weird face but didn't say anything. When you were back in the HQ, you couldn't stop yourself from tease Natasha, and to your own surprise, you earned the right to call her Natasha.

~~

The time repair but look around us how the people are drifting apart

I have to change of my watch, to change of world

Look around us how the people are wrong

~~

At her parent's house, you quickly made your way to the kitchen, where the star of the day was with her mom. "Happy Birthday, sister-in-law!" You greeted her, and she rolled her eyes. She really liked it when you called her that; she liked you, and honestly, you should already be her sister-in-law since a while if her sister was not so….Nat.

After you hugged the blonde, you walked immediately to Melina, who opened her arms wide for you. "How was the drive?" she asked.

"Pretty tiring, but we're finally here. You really should start to think about moving near us." you said, and she laughed

"Okay, I'll think about it for the next time, but right now, I think someone wants to see you." She pointed to the living room where Wanda was.You let out a little sigh and made your way into the room while Natasha stayed behind with the two women.

"Hey Wands, why this long face again?" You asked, sitting beside her, and she sighed.

"It's a vision," she confessed, and you rolled your eyes.

"Again?" you asked dramatically, and she let out a little chuckle. "What did he do this time?"

"Nothing." she replied, and you frowned your eyebrows.

"And where is the problem?" you asked, completely confused.

"I mean, maybe I was too harsh with him. Perhaps I should let him explain before I decide to end this." she said, and you nodded.

Vision and her recently broke up, and being the good friend you are, you tried your best to help her not regret what she did, but apparently it didn't work.

"You want to give him a second chance?" you asked, and even if you were furious with the fact that he made her cry, if she wanted to forgive him, who were you to say no?

~~

I need rational love; I need to learn how to trust the human race.

I need to be sure that I am the problem.

I need to be sure that you are the cure.

~~

"So?" Yelena asked, and her sister looked at her confused. "How's going with you and Y/n?"

"What do you mean?" The Natasha replied.

"Did you propose to her or not?" Melina said, and her eldest daughter sighed.

Oh, come on, we already talked about it. I don't know if we're ready?"

"What do you mean? You're dating since five years now. I think you're ready." Yelena said, and her mom nodded to agree.

"Okay. But maybe I'm not ready." The redhead announced.

"You fought aliens together, and you think you're not ready?" The blonde asked, but her sister didn't have time to reply before Thor came to greet the young widow. The redhead used this distraction to leave this conversation.

~~

I talk to her about me; she talks about us, 'bout us, 'bout us.

She's in love with the love, the love, the love, but...

~~

Natasha made her way to the living room where you were, and she heard you talk with Wanda and Kate, who joined you a few seconds prior.

"Wait, a cat?" The archer said, and you nodded.

"Yeah, Natasha said she wants a cat. So I thought we could adopt one together, but for now she doesn't know, so don't ruin my surprise." You warned Kate, and she nodded quietly.

~~

To find the love now, it's the grail.

To find the love now, it's the grail.

A little drama red on your lips

~~

Natasha didn't make her presence known for a moment. She just stayed here and looked at you while you talked and laughed with Kate and Wanda. Unfortunately for her, Melina came and stayed beside her.

~~

We're not obligated to be enamoured to love each other.

The wedding is to please the motha.

The wedding is to please the motha.

~~

"I know it looks like I want to control your life, but I think you really need to ask her." Melina said, and Natasha looked at her.

"What do you—" "Hey Nat, come here." The young archer exclaimed, and your girlfriend took a last look at her mom before she came and sat beside you.

The wedding is to please the motha.

But I'll even ask you if you want to marry me

~~

When she sat, you placed your hand on her tight and she placed her hand in yours. She really wanted it, but she had to wait for the right moment. At least that's what she said to herself.

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On all the streets of the city, we wandered.

Even if we don't marry, we will be happy.

You know I'm not the type to be engaged.

You know I'm more the type to be bored.

~~

Natasha was playing with your hand while you were talking, and she unconsciously focused her gaze on your fingers. She couldn't help but think about this day one week ago, when you were doing shopping. You spotted a jewelry shop, and you stopped in front of the window to look at the necklace and the earrings. Your girlfriend stopped next to you, and her gaze fell on a beautiful ring. 'It'll look good on you' she thought, and before she could make this comment aloud, you dragged her to another bookstore for the third time this afternoon.

The Russian looked at you in the store; you were trying to find a new book for her, and she started to think about her life before you started dating. She didn't imagine herself in a relationship for five years, but maybe it was because they weren't you.

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People who stay together for the life

Before they become lovers, they are friends.

We'll try to make one all night, but

We stay kids as long as our parents are alive

~~

"Where is Lucky?" Yelena asked, and this brought back her sister from her memories.

"He's with my mom. He had an appointment with the vet, and he was too tired to come." The brunette said the blonde nodded. "If Melina had called me earlier, I would have brought him."

"It's not my fault if you are not aware of everything." Melina said, and you chuckled.

"Oh come on Melina, you called me when I was sleeping; I almost won't be able to come." Wanda spoke dramatically, and you laughed.

Sorry, but you have bad timing, Melina." You said, and the older woman glared at you.

Oh, and what were you doing, you two?" She said pointing at you and Natasha, but neither of you replied. You blushed, and Wanda gasped.

It's totally gross." The sokovian said, and you chuckled. "And Nat, you really replied?" She asked, and your girlfriend blushed.

"Of course, I replied. She's my mom, and she could be scary when you don't reply to her calls." The Russian defends herself.

"But you were..." The witch spoke, and Yelena seemed to finally notice what you were talking about.

"Okay, can we not talk about my sister's sex life for my birthday, please?" The blonde asked, but it was more of an order. Kate fake gagged, and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh come on, stop acting like you just discovered that." You said.

"Y/n stop!" The two sisters said, and you laughed.

~~

I talk to her about me; she talks about us, about us, about us.

She's in love with the love, the love, the love, but...

~~

"Is it true that you want to move on?" Kate asked, and you frowned at your eyebrows.

"How do you know that?" You asked her.

"Clint told me." She replied and shrugged her shoulders.

"And it's true." Natasha said. "I want a big house. I mean, I love our house now, but I need a new training room." She explained.

"And we also need a porch, for our home date." You added, and your girlfriend chuckled. You were definitely the more romantic, but it's okay because you loved it.

~~

To find the love now, it's the grail.

To find the love now, it's the grail.

A little drama red on your lips

We're not obligated to be enamoured to love each other.

~~

After a little more talk, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. When you left, all eyes were now on the redheaded Russian. She was totally oblivious because her own attention was focused on the wine glass on the table; there was a lipstick mark on it, your lipstick mark.

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The wedding is to please the motha.

The wedding is to please the motha.

~~

You came back but immediately excused yourself again, but to the kitchen now. And this time Melina cleared her throat, and her daughter looked at her.

"I think it's the best time now." Melina said, and Wanda and Kate looked at Natasha, confused.

Wait, you didn't propose to her yet?" The young brunette said, and Natasha sighed.

"But why?" The sokovian asked this time.

"Apparently she's not ready." The blonde Russian said.

"What do you mean you're not ready?" Wanda asked, visibly shocked. I've known you for a while now, and I think everybody here can confirm that nobody made you happier than her. So what is the problem?"

"But if she doesn't want?" Natasha asked, and Kate groaned.

"Oh come on, Nat, she called Yelena her sister-in-law, she only has an eye for you, and every time we talk about weddings, she's the most implied." The archer said.

"She has like, twenty wedding dresses in her gallery picture." Wanda said.

"And she even did the guess list." Yelena added, and her sister was shocked.

"Hear. She's totally ready and she wait you." Melina said. "You fought aliens and Nazis and took down one of the worst HQs in the world together. So why you should not be ready? You know everything about each other, and you love each other, despite the fact that you always act like an old married couple. So what's your point?"

Natasha processed all she heard and took a deep breath before standing up. "If she says no, I'll be desperate." She said before storming to the kitchen.

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The wedding is to please the motha.

But I'll even ask you if you want to marry me.

~~

"Hey babe, sorry I was about to come, but Lila sent me a video of this cat." You said when you saw Nat enter the kitchen. She stopped beside you, and you showed her the video.

"He's so cute." She cooed, and you smiled.

"Did you see that?" You looked at her, and she was nervous. Girlfriend instinct, you made her sit on the nearest chair and took her hands for a little reassurance. "What's going on?" You asked.

"I have something to ask you." She spoke, and you nodded. Okay, don't laugh. I didn't prepare anything." She warned you, and you nodded again. "Okay Y/n. I wanted to wait for the right time, but I found that there was really no wrong time; I was just afraid. We've been together for a long time now; you were with me during the attack on New York; you were here when we fought Hydra; we ran away together after the accords; and you helped me destroy the red room." She paused to take a breath. "I know I was not ready until now, and the girls said that I didn't really have to be scared or anything. I'm sure you already chose the dress, and apparently you even did the guess list. You're very precious to me, and what I could do without you..." She was rambling, but you stopped her.

Wait, who told you about the guess list?" You asked.

"Yelena. But this is not the time now." She spoke, and you nodded. "So today I was like, 'no, Nat, she would never want to spend all her life with you, like, why?' but after I talked with the girls, they were like, Wait, you're totally dumb to think that she doesn't want it' and I was like, 'Really?', and they were like 'its obvious she want' and here we are now." She took a deep breath. Man, I'm really nervous." She said, and you chuckled.

"Sooo?" you asked.

Yeah, I want to ask you, do you want to marry me?" She asked, and she didn't let you have the chance to reply before she was rambling again. "Wait, you're not obligated or anything. It's not because we spent five years together that's mean you want to spend more. It's just you always so–"

You kissed her to stop her, and when you pulled away, she was confused. Yes, Natasha, I want to marry you." You said, and she started to cry.

"You want to? Even though I'm definitely not the best–"

You kissed her again. "Yes, I want to marry you. And don't worry, I really think you're the best choice for me." You said, and she smiled. "Usually it should be the one who's been proposed who should cry." You joked, and she chuckled.

"I was nervous" she admitted, and you kissed her forehead.

"And how are you now?" You asked.

"Relive and happy." She said, and you smiled.

"I can't wait to call you my wife." You said, and she grinned. You wanted to say something else, but some footsteps stopped you. When you both looked in the direction of the sounds, you found the women there, visibly waiting for something.

"She said yes!!" Natasha yelled, and you laughed. The women face were now bright with a wide smile.

"It's the best present you could get me." Yelena said, and you hugged her.

"You're such a drama queen, sister-in-law." You replied, and you rolled your eyes.

Yes, that's it. Natasha watched you talk with her sister, and honestly, she was more than happy to finally asked you the question. You're totally hers now, and she's totally yours.

van, this physically broke my heart what the hell.

I love love how the main focus of this are the gentle touches for nat 🥹 she deserves everything. and AUGH the way you wrote the ending is so... special. like I was hoping for her to come back in the real world, but I wasn't expecting THAT. you left me sobbing and speechless

I'm gonna go curl up on the couch and cry even more now :')

everyone read this masterpiece right now

Your Touch is My Shelter

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: 6 months later, Natasha returns from the dead. It's a tightly kept secret as it's unknown how she returned, but everyone claws and fights about who will keep watch over her like savages. You're far down the list of people who should protect her, but you find yourself unable to leave her be.

Warnings/Tags: hurt/comfort. undisclosed trauma. physical and mental signs of trauma. angst. somber assisted bath time. sad hair braiding. emphasis on hurt AND comfort.

Note: This takes place after endgame :-) the dates might be inaccurate idk i did my best 🥲 ha-ha enjoy 👁️👁️

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You heard the news through Bruce. 

Well, it was through Bruce telling Pepper, and you just happened to be at the coffee machine getting shitty coffee. The quality drastically dropped since Tony was gone, and you've been putting off telling Pepper she needed to literally buy anything else. 

You didn't really know how long was the appropriate time for someone to grieve before you could ask if they could buy another brand of coffee.

Tony was gone. 

A part of you thinks you keep putting off telling Pepper because then you'd have to face—really face—he was gone. 

Steve was gone. 

What did it matter, really, in the grand scheme of things? Coffee was just coffee, and it'd probably taste fine if you just put a shitload of sugar and creamer in it. 

Vision was gone. 

Honestly, you only really noticed because it was the same brand as whatever was stocked up at the Avengers Compound. 

Natasha was gone. 

But perhaps the coffee always tasted bad at the Compound and it had nothing to do with Tony being gone. Natasha used to bring coffee into the office most days for people, and Clint filled in the other days. 

Maybe Tony Stark just liked shitty coffee, and you were only now just noticing it. 

Natasha was back. 

Your hand faltered at the coffee machine, spilling a little of it on your hand, and the burn stung immediately.

"Are you okay?" Bruce asked as he noticed you inhale a sharp breath.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You smiled awkwardly at him before looking at Pepper. "Morgan's fine. She just has the flu and her fever's gone down. Make sure she gets plenty of rest and fluids. I'm going to set up a humidifier for her and help her settle into bed with a movie and wait for her to fall asleep before I head out."

Pepper let out a heavy breath, putting her hand over her chest in relief. "Oh, perfect. Thank you so much for coming suddenly. I just—Morgan doesn't really like going to the hospital, and suddenly she started throwing up and having a fever—"

"It's fine, Pepper," you waved off her ramblings after you wiped what you spilled on the counter. "You can always call me if you need me."

"Seriously, I think I might just employ you full-time as a live-in doctor if you say that," Pepper joked, and you laughed. 

"I am already your live-in doctor, just for one of your research labs. instead."

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You don't think about Natasha—at least, you try not to. 

You heard things here and there about it through Pepper. Apparently, she's being held in a government facility similar to The Raft, detained like some criminal they needed to study instead of the war hero who sacrificed everything to save the world. 

It made you sick to your stomach. 

But you hear that Clint, Bruce, and Nick Fury have been fighting to get custody of her, so you don't think about it. There were people who knew Natasha far better than you did and were way closer to her than you were. 

She was in good hands. 

So, you continue on with your daily routine to pass your monotonous days, unaware you're waiting for some kind of update.

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The next time you heard about Natasha Romanoff, it was Clint and Bruce cornering you at your lab.

"What?" You panicked, tensing up. "Why me?"

"You're the only person Natasha ever sought out to treat her," Clint answered, and you felt even more lost at the fact he knew. "Natasha allows medical professionals onsite to help her, but there were times she left to go see you. That has to mean something."

But, of course, he knew. He was Natasha's...best friend. And Clint was an incredibly nosy person, even if Natasha didn't tell him. 

"I've only treated her a handful of times—literally only five times. I don't know her that well," you shook your head, trying to walk around them. "I didn't even know she had a sister until you told me."

"Please," Clint begged. "I'm fighting to get her out, and the doctors they have looking after her are shady and callous with her. I can only visit her with Nick's influence, but it's not enough to get her out of there."

"And what do you suppose I can do?"

"You're a renowned cellular biologist," Bruce cut in. "If they're holding her for research, we want someone on our side who will at least treat her like a human being. The faster we get answers, the faster we can get her out."

"Please," Clint begged again. "Natasha needs help. She's...different. And it's only going to get worse if she remains in there. She's not talking, and they won't let her go until they can find some answers."

It felt wrong. 

You don't want to study Natasha Romanoff like an animal. Despite being a scientist with an inquisitive mind, you don't care about how she returned.

But it sounded like Natasha would be researched whether you liked it or not. And if that was the case, you do wonder how the other doctors may be treating her.

"Fine, we're going first thing in the morning," you gritted out, unable to block out the handful of memories of times you've treated her.

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June 2012

"Oo, that looks painful," you hissed in sympathy as a redhead with a busted lip and nasty gash on her temple entered the med bay.

There was a snort that sounded like a half-grunt. "It looks worse than it feels. I hope I'm not intruding, but Tony said I should see you to be treated."

"Natasha, right?" You asked slowly, gesturing to a seat for her to take as you grabbed some medical supplies. 

"Yes," Natasha replied, equally slow with caution.

"Tony talks about you a lot," you tried to reassure her of whatever paranoia she might have. It probably didn't help that Natasha was still in her catsuit and probably would've preferred to be called by her alias.

"Well, don't believe everything he says," Natasha gives a light but somewhat tight smile. 

"Oh, so you aren't a unique woman with high intellect, sneaky, and rightfully smug?" You teased, and it was flattering that you could make a superhero laugh. 

You began treating Natasha's wound carefully. 

"You're pretty good at this, doc," Natasha commented as you blew on her brow, even if it didn't sting. "You're pretty gentle. Must be why Tony says you're his personal doctor."

You chuckled. "I'm actually a cellular biologist. Tony is funding my research and pretty much my lifestyle. With the money he's paying me, he can come crying about his boo-boos anytime. Although, he doesn't really come to me for serious stuff. It's usually if he has something ridiculous like a papercut."

"But you can treat wounds and other medical things?" 

"I was on my way to becoming a medical doctor before I decided to go into research instead."

"Huh," Natasha hummed, raising her brow at you. "Smart cookie."

"I'd like to think so," you finished cleaning Natasha's wound and putting a bandaid over it. "Feel free to come see me if you need any other basic medical aid. For a pretty redhead, it's free of charge."

"And if I come back blonde?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," you smiled, and Natasha smirked back at you.

"Smart and funny. Tony has it too good."

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April 2014

"This is the worst bandage job I've ever seen. Who did you go to see for this? A grocery clerk?"

Natasha grunted. "Hi, to you too, doc."

You looked at Natasha, noticing how different her hair is now. But it's been about two years since you have seen her. Despite your offer for her to come to you anytime she needed help, she never did. Or she rarely did, you supposed. 

You could only deduce that Natasha was used to caring for her wounds on her own. That, or she didn't trust you. 

"Alright, let's go to my office," you sighed. 

"Am I interrupting?"

"Not really, kind of hit a brick wall."

"Oh, me too."

You looked over at Natasha, who had a straight face, but you noticed the bruise on her temple outside the obvious gun wound on her shoulder.

You pursed your lips. "Will you hate me if I laugh?"

"Not at all. On the contrary, I may like you less if you don't."

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June 2015

"You know, when I told you that you could come for me for basic medical aid, I feel like you didn't understand the meaning of basic."

"Is this too complicated for you?"

"No."

"Then am I unwelcomed?"

You pursed your lips at the redhead, who stared at you with a tiny upward quirk on her lip. "No," you sighed. "Just not sure why you'd want to see me for such serious wounds. There are other more experienced doctors."

You lift Natasha's shirt up, looking at the long gash on the side of her stomach. "We're gonna need to stitch this up. I've been doing research with Dr. Cho, and we have a new machine that can help with cell tissue generation. It would be faster than me manually stitching—"

"It's fine," Natasha declined. "I'd prefer if you manually did it."

You frown lightly at the fact but relent to the redhead's wishes. Another year passes, and Natasha's hair has changed again. 

You worked silently on cleaning Natasha's wound, and she also declined the anesthetic. You focus on stitching up the wound with precision and care.

"I like to go to you for some things because your touch is gentle," Natasha said quietly, but it felt so loud in the silent room. "It makes me feel human when I can feel your touch."

You looked over at her face briefly, but Natasha wasn't looking at you. You don't take any deeper meaning into it. She's someone who's probably felt dehumanized most of her life. The machines that can heal her twice as fast would be fine for life-threatening injuries, but it probably all feels clinical. 

You looked back down at the stitch. "Well, as long as you're a redhead, it's free of charge."

"Don't kid yourself, I would look perfect blonde."

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that."

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September 2016

"What are you doing here?" You hissed as you pulled Natasha in quickly, peering outside before shutting the door. 

"Why? Am I unwelcomed now?" Natasha's tone sounded a little hurt, and you scan her body. She didn't seem to be bleeding anywhere that required immediate attention, but you did notice crusted blood at the edge of her nostrils. 

"No, but you could get caught here," you shook your head at her. "They're looking for you and the rest of team cap everywhere."

Natasha shrugged. "I highly doubt Tony has your place under surveillance. We don't meet enough for anyone to consider looking for me through you."

You sighed, not sure what to feel about the statement. "I suppose. I don't work for Tony anymore, anyway."

Natasha's brows furrowed.

"Why?"

"I don't agree with what he's doing."

"So you're on Steve's side?"

"No, I think Steve was obstinate too. They're both stupid. Men are stupid."

Natasha laughed before wincing as she held her nose.

"What happened?" You brought her over to your couch before finding your first aid kit.

"I broke my nose," Natasha shrugged. "Can you believe breaking my nose saved millions of girls?"

"With you? Yes." You smirked as you tilted her head to look at the injury closer. "Lucky you. Looks like you don't need surgery. Do you always come here immediately after you save the world?"

"Yep."

"Couldn't even clean your nose before you did?"

"And deprive you of giving me care? I wouldn't dare."

You snorted, carefully cleaning the blood in and around her nose. It was silent again before Natasha spoke up.

"So, what happened with your research stuff now that Tony's not sponsoring your work?"

"Pepper is funding it, even though she knows I won't share anything with Stark Industries at the moment. She doesn't want me to sell my research or provide any data to other companies."

"Smart cookie."

"And a really hot blonde."

"This feels targeted. It's like you know I might dye my hair blonde soon."

"You're still a redhead; I have no idea what you mean. I like your hair, though. Braids look good on you."

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June 2018

Natasha showed up at your front step, holding her rib. There's a look of genuine relief at seeing you.

"You're still here," her voice sounds empty and hollow. "You're still here."

You pulled her inside gently. You're still in shock yourself. You were on a walk when people started disappearing left and right. The sheer panic on the streets was chaos as you were dialing Pepper frantically, almost crying when she picked up the phone. Then there were actual tears when you called other people in your life, and half of them didn't pick up...and they weren't going to. 

"I'm here," you swallowed. "What happened to your rib?"

"I don't know." Natasha looked so lost. There was the look of failure and self-blame all over her face. 

"Does it hurt?"

"I don't know."

You grasp her wrist, carefully moving her hand away from her rib before gently putting your fingertips against them. Your fingers trail up, down, and around. 

Suddenly, Natasha broke into tears. 

"Does it hurt?" You asked, panicked.

"You're still here," was all Natasha choked through her tears.

You didn't know what to do other than treat her wounds more gently than ever before while reassuring her you hadn't disappeared. You were one of the many people on this planet still here. And when she was better, she'd get the rest of them back. 

It was a long and exhausting night, and Natasha fell asleep in your bed, and you made sure she was comfortable before leaving to sleep on the couch.

Natasha's hair has changed again.

"You look good blonde."

That was the last time you saw her. 

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Natasha's hair has changed again. She's gone back to being a redhead with blonde tips. Her hair was a mess, barely brushed, and looked knotted. 

The room was big and had padded walls, a singular bed in one corner, and a toilet and sink in another. There were lights in parts of the cell but also areas of darkness. It looked like a fucking prison cell. 

You were looking through an unbreakable glass window, the middle holding up a microphone you assumed was linked to the speaker in the room.

Natasha stood in the middle of the room under the light in a hospital gown falling off her shoulder. Her hands were covered in scars, and her lips were so chapped, you were sure they'd split even if Natasha breathed the wrong way. 

Natasha was only a few feet away from you, but it felt like she was a million miles away.

They let you see her alone under the guise of privacy as you saw her.

You felt you weren't supposed to see this—see her like this. 

A sense of dread filled you at the blank expression on Natasha's face at what she'd gone through—what she was still going through. 

She was a hero, and this was how they were treating her? This was someone who had fought wars repeatedly for this stupid country and the rest of the world, and they had her locked up like a mental ward patient from the 1600s.

You thought the government had gotten better. There were reforms and peace after people came back from the snap. This wasn't how they were supposed to treat someone who'd given up their life to ensure everyone got theirs. 

It shouldn't matter that she came back; she had still given it up in the first place for them. 

Natasha didn't even seem to recognize you through the glass as you stepped closer to the microphone. She looked past you as if she could tell the exit was somewhere behind you. 

"Natasha?" You said into the mic, and it bellowed into the room.

Nothing. 

"Nat?" 

Natasha's eyes were listless. She was a broken, empty shell that seemed more like an animated corpse than actually being alive.

You swallowed, trying one more time. "You're still a redhead. Looks like it's still free of charge."

Natasha's eyes flickered this time, her head tilts towards you as she blinked with focus. It was just a spark, but it was something, and relief spreads through you. 

"Not completely." You could barely hear her voice, but it was coarse. Cold.

There should've been a joke about some kind of discount, but Natasha didn't make it. You were speechless.

You didn't know what to say. Don't worry, you're trapped in here, but I'm going to help with the research, and hopefully, we'll get you out soon?

It was like prolonging a death sentence. You were horrified.

"Just—wait for me," the words flew out of your mouth so fast but you meant them with every ounce of your being. "You're gonna go home with me today."

Natasha's eyes sparked at the words but just as quick as you saw it, they died out, falling back into listlessness. She turned, stepping into a darkened corner away from your view and prying eyes of the cameras as she said, "No, I'm not."

You realized she's probably spent weeks watching Clint, Bruce, and Fury try to get her out unsuccessfully.

The resignation made something lurch in your throat and eyes sting with desperation and rage. 

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"So, we can send you a contract—"

"You're going to release her to my custody," you cut off some government official. He was old, wearing some kind of toupee that was slicked back to hide his balding head. 

He looked at you in disbelief, almost laughing like you were some stupid, naive young girl. 

He looks at Clint and Bruce, who are also just looking at you in shock.

"As I've told your friends and Nick Fury, this is out of their hands. The Accords are still intact as of right now, therefore—"

"I don't care about the Accords. You will release her into my care. I'm more than qualified and I have the resources to find the inane answers you're looking for while rehabilitating Agent Romanoff," you cut him off again, able to tell that it was irking him. 

"That won't be necessary as you can see we have the resources here," the government official raised his brow at you.

"Your resources can't compete with Stark's resources."

It was no secret that Tony had left a very sizable fortune to you in his will, outside of everything he gave to Pepper and Morgan. And it was also no secret how close you were with the surviving Starks. 

"Doctor," the government official sighed, obviously making it sound like you were a nuisance. "If you're not here to join our research team, I suggest you go on your way and remember the NDA you signed."

You glared at him even more. "I'm not leaving without Agent Romanoff. You will hand her over to me, or you will regret it."

"And exactly how will I regret it?" The government official looked smug, and you smirked back at him.

"I'm still in talks with the government regarding my research, and I will pull out and sell that information outside of this country as I'm free to do so. I know Dr. Cho is in talks between the US and South Korea about her nano-technology. One word from me, and America can fall behind on those advancements as well." You pulled out your cell phone in a threatening manner. "Pepper and I will pull out all of our money from the very same banks and company investments that you're supporting and make you watch as they collapse one after another."

"You'd ruin our entire economy—our country by doing so!" The official was red in the face. "You'd put your entire country into chaos?" He sneered at you.

"I will if you don't give me Agent Romanoff!" You sneered back at him. "It's not like you won't eventually get your research and answers if she's in my custody. It works in both our favor."

The official is staring at you, glaring and seething.

"I imagine your colleagues and superiors will pin the blame on you if this entire economy and country goes into ruin because if I have to do that, I will say that it's the government's fault. The NDA said I can't specifically talk about Natasha and this place, which I won't. But I'm sure some journalist will discover the truth and plaster all over the news what you're doing to a war hero," your voice was so vindictive; you're not sure if you've ever been so cold before. 

"So," your voice was flat, devoid of emotion now. "What will it be?"

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It was agreed that Natasha would stay in a cabin that Pepper owned out in the countryside. You were to provide monthly updates on your research and rehabilitation progress. And while this was in headway, neither you nor Natasha was free to leave the country or this planet. 

Clint initially wanted you and Natasha to stay with him and his family, but you declined. You pointed out that it would be hard for him and his family—his children, especially—to see Natasha like this. 

Pepper had everything prepared while you gingerly collected Natasha.

"We're going home, Natasha," you said softly, shrugging off your jacket to wrap around her shoulders. But Natasha still didn't react, even if she let you take her hand and drag her out of the facility. 

During the car ride, you mentally planned what you needed to do. Natasha needed to eat, take a bath, and rest. 

"Have you eaten yet?" You asked the redhead, sitting stoically in the car, straight as a rod. 

There was no answer. Natasha was peering out the windshield, her hands perfectly on both thighs. Clint looked worried as he looked at you.

"Natasha?" You gently placed her hand over hers. You could feel the bumps of the white scars over her hand. A part of you is too frightened to ask where she got these from. 

Natasha looked down at your hand over hers before looking at you. Her eyes were so empty. Such a dull green like dying grass.

"Did you eat?" 

Natasha nodded once before looking back outside the windshield. 

You looked at Clint, trying to give him a reassuring smile, but deep down, you were afraid you had no idea what the fuck you were doing. 

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"Pepper says you've been here before, but let me know if you need help finding anything," you brought her into the house where Natasha just stood, looking at nothing in particular. 

"Um," you took a shaky breath. "How about a bath? I'm sure it'll be good to get the grime and stale air off of you." 

Natasha didn't move on her own, so you began to lead her up the stairs to the bathroom. 

It was a detached tub near the high window to get plenty of sunlight without anyone being able to peer in. 

"I'll just get this started for you," you offered. Turning on the tap and pouring in a liquid that formed into bubbles. "Just make sure to check the temperature and adjust. Pepper says that sometimes that faucet can be a little finicky."

You turned to Natasha, who stood there, staring at the wall. She was unmoving, making no gesture if she was waiting for you to get out or to start undressing.

"Do you, um, need help?" You asked, but there was no answer. 

Maybe it would wake her up a little once she was in the water. 

"I'm—" you took a long breath in. "I'm gonna help you undress and get into the tub. If you get uncomfortable at any point, let me know and I can stop or do something else."

It wasn't like you've never seen a naked body before. You've seen plenty both in your sex life and field of work. You've even seen parts of Natasha's body when you've treated her. You just never thought you'd see Natasha fully naked. 

You slid your jacket off her shoulders, letting out a puff of breath. You looked past her as you undid the string of her hospital gown. You looked up when you slid down her underwear before guiding her towards the tub. Your gentle guiding seemed to spark Natasha into mechanically climbing into it herself the rest of the way. 

"Okay, cool. Um," you stuttered. "I'm sure you've been through a lot. Once you're done, we can get you into bed and if you're hungry later, I can make you something."

You were getting used to the lack of answers, but it didn't make your stomach drop any less. "Just let me know if you need anything."

You don't wait for a response this time, leaving without shutting the door fully. Down the hall, you leaned against the wall, swallowing harshly. 

It feels like you brought a lifeless shell home. A part of you wonders if Natasha really did return or if this was just some lifeless doll. 

You didn't want to think about it anymore, so you pushed yourself off the wall and into a bedroom with a suitcase and unzipped it open to grab some clothes.

When you were heading back, you heard the water still running and frowned. 

"Natasha?" You called as you opened the door. The tub was overfilling, and you rushed to turn off the faucet, trying to not slip.

Natasha was sitting how you left her, staring ahead at the running water but not really looking at it.

You sighed, relieved that the bathroom floor was designed with wood and curved so that any water would naturally run towards a drain in the floor. 

You go to check the temperature of the water and find that while it was initially fine when you turned it on, Natasha hadn't attempted to adjust it, and the finicky faucet ran nearly scalding water. 

"Jesus, Natasha, you're going to hurt yourself," you yelped. You braced through it and stuck your hand in to drain the tub halfway.

You inwardly sighed, knowing you would have to help Natasha through the entire process. You began to refill the tub, monitoring the temperature and shut it off when it was filled adequately. 

"I'm going to help wash you if that's okay," you muttered. "Just let me know if you prefer to do it yourself at any point."

You grabbed a nearby stool and sat on it before grabbing the loofa. You began with Natasha's shoulders and arms, trying to wash parts of her that were easy to access.

Natasha tensed as you washed her, so you tried to be more slow and careful. 

"It's just me," you said softly, trying to reassure the redhead. "I've always taken care of you."

Natasha said nothing, but her shoulders relaxed slightly as you continued. There wasn't much dirt on her, but the stale air that was surrounding her began to fade away. 

Her knees were propped up, folded to her chest, and you washed down her thighs and legs, trying to not think of anything too much as you did it. You tried not to think about the scars on her hands and feet. 

Readjusting your stool, you went to sit behind her. You used a cup to wet Natasha's hair, trying to detangle some of it gently first. It was then you discovered a shaven spot in the back of her head, where there was a large scar. You realized that was where Natasha's head hit the ground when she—

You swallowed, trying to suppress the anger that they shaved her head to get a look at something so private. 

You squeezed a considerable amount of shampoo in your hands and gently rubbed it into her scalp. Natasha tensed at first before your fingers massaging her scalp made her relax, her body leaning back against the tub and her head into your hands. 

It was quiet as you did this. You shampooed her hair twice before slathering it up in conditioner and finally getting out the rest of the knots. You drained the tub, grabbing the shower head to rinse her down once more before you grabbed a towel and helped her out. 

You helped put a bathrobe around her to help dry her as you didn't think you had the gall to fully dry every part of her by hand. Grabbing her clothes, you led her to her bedroom, setting her down on the bed. 

Natasha sat silently as you towel-dried her hair with gentle hands. Her eyes fell closed as you began to blow dry it. Your soft fingers tousling her hair. 

So delicate. 

When it was dry, you set the blow dryer aside. 

"Hm, your hair is pretty sensitive and might be for the next week. It might be better to braid it so it doesn't tangle and break when you're sleeping," you commented, mostly to yourself. 

You took sections of her hair, delicately beginning to put her hair into a french braid. 

"You've always had beautiful hair, red or blonde," you complimented Natasha as you finished. You moved to sit in front of her to check if you did okay from the front. There wasn't a response, but Natasha opened her eyes. They focused on you, looking at you as they traced over the features of your face. She was studying you apprehensively. 

Natasha lifted a hand, slowly reaching up as her fingers brushed the side of your face. It felt bumpy from the scars, but it made the back of your throat burn. 

"Am I really here?" Natasha mumbled as she then traced your cheek before your lips. "Am I really here with you?"

Your eyes were burning now. You couldn't even answer right away because you were afraid your lips would start trembling. 

You lifted your hand, hesitating at first, before you held her hand against your face. "Yeah, you're really here."

The edges of Natasha's eyes began to brim with tears. 

"When I jumped, I didn't die right away," Natasha whispered. "There was a feeling that something bad was going to happen. It didn't get me yet, but it was going to."

You couldn't help the tears that began to fall over the edge of your eyes when they overfilled. 

"Something bad happened to me," Natasha's lip trembled. "It's still happening to me."

You gripped her hand tighter unintentionally, but it was like it grounded Natasha. 

"I was scared," Natasha admitted. "I was scared that even if you came to me, it wouldn't go away."

Then, Natasha grabbed your hand and placed it against her cheek. It was still warm from the bath and blow dryer. 

"But I can feel your touch," Natasha sighed like it was a relief. "It's gentle and I feel human. I'm scared I'm not really here."

"You are."

Your throat felt clogged with raw emotions, and you didn't know what to do with it. You've only seen Natasha a handful of times, and maybe it's because the more you do, the more emotionally charged you both feel. 

"You're really here," you told Natasha, using your thumb to caress her cheek. You didn't know what else to say. 

All you can do is offer her shelter under your touch.

Washing the Dishes

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Natasha Romanoff can do just about anything, but she’s never washed dishes. You offer to help her and feelings come to light

Note: Soft Nat, woo! I was washing the dishes tonight and came up with this one. I hope you enjoy it!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

Natasha is always willing to help the team do chores around the compound. Usually she cleans the floors or does laundry, but today she offered to wash the dishes after dinner.

You watch Natasha from the table where you’re finishing up eating dinner.

“Do you need help, Nat?” You ask Natasha. She grips the counter and sighs.

“Where is the thingy that blocks the water?” She asks. You try not to laugh, realizing that she really doesn’t know what it’s called.

“I’m here to help,” you tell Natasha. You slip next to her. “The stopper is right here. It’s in the sink drain and just needs to be twisted to ‘block the water,’” you say the last part to quote her.

“It’s not my fault I haven’t washed dishes before,” Natasha shrugs.

“Really?”

She shakes her head and for some reason it makes your heart hurt. It’s something so simple, but the superhero stands here helpless.

“I’ll show you how,” you say. “First, let’s get the water to hot and then we can use the stopper.”

Natasha listens intently as you explain how to do the steps. You let her do them and she’s proud of herself with each one she accomplishes.

“Alright, you’re ready to wash away,” you say once she’s got the soap in the water. “How about I rinse?”

“Sure, thank you.”

It’s quiet for a few minutes as Natasha washes the dishes delicately and hands them to you to rinse. You do your part with ease but she never feels rushed by you to wash faster.

“You’re probably wondering how I’ve never washed dishes,” Natasha breaks the silence after a while.

“I know that you didn’t have an exactly normal childhood, but I figured you would’ve done it in your adult life,” you say.

She shrugs. “Never had to. I didn’t stay in a place long enough and at the tower Tony had a high tech dishwasher installed.”

“We could use one here,” you say.

“I guess. But it’s kind of nice using my hands. Feels like it’s really doing something,” she says.

There’s an adorable smirk on her face and you can’t help but blurt out, “You’re so cute.”

A blush spreads on Natasha’s cheeks as you feel your own warm with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble.

“That’s alright. Thank you though,” she says. “I don’t think anyone has ever called me cute.”

“I think you’re adorable,” you say boldly. “Those other people just don’t get it.”

Nat hands you the last dish. Something about the domesticity of washing the dishes with her makes you long to be with her. You’ve known you had a crush on her for a while, but this is sending you over the edge.

“Okay, it’s time to drain the water. Turn the stopper back to the way it was when we started and the water will drain,” you instruct her.

She does it perfectly and the water drains down the sink.

“Can I just run the water to get rid of the excess soap?” She asks.

“Yes, but use the sprayer.” She looks confused until you point to the sprayer on the rim of the sink. “Turn on the water please.”

Natasha does so and watches as you spray around one side of the sink. You hand it to her and she does the other side. While she’s putting it back where it goes, she accidentally sprays you with water.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says, rushing to grab you a towel. She wipes the water from your neck and cheek. Her other hand holds your face steady.

Her thumb brushes over your jawline and lingers even once the water is gone. Natasha steps closer to you and both of you lean in slowly. She closes the distance between your lips with a slight pull at your neck.

Natasha’s lips against yours feels better than you could’ve ever imagined. The cliches about feeling like fireworks are going off and that the world is standing still are true as she kisses you.

“Thank you, y/n,” she tells you once she pulls away. Again, her hand lingers on your face.

“Thank you, Natasha,” you say in return, rendered pretty speechless from her kiss.

“For the record, I think you’re cute too,” Natasha says. “Would you like to have dinner with me sometime? Just us.”

“Yes please,” you respond.

She smiles and kisses you softly once more. You hear feet coming down the hallway and the two of you step apart and work together to dry and put away the dishes.

Natasha steals glances at you and her touch lingers when she hands you dishes. You’re so glad she decided to learn how to do a new task tonight and that she allowed you to help.

THIS IS SO CUTE 🥺

Just Want To Sleep

You're sick, Natasha is stuck working, Wanda is doing her best to help you. (natasha x reader)

Word Count. 1012

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“Please, you know me, I’m here all the time, I just want to go to sleep!” You half sobbed, pleading with the agent who was just typing away on her keyboard, effectively ignoring your desperate pleas. You shivered in your soaked sweater, wanting nothing more than to curl up in the arms of your girlfriend. Your nose was running but you were so stuffy. 

“Ms, you know I can’t let you up without your keycard.” The woman explained, rolling her eyes as tears began to slip down your flushed cheeks. 

“I am Agent Romanoff’s girlfriend. I called her, but she was in a meeting and couldn’t pick me up. I lost my wallet, dropped the keys to my apartment in a sewer grate and walked two miles to get here because I don’t have anywhere else to go. Now for the love of all the gods, let me go up or I will break something.” You breathed, your threats muddled with congestion. 

“Y/n?” A feminine voice called, pulling you away from where you were probably getting too close to the other woman. You looked over and saw Wanda half jogging over to you, brow furrowed in concern.

“Oh sweetie, what happened to you?” She cupped your cheeks in warm hands and moved one to your forehead, trying to gauge your temperature. 

“Wanda, she won’t let me up.” You sobbed, leaning into the arms of your best friend. Wanda slipped her arms around you and glared at the woman behind the desk, rubbing your back as you cried. She didn’t care that you were soaking her clothes, she was too angry. Her eyes glowed red, making the agent cower. 

“Come on honey, I’ll have Stark deal with this later. Let’s get you warmed up.” The brunette fussed, walking you to the elevator. She didn’t try to make you stop crying, didn’t push you away and didn’t say anything except to whisper words of encouragement. 

“Do you need help changing?” She asked as she led you to the room you and Nat shared when you came over. Embarrassment overcame you as you realized there was no way you could do this on your own. Then there was the sobbing. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say it out loud. We’re going to get you changed, and I’ll dry your hair while we watch a movie. Nat’s going to be in a meeting with Fury for another hour or so, but I texted her and she’s trying to get out of it.” Wanda talked as she helped you undress, keeping her eyes locked on yours to reduce some of your humiliation. 

“Fuzzy PJ’s?” She murmured, rifling through your drawers to find what she knew were your favorite clothes to wear when you were sick. They happened to be Natasha’s clothes, but still. They were your favorites. 

“Where’s Tasha?” You sniffled, shivering as she helped you into Natasha’s departmentally issued sweatshirt and her softest sweatpants. She smiled gently and kissed your forehead, smoothing your hair back in a motherly show of comfort. 

“Tasha’s in a meeting Y/n. She’ll be out soon, okay? For now, why don’t we get you something for this fever?” She held out a hand that she clearly wanted you to take, but you hesitated, blinking up at her with teary eyes.

“C’mon, you won’t want to get everything in here wet, hm?” You nodded and took the offered hand, allowing yourself to be led into a small living room where she deposited you on the comfortable looking couch. You curled up with a fluffy blanket and stared at the blank TV, only moving to cough into the blanket. 

“Alright you, take this and I’ll dry your hair. What do you want to watch?” Wanda plopped down beside you and shoved a cup of medicine into your hand. Too tired to argue, you took it like a shot and leaned into your friend, smiling when she turned on The Lion King. It was your favorite movie of all time and she knew it. 

The witch carded her fingers through your hair and began to dry your hair, the hot air soothing the chills and lulling you into a comfortable daze. You felt your head drooping and closed your eyes, allowing the brunette to help you feel better. Your head dropped against your chest and you shot back up, bumping into the hairdryer. 

“Woah, easy. Take a nap Y/n/n, it’s okay.” She soothed, pulling you back into her lap. You shrugged mentally and sighed, a painful cough bubbling from your lips. Wanda rubbed your back comfortingly, shushing you softly as you fought back tears. Your throat hurt so badly, but the medicine was already taking effect. This time when sleep beckoned you, you fell into its embrace.

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When you opened your eyes, you found yourself in a different place. Instead of the couch you fell asleep on, you were curled up amongst a mountain of pillows, a heavy duvet encircling your sick body. You turned your head and squinted at the blurry figure beside you. The blurry figure with the flaming red hair and beautiful green eyes. 

“Natty?” You rasped, drawing her from her reading. She set the book aside and pulled you against her chest, holding her tightly in her arms. All of the anxiety from before disappeared. She was here, she was finally here.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’m so, so sorry. You needed me and I couldn’t get you and now-” She broke off, cupping your face in her hands. You smiled sleepily and cuddled close to her, nuzzling into her chest. 

“S’okay. You’re workin’. M’tired.” You slurred, exhaustion blurring your words. Natasha kissed the top of your head, her lips lingering against your hair. She didn’t seem to mind that you were sweaty or congested or blubbering all over her, she was just there. Holding you. Being warm and strong. 

“You’re perfect, Y/n. You’re always here for me. I should’ve been here for you. But I am now rebenok and I’m not leaving you again.”

​aw, nat just holding a TINY fluffy liho in her arms 🥺 I'd melt to the floor if I actually saw that. the image in my head is already so cute

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 | n.r

summary : you find a stranger's lost kitten

warnings : none

a/n : I'm slowly figuring this app out :)

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You liked to go on a late evening stroll every once in while. Whether it was to clear your mind, or to get some fresh air. You enjoyed the fresh breeze on your face and the distant humming of the birds, it brought you comfort.

One day, while you walked through the small park in your neighborhood, you suddenly heard something that sounded like a meow, coming from behind a tree.

Carefully, you approached it, hoping not to scare the animal away. Your heart melted at the sight of an adorable black kitten, that clearly seemed lost.

"Hey, there, little one." You quietly said, crouching down as to not seem so intimidating to the tiny creature.

The kitten meowed as it stepped back a little.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you." You said, hoping that by some miracle it would understand you.

You slowly held out your hand and when the kitten put its cold nose against the palm of it, you started to pet it.

"Where's you owner, hm?" You asked before you carefully picked it up.

You were determined to find the kitten's home and if it didn't have one, you were going to take care of it.

But first, you started to ring at some of the doors in the neighborhood, hoping that the kitten would belong to someone.

You arrived at the end of the street and rang the door once more. A woman with fire red hair and beautiful green eyes opened the door.

"Hello, I've found a kitten and I'm trying to find it's owner." You said, showing the woman the fluffy animal.

She seemed relieved and took the litten from your grasp, "Liho, where have you been? I was worried sick!" The woman said, as if she was scolding a child.

"Thank you do much for bringing her back. Do you want to come in for a coffee? You know, as a thank you." She said, stepping away so you could enter the house.

Your parents had always told you not to enter strangers' houses, but you couldn't help it. You felt drawn to the woman and wanted to find out more about her.

Time passed rapidly and you had been talking to Natasha for hours. You found out that she was knew in the neighborhood, that was why you never saw her before.

"It was fun talking to you, Nat, but I think I should be going. It's getting late." You said, taking your jacket and standing up.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Come by tomorrow if you want. Hold on, here's my phone number." Nat quickly scribbled down her number on a piece of paper and handed it to you, "You don't have to call, only if you want, of course."

"I'll be sure to call you." You said, giving her a smile.

"Cool." She wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans when you turned around, "Be safe on your way home."

"It's a few houses away, but no worries, I will." You said, smiling at her one last time before leaving the house happily.

You were so thankful that you found the black kitten, otherwise you would have never met Natasha. Hopefully, something other than friendship will bloom from this relationship.

this is cute :')

For a small Drabble! Natasha x sick delirious reader. Nat keeps trying to put them back to bed. 🩷

Secret Agents of the Sea

〚 Notes - I thought this was super cute so enjoy some Natasha fluff. 〛

〚 Pairing - Natasha x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - You're delirious with fever, Nat's just trying to keep you in bed. 〛

〚 Wordcount - > 500 〛

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“Y/N you need to stay in bed.” Natasha groaned as she put you back down in bed for the forth time that day, “I cant have you stumbling around like a drunk octopus when you’re like this.” 

The idea of an octopus seemed to amuse you in your feverish state as you babbled, “Ju’s so you know oct’puses are s’very misunderstood.” 

Nat raised an eyebrow as she chuckled, “Oh really, why is that?” She asked, curious to see where you’d go with this. 

You blinked up at Natasha, your glazed eyes struggling to focus on her face. A soft giggle escaped your lips, accompanied by a hint of delirium. "’because," you replied, your voice slightly slurred, "they're masters of disguise and they can wear masks and fight crime.” 

To demonstrate you tried to pull yourself out of best and do a ninja pose but that was instantly stopped when Nat gently pulled you back down into the time, this time tucking the covers more tightly around you, “I think you’re talking about the Mutant Ninja Turtles love.” 

You pouted, your lower lip jutting out in a childish manner. "No, no, Nat," you protested weakly, "I mean the octopuses. They're like the undercover agents of the seas. Nobody suspects them, but they're out there, solving underwater mysteries and fighting off evil creatures." 

Natasha couldn't help but chuckle at your fever-induced ramblings. She sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently brush your hair away from your forehead. "You've got quite the imagination, don't you?" she said, a fond smile tugging at her lips. 

You nodded, a little too vigorously, causing a wave of dizziness to wash over you. "Mhm, I do. But it's true, Nat. Octopuses are smart, like really smart. They can open jars and solve puzzles. They're like the secret agents of the sea, I'm telling you." 

Natasha couldn't argue with your enthusiasm. She admired the way your eyes sparkled, even in your delirious state. "Alright, alright," she conceded playfully, "I won't argue with you. Octopuses are the secret agents of the sea, fighting crime and saving the day. But for now, you need to rest and let yourself be a superhero of getting better and just let me look after you.” 

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I'm Only Me (When I'm With You)

Just a little something something.

Word Count: 650ish

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

C'est Fluff

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When your fingers brushed her skin, you could feel the goosebumps forming underneath. You kissed her soft stomach as your thumbs traced the outline of her lowest ribs. Her hair spilled in red waves against her pillow. 

You’d shared a bed the night before for the first time. You'd woken up with your limbs tangled.

You’d woken up to Natasha's tentative look.

You wanted to say good morning. It felt like a good day already when you woke up like this.

You kissed her stomach again. 

‘What are you doing?’ Natasha asked, voice cracking with its first use of the day.

You moved upwards and your smile was lazy. You kissed her shoulder at the base of her neck. You kissed more slowly. Natasha’s hand tightened instinctively on your arm. You heard her breathing deepen. 

‘Good morning.’ You mumbled. ‘It’s nice seeing you here.’

‘Yeah?’ Natasha asked, something hopeful in her tone. You kissed her cheek.

‘Uh huh.’

You lay back on your side and stretched your legs out under the duvet.

Natasha mirrored you, holding your gaze. She seemed hesitant to move, like she was trying to find the courage to do something. You just yawned and smiled. 

At last, Natasha reached for your palm. She looked up at you, assessing if it was okay. Then she began to trace the lines on it lightly. Your eyes closed and you gave a little hum as her fingers began to draw their own patterns along your arm. 

Only when Natasha gave your arm a light tug did you open your eyes again. Her back was to you, but she was still holding your hand. 

You shifted forward automatically, pressing up against her back. Your arm was already wrapped around her side and you squeezed gently. Natasha still cradled your hand like it was precious. 

You let your fingers weave with hers, remembering the end of your first date. Natasha’s lips brushed your knuckles reverently. You smiled into her hair. 

You were almost asleep again, when she asked unsurely.

‘Do you want to have breakfast together?’

You held back the truth. That you’d already assumed this would be happening.

Instead, you kissed her shoulder again.

‘Definitely.’

Natasha slipped out of bed and got ready a little faster than you. You’d been to her apartment before, but you still didn’t know it that well. By the time you left the bathroom, fully dressed, she was in the kitchen. 

A stack of pancakes was growing on a plate beside her.

She looked up at you when you arrived. Her eyes always made your stomach swoop.

‘Do you like pancakes?’ She checked, a little self conscious. ‘Most people do. But I didn’t remember to ask until I’d started.’

You walked over and wrapped your arms around her from behind in an easy hug. You felt Natasha’s shoulders relax. 

‘They smell so good.’ You promised. ‘Do you want me to make coffee?’

Soon you were sitting beside each other at the tiny breakfast bar. Natasha’s hair fell forward as she ate and she kept tucking it back behind her ear. She seemed unmoored by your presence next to her, sneaking glances every few moments. 

When the silence had lasted too long, you started to ask her about her day. Natasha seemed grateful for the conversation starter.

She didn’t have anything planned until lunchtime. You commented that it was the same for you.

You saw the same hesitancy return to her. You watched Natasha debate if she should ask you something. 

You couldn’t stop smiling as you realised that Natasha was definitely the good type of shy around you. You decided to ask her first. 

‘You wanna do something together after breakfast?’

Natasha’s eyes sparked subtly with pleasure.

‘Sure.’ She said casually. 

You kissed her cheek again and Natasha paused mid chew.

Her cheek flushed and she finished her bite.

‘What was that for?’ 

You shrugged happily. ‘Because it is a good morning.’

Natasha smiled down at her pancakes.

When my baby ate expired (2018) peanut butter.

The sleepy assassin

Pairings: Natasha x you

Words: 748

Warnings: none

Summary: Natasha has worked herself into exhaustion

Notes: thank you to the sweet anon who gave me this request 🤍

"Come on," you chuckle quietly as you all but haul an exhausted Natasha into your shared apartment, keeping an arm around her waist for support as you close and lock the door. "One foot in front of the other, there we go."

Natasha grumbles indignantly as she somewhat uncoordinatedly pulls herself out of your arms. She slumps over onto the couch and curls herself up small, prompting another laugh to slip from your lips as you crouch down before her and place a soothing hand on her thigh.

"You can't make it to the bed?" You muse, bringing your hand up slightly to give her behind a soft pat.

Natasha scrunches up her nose in discontent, no more than a quiet huff slipping from her lips. With an amused eye roll, you momentarily leave her be and decide to go get the bed ready for her.

The red head had practically worked herself into exhaustion. Mission after mission. Reports and meetings. No breaks and barely any sleep. She'd prioritised others over herself and whilst you would normally love how unbelievably generous and giving she was, you hate the fact she'd not taken care of herself in the process.

After one call from a rather concerned Kate Bishop, you'd inevitably made your way to the compound to haul yer stubborn ass home.

Pulling back the blankets and setting a fresh set of pyjamas onto the bed, you make your way back to the living room where Natasha was seemingly snoozing away. With a tender smile  -because how could a deadly assassin be so freaking adorable- you head over and crouch down in front of her again.

As you reach up to gently brush a stray strand of hair out of her face, you realise she was completely conked out. Her breathing was both deep and heavy, delicate features relaxed and soft. She doesn't make a peep at your gentle touch, which was so unlike herself.

"Yeah, there's no way I'm going to wake you up am I?" You murmur in rhetorical amusement, and Natasha, of course, doesn't doesn't answer you. 

"Okay pumpkin, up we go," you murmur as you slide your arms beneath her limp frame, one beneath her rear end whilst the other supports the back of her neck. With a strength you didn't know you had in you, you successfully manage to lift the sleeping assassin up and into your arms like and was no more than a child.

At this action, she does rouse a little, a confused sound escaping her lips as her hands instinctively rise to grip the material of your shirt, and you quietly shush her as you bring yourself to a complete standstill.

"It's just me, baby." You sooth, and the red head lets out a small mhhh sound as she once again falls limp against you. It tells you that she really was exhausted because she never normally lets you hold her like this.

Her legs hang limp either side of your waist as her head rests heavily against your shoulder, and you bounce her up slightly to get a better grip before carrying her into your shared bedroom. After taking a moment to relish in the feeling of holding her in your arms, you cup the back of her head and gently lower her sleeping frame down onto the bed.

With the knowledge that she trusted you enough for this next part, you begin undressing her starting with her boots. You unlace them with ease, tugging them off her feet along with her socks. Next were her pants, her chosen pair today being skin tight skinny jeans you end up playing tug of war with.

Thankfully, they were soon off, and in place you manage to wrangle her limp frame into a pair of pyjama shorts. After you'd tugged them up and over her behind, you decide that the black shirt she already had on would be fine. You could just imagine the struggle you'd have trying to get her out of it.

Kicking off your own shoes, you tug her up so her head properly rested on the pillow before climbing into bed next to her. She seems to  sense your presence and unconsciously curls herself into you with her head tucked beneath your chin. You don't hesitate to return the embrace, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as your hand begins grazing soothing circles over the soft, scarred skin of her back.

"Sweet dreams pumpkin."

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Would any of you guys be up for a small mommy Natasha x child reader series? Still sickfics, but you’re her child as opposed to her partner? Just let me know!

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✧.* HER LEATHER JACKET.

— summary : natasha spends hours trying to find her favorite leather jacket, only to find out you were wearing it the whole time.

— word count : 0,3k

— warnings : all fluff, pet names, established relationship, fem!reader, not proofread, kinda inspired by that one deleted scene where natasha says "is that my jacket" to wanda.

a/n : tried a new layout!! idk if i'll stick to this one though the small writing is hurting my poor eyesight. alsooo my requests are open for natasha so please send some prompts for her ‼️‼️ this is so poorly written i'm so sorry.

august nights are just oh so, beautiful. the moonlight is reflecting on the tall skyscrapers, the stars were glowing, the streetlamps on with an orange hue, and the sky is a perfect dark blue color.

you have the biggest smile on your face as you put the finishing touches on your outfit. natasha had plan the perfect datenight for the two of you. a reservation at a fancy restaurant with live jazz.

you look in the mirror, your red lipstick complimenting the red leather jacket you had on. it was natasha's jacket, you've borrowed it for this special occassion.

okay, that was a lie. you may have stolen it a few days ago. but! it wasn't your fault, it was just laying on your bed so of course you took it, i mean it's a good jacket, plus it smells like nat.

your posing montage in the mirror however, is interrupted by another loud groan coming from the other room, that was probably the 6th time. was natasha complaining?

you walk towards her room, only to find a huge mess of clothes. "are you okay?" you knock. natasha was rumaging through the clothes, "no i'm trying to find my jacket, but i can't find it anywhere." she replies.

"which jacket?" you ask, natasha has at least 23 leather jackets at this point. "the red one, with the little star details. have you seen it?" her back was turned to you, still determined to find it in that huge pile of clothes.

"the red one?" you repeated. your cheeks turn the same shade of red as the jacket. embarrassed, you fidget your hands, "so uh, about that." you start. "have you seen it?" natasha turns around.

you smile out of embarrassment. "is that my jacket?" natasha raises her eyebrow, "i'm sorry! i should've asked but it was just laying there so i couldn't help it-" you take the jacket off.

"slow down dekta." natasha smirks, putting the jacket back on you. "you look good in it. matches your lipstick." she compliments.

you smile. feeling bold you lean in for a kiss. "now we both match." you laugh, "now come on were gonna be late for the reservation." you wink.

I LOVE this!!! the little reassurances makes me so ahsbxksbjf

the way nat just switched her whole demeanor from her being soft to serious and frustrated with us and having to chase us through the compound just made me laugh so much on the inside - It's the fact that the situation would probably be exactly this if nat had to deal with me

I have to lay on my bed face down right now to take in this moment because it's so soft, I want to melt :')

I am unfortunately still sick - it's been an on and off sickness weirdly, but right now I don't have a fever, just awful coughing fits

thank you so so much for the lovely fic <3

hi!! how was your day?? I hope it was good :]

I'm wondering if I can request something?

so I was thinking like nat x sick!reader where nat takes care of the reader? but they are usually hard to take care of when they're sick because they refuse to eat. thats because they have a sore throat and its just a lot of pain

eventually nat gets reader to eat something along with some medicine, but they throw up anyway and they feel the relief that comes in after vomiting

and then sometime later the reader's skin start to heat up because of a cold and they sneeze a lot. nat just cuddles with them anyway whispering sweet nothings and its all fluff? :)

you don't have to follow what I specifically wrote, just do whatever story you'd like and take your time! there's no pressure. I just wanted to request because I'm really sick right now and my body seriously feels like a whole heater atm

<3

“Take your medicine!”

Natasha romanoff x sick!fem!reader

Warning: fluff and comfort :)

It was 5:00 in the morning when Natasha woke up to do her daily morning routine where she goes to the gym to workout, but when she went to kiss your forehead, you felt hot. She frowned and went to go get a thermometer. She came back into the room and gently woke you up.

“Hey…y/n/n…wake up angel…” she softly said as you sat up slowly and looked at her confused. “Why’d you wake me up natty? It’s too earlyyyy” you groaned out at her. She let out a little smile at your groaning “I think you have a fever dekta. Let me check right quick”. She explained to you as you slowly nodded your head as you were trying to fight sleep.

You opened your mouth and lifted your tongue as nat put the thermometer in. You closed your mouth and had the tip of the thermometer under your tongue. While you waited, nat was sitting beside you, rubbing your back as she was saying reassuring words to you.

There was a beep and Natasha pulled the thermometer out of your mouth and instantly frowned at what she saw “102.4” she said quietly but you heard her. You whimper out to her, “natty…my throat is starting to hurt…” you said as you laid back down fully under the covers. “Hold on pumpkin…let me get you some medicine and some soup” she said as she pushed some hair out of your face.

You poured and shook your head no “ I don’t want any medicine and soup…” you whimpered out. “I just want natty…” you whined. Natasha cooed softly “don’t worry baby…I won’t be far…I’ll be back in five minutes tops.” She reassured you. You kept whining and she left quickly to get your stuff. You pouted and crossed your arms in annoyance.

Nat came in right on the dot with medicine and a bowl of soup in her arms along with some tissues and some cough drops. “Here you go babygirl…” she said softly to you as she sat down back beside you on the bed. She held up the spoon full of soup and started doing train noses which made you giggle but you still didn’t open your mouth. Nat sighed and put the spoon back into the bowl. “Why won’t you eat your soup baby?” She asked you softly.

"I just don't feel good...my tummy hurts..." you whimpered out to her. “I know babygirl but I promise eating will help you get better my love.” Nat explained to you. You hesitantly nodded and opened your mouth to let nat feed you. Every time you swallowed your food, you would wince at the pain of your sore throat. You finished your soup but a few minutes later you started to feel nauseous.

“Natty…I really don’t feel good…” you said as you bent over while holding your stomach in pain. Natasha frowned and ran to get you a trash can. Few minutes later, you were bent over the trash can, puking your guts out as Natasha started rubbing your back gently In circles.

You finished your business and breathed heavily, laying back again to rest. Nat took a napkin and cleaned your mouth softly, she bent down and gave you a few soft kisses on your forehead. You weakly smiled and cuddled up to her, instantly falling asleep.

~ a few hours later ~

You woke up to someone shaking you softly awake, you opened your eyes and see nat in your view. You pouted “why’d you wake me up natty?” You asked confused. “It’s time to take your medicine now babygirl.” She said gently. You shook your head no and pouted. Natasha sighed and opened up the bottle of liquid, when you saw that you got up a ran away from her.

“YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!” You screamed at Natasha as she was chasing you throughout the whole compound. “TAKE YOUR FUCKING MEDICINE Y/N!” She yelled back at you. You ran into a corner and cursed at yourself, then you felt a body run into yours, trapping you inside the corner. Natasha smirked and trapped your body inside hers. “You aren’t going anywhere until you have taken your medicine.” She said as she narrowed her eyes at you.

You groaned loudly which made her chuckle. “I don’t want to take it natty! It’s so gross!” You complained to her and her face softened. “I know it’s gross pretty girl…but you have to take it to feel better angel.” You whined at her then winced because of your sore throat. “Please angel take it. I’ll give you lots of cuddles and snuggles, only if you cooperate and take your medicine.” She tried to bribe you. You looked down, defeated but nodded your head nonetheless.

Natasha gave you your medicine as she was doing some weird sounds to make you laugh, which worked because without any trouble, you finally took your medicine. “Good girl!” She happily praised you which made you giddy and blush. She gently picked you up in her arms and the both of you headed back to the bedroom that y’all shared.

She laid you back down into the bed softly and got in beside you. You smiled at her then started to make a face to which let to a huge sneeze. “Bless you baby!” She exclaimed to which you sniffled at her back in response which made her giggle. “Don’t worry baby…I got you…you aren’t in this alone pretty girl.” She reassured you to which you smiled weakly at.

No matter how sick you got. You can always count on natty to make sure that you are better.

A/n: I’m sorry to the person I made this for. This was months ago when I got this but I hope you feel better now! I hope y’all enjoyed this!

Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love yall!

ADORABLE.

Late-Night Revelations

〚 Notes - Wow havent done one of these in a while, hopefully this makes up for it :D let me know what you think, my reqs are still open too so I'm gonna try get some done :) 〛

〚 Pairing -Natasha Romanoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Night is usually the time when you had free rein of the compound - little did you expect to be interrupted on your journey to get midnight snacks and certainly not by her. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 2655 〛

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The kitchen. A place of spills, messes and laughter. The home of both gourmet delicacies and microwave meals. Everyone loved the kitchen. Especially when it came to midnight snacks. 

You’d always been a night owl; it was just the way you were. Staying up gaming, reading or simply just listening to the sounds of the city during the twilight hours was how you’d spend your time, and there was no better thing to snack on then Oreos. 

And where did Oreos live? The kitchen. 

Thats why you found yourself happily humming along to the music playing in your headphones as your feet padded on the tiled floor heading towards the kitchen. The main light was turned off, giving you the privacy to do a funky sort of hip dance as you shuffled towards the cupboards in search of your biscuits. 

You found them easily, although you did have to stand up on your tippy toes to reach them. You grabbed the pack of Oreos triumphantly and twirled around on your heels, intending to head back up to the comfort of your room but something else caught your eye. 

A small, involuntary yelp left your lips as your eyes finally acclimatised to the dark room and you were able to make sight of the slim figure sitting on one of the island stools, quietly nursing a whiskey glass in one hand. 

“Jesus Romanoff.” You breathed heavily, sighing as the hot rush of adrenaline slowly died down, “The hell are you doing?” 

“Why are you awake? It’s late and you have training in the morning.” She ignored your question, but there was something off about her voice. It was different, rougher somehow. You guessed the correct word would’ve been scratchy. 

As you stood there in the dimly lit kitchen, you felt stupid squinting into the darkness, so you headed to turn the overhead light on. You’d just flicked it on when the assassin began to object, “Don’t-“ 

But it was too late. The two of you closed your eyes instinctively as the bright, white LEDs bore into your eyes. You opened yours first however, and you could now see Natasha, the enigmatic Black Widow, hunched over the counter.  

She looked awful. 

Her pale skin was sickly white in pallor, her usually composed and stoic demeanour replaced by a hint of vulnerability while her red hair hung is messy curls at her shoulders. When she finally opened her eyes, the sharpness they usually held seemed dull and void. Not to mention the faint flush sitting on her cheeks. It was clear she was not okay. 

You gulped nervously, your heart pounding in your chest. Natasha was not someone to be taken lightly, and your crush on her only made things more complicated. You were still new to the Avengers, and her intimidating presence had kept you from approaching her in the past. But sitting there, with her red nose and tired expression, she somehow looked more human and not the emotionless, assassin she was often perceived to be - she seemed almost vulnerable now. 

You watched Natasha in concern as she slowly sipped her whiskey, her slender fingers trembling ever so slightly. Her raspy cough interrupted the silence that had settled in the kitchen, and you couldn't help but wince at the harsh sound. 

“That sounds awful.” You commented, nervously fidgeting with the packet of Oreos in your hand, unsure of what to do. You wanted to help, but just didn’t know how. Your attempts at getting her to open up in the past just about as well as microwaving a tin can. Once she’d even yelled at you to mind your own buisness and well, you hadn’t tried much to engage with her after that. 

Her eyes flicked up to your own briefly before she looked away again, staring into the contents of her glass as she raspily mumbled, “It’s nothing.” You weren’t sure if she was going to say something else, but she wasn’t given the chance nonetheless as you heard the subtle hitch of her breath leading to her muffling a harsh, albeit obviously restricted, sounding sneeze into her hoodie sleeve. 

“Bless you.” You offered, turning around to look in the cupboard under the sink to find a box of tissues, “Y’know if you’d actually let yourself sneeze normally, they probably wouldn’t hurt so much.” You commented, sliding the box towards her. 

Her reaction was not what you expected. She gave you a dirty look as she pushed the box away before she snapped, her voice laced with irritation. "I don't need your sympathy. Just leave me alone." 

You sighed deeply, putting down the Oreos on the countertop with a little more force than intended - seriously, it took all you had not to shed a tear as you heard the sound of breaking biscuits.  

“I’m not here to give you sympathy Natasha.” Oh, you were you were 100% hand in heart sympathetic towards her. But admitting that in the moment probably wouldn’t help, “I’m just concerned that If I go back to my room and leave you down here, you’ll wither away or something and when the team find you shrivelled up in the morning, who’s gonna get the blame? Me.” You raised your eyebrows and pointed to yourself before continuing. 

“Plus, we all need you Romanoff, we can’t have the Black Widow taken out by a cold, now, can we?” Your tone softened, as you inched closer, standing at the opposite side of where she was sat before slowly sliding her almost empty glass of whiskey away. 

Natasha but she didn't respond but expression softened ever so slightly, Instead, she took a sip of her whiskey, and she turned her attention away from you, gazing out the window into the quiet night. 

You sat up on the countertop, letting silence fill the room. The pair of you sat like that for a few minutes, neither wanting to break it. But ultimately you did, and the crinkling rustle of your packet echoed through the room. 

“Oh crap-“ You swore as the crushed Oreo dust flooded out from the packet, sending a scatter of black crumbs into your lap. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Natasha look up and give a sort of half-smile at your clumsiness. Testing your luck, you looked up and asked, “What’s up Romanoff, is my Oreo disaster amusing you?” 

To your surprise, her gaze met your eyes, “Something like that.” She almost managed a smile but was interrupted as her face contorted in discomfort, giving in a harsh, chesty sounding cough. 

“Jeez, you really don’t do things by half do you?” You commented, abandoning your Oreos as you slid off the worktop and leant over to the counter to where the redhead was sitting, reaching out and pressed your hand to the back of her clammy forehead. 

She froze. If you hadn’t known better, you would’ve presumed the Widow had petrified to stone beneath your touch. You’d never seen her go so still. 

“Relax Romanoff, I’m just checking your brains aren’t going to melt.” You whispered, it coming out more softly than intended but nevertheless hearing your words Natasha seemed to be able to relax ever so slightly. Her tough exterior walls finally beginning to crack. 

As the foundation of her distrust began to crumble, that wall she’d built so high seemed to crumple snd fall. Even she couldn’t deny the comforting contrast of cooling your hand had brought against the sharp heat of her fever and you couldn’t help but smile softly as she sank into your touch a litter, bringing her own hand over your own to keep it in place. 

“You hand is cold. It’s nice.” She mumbled, as she kept it in place for another minute. After a minute you could feel your hand acclimatising to your heat and you pulled it out from beneath her hold, “No-“ 

She began to protest but stopped when you only shook your head sweetly and brought your opposite one back up to her forehead, providing her with the cooling sensation all over again. You would’ve stayed like that for as long as you could, ignoring the fluttering in your stomach in favour of her comfort. But Nat’s body objected first, she barely had time to curl in on herself as her lungs protested in a rough set of coughing that just seemed to keep coming, leaving her breathless by the end. 

Natasha somehow managed to turn redder as she shuffled in her seat, her eyes refusing to meet your own, “Sorry.”  

“God, you sound like death Natasha, you don’t need to apologise for that. Tea. That’s what you need.” You decided not leaving her the chance to refuse. 

Turning on your heels, you reached up into the cupboard taking a large mug before getting to work. A few minutes later and the kettle had boiled allowing you to quickly pour out a steaming mug of tea, making sure to add a generous spoonful of honey and a slice of lemon. 

With a small smile you handed it to her, unable to help but notice the way her hands trembled as she took it. 

“Thanks Y/N.” 

"Careful, it's hot," you cautioned, your concern evident. Natasha gave you a faint nod of acknowledgment before taking a cautious sip. She winced slightly at the heat but seemed to appreciate the gesture. 

While she sipped her tea, you decided to change the subject to something lighter. "So, what brought you to the kitchen at this ungodly hour, Natasha. By the sounds of it you should’ve really been in bed in some sort of fever-induced coma whilst your body fights off this crap. You couldn’t sleep?" 

She sighed softly, setting the tea down for a moment. "Something like that. Just... couldn't get settled, and the whiskey usually helps numb the discomfort," she admitted, her voice still hoarse, “I didn’t think anyone else would be awake.” 

“I’m always up around this time,” You shrugged but looked over to the clock hung on the other the wall as you yawned, “It is getting late though, aren’t you tired?” 

fingers brushing against her red curls as she leaned back against the counter. "Yeah, I am," she admitted, her voice a bit softer now, "But every time I try to sleep it doesn’t work, I’ll just end up tossing and turning the whole time.” 

You couldn't help but sympathize with her. Colds could be incredibly frustrating, especially when they interfered with your ability to sleep. 

 "I get it," you said with a nod. "Well, since you're up, how about we make the most of it? I can keep you company for a while." 

She raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in her eyes. It was clear that she wasn't used to someone offering their company during moments of vulnerability. "You don't have to," she started, “You’ve got training tomorrow. You’ll be too tired-” 

“Respectfully,” You interrupted her with a playful grin. "It’s too late, Romanoff. You're stuck with me now." 

“Okay, fine.” She gave you a small, appreciative smile, and it warmed your heart to see her let her guard down just a bit. "Thanks for not making fun of me," she murmured, “I hate getting sick like this.” 

“You don’t need to thank me for that.” 

As the pair of you continued to chat in the dimly lit kitchen, you couldn't help but notice that she was slowly warming up to you. Her initial resistance and sharpness had softened, and she seemed more willing to engage in conversation. It was nice. 

But it was just as you were explaining the concept of your latest video game you’d been playing when Natasha suddenly stiffened, her breath hitching slightly as she let out a soft, "Hihh... hihh..." Her face scrunched up, and you could see the telltale signs of an impending sneeze, “Hh’iishoo!” 

“Bless you.” You couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Looks like this cold isn't letting you off the hook, huh?" 

She sniffled; her voice even huskier now. "Guess not." 

You noticed her shivering slightly and realised that the room had indeed gotten quite chilly as the night air got cooler. "You know, Natasha, if you're cold, you should really get some rest in a warm bed. It’ll do you some good. You’re not going to feel better if you get a chill.” 

She hesitated for a moment, her green eyes darting away from yours. "I don't like sleeping alone when I'm sick," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. 

You could hear the vulnerability in Natasha's admission, and it tugged at your heartstrings. You knew that her tough exterior was a mask she wore to protect herself, but right now, she was letting it slip in front of you. 

A warm smile crossed your face as you stood up from the kitchen stool. "Well, lucky for you, you're not alone tonight." You extended your hand to her. "Come on, let's get you settled on the couch. It's more comfortable than this kitchen stool, and we can keep each other warm that way. No-one has to be alone.” 

Natasha hesitated for a moment, then placed her delicate hand in yours, allowing you to help her off the stool. You led her to the living room, where there was a cosy sofa waiting, perfect for a night of shared warmth and comfort. 

As you both settled onto the sofa, you couldn't help but notice how Natasha's body seemed to relax further, her shivers subsiding as she nestled closer to you. You wrapped your arms around her, creating a cocoon of warmth before taking the large blanket that was draped over the back of the sofa and pulled it over the two of you. Her head rested on your shoulder, and your fingers lightly traced soothing patterns on her back as the two of you settled down into the soft leather. 

“Goodnight Y/N.” She murmured sleepily, as she closed her eyes and finally gave into exhaustion. 

“Goodnight Nat.” you pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, then closed your eyes, allowing exhaustion to catch up with you as well. The two of you drifted off into a deep, comfortable sleep, wrapped in each other's arms. 

Unbeknownst to you both, the rest of the Avengers had been awakened by various disturbances throughout the night. Tony Stark, ever the insomniac, had been tinkering with one of his suits when he heard hushed voices coming from the living room. Curiosity piqued, he had quietly crept closer and couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you and Natasha on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms. 

Thor had been awakened by the faint scent of tea and the clinking of a teacup in the kitchen. He had assumed it was one of his Asgardian friends, but when he entered the kitchen, he was met with the sight of crushed Oreos and an empty tea mug. Perplexed, he followed the trail of crumbs to the living room, where he too found you and Natasha peacefully sleeping together. 

Even Bruce, who was often a sound sleeper, had been stirred from his slumber by the unusual activity in the Avengers' common area. His initial concern turned to fond amusement when he discovered the unlikely duo of you and her snuggled together like this. It was adorable  

The hazy morning light began to filter into the room, casting a soft orange glow on your intertwined forms. It was then that the rest of the Avengers gathered in the living room, their astonishment evident on their faces as they took in the sight before them. 

Steve quirked his eyebrow and wearing a bemused smile, leaned down to whisper to Tony, "Looks like we've got our own little love story unfolding right here." 

The engineer couldn’t quite resist a teasing grin. "Who would've thought? Our resident spy and the midnight snacker." 

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☹️ this is so comforting

Marbles

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Natasha comforts you when you can’t sleep

Note: This is some fluff/comfort based on one of my fave songs Marbles by The Amazing Devil. Thank y’all so much for 5k followers! Plenty of more Natasha is coming. Enjoy this one!

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You feel restless as you rustle in the bed. Natasha doesn’t sleep deeply, so you know she can probably feel you moving.

Your thoughts are confirmed when Natasha’s hand comes to your back. She rubs it softly. You turn over to face her.

“What is it, detka?” Natasha asks. Her voice is thick with sleep.

“Can’t sleep,” you say.

Natasha wakes up a little more and leans up on her elbow to look over your face.

“Do you want to talk?” She asks.

“I’m okay,” you reply.

Nat doesn’t buy it. She brings her hand to your face and rubs your cheek with her thumb.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” Natasha asks so softly you barely hear her. “You know it doesn’t even have to be something you can articulate. I just want to help.”

“I guess I’m just tired, but restless,” you explain.

Natasha nods. She gets that.

“You’ve been busy this week. I think your brain just hasn’t caught up with your body,” she says.

“Maybe,” you say. You feel your eyes start to burn with emotion. “Sometimes I just wonder what is the point anymore.”

“I don’t know,” Natasha says. She pauses and kisses your forehead before she continues. “But I’m here and I’m all yours.”

Tears flow freely from your eyes now. You are never anything less than awestruck by Natasha’s pure kindness and love for you.

“Dear heart don’t cry,” Natasha says. She takes you into her arms and holds you.

You can feel her heartbeat through her shirt and she feels like home. Natasha holds you until your tears subside. She whispers soft words as you start to fall asleep. Her embrace is relaxing. The perfect refuge from the world.

You fall asleep finally content in her loving arms. In her, you find your hope.

not alone | n.r.

summary ↠ your anxiety and mental health struggles continue to worsen your overall mental and general health. When Natasha notices she makes sure you know that you aren’t alone

pairings ↠ natasha romanoff x gn!reader

word count ↠ 1.2k

warnings ↠ mental health struggles | anxiety | depression | self deprecating thoughts | self hate | decreasing mental health

notes ↠ it's a vent fic, another vent fic haha what a surpriseeeee. i am so far from okay and this pit of anxiety won't leave and my insomnia is getting worse again yay. um yeah if i'm quiet (in messages, asks or posting) im sorry!

reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!!

Recently your life had been moving smoothly, in a positive and upwards direction. You and Natasha have been officially dating for over a year, without anything seemingly going wrong. Moving into the compound with Natasha was a breeze. You fit in and quickly made friends with the other avengers. Tony helped by throwing you a welcome party so you could meet everyone in one night.

Everything was going right so why did you feel like something was dreadfully wrong. It wasn’t noticeable at first. Only every couple days did you find yourself with a heaviness that you just weren’t able to shake. It was like you were trying to find something that was wrong with your life, like nothing could ever just be okay for once.

You noticed your sleeping patterns changing slowly. Not being able to sleep until you were exhausted paired with waking up feeling out of breath as if you had just run a marathon, had become your daily routine. You hadn’t felt this way to this extent in a while, but you pushed everything away hoping that the dread and heaviness would magically disappear if you didn’t think about it. But your mind never takes a break, thoughts are constantly flowing through your mind seemingly every second of every day.

It wasn’t noticeable to anyone else. You didn’t want anyone else to notice that something wasn’t right with you. You didn’t want to add to anyone else’s worries, they already had to worry about the entire world as part of their job. To them your mental health and worries would seem so small in comparison. That’s what you thought anyway. You felt like you didn’t deserve them to worry about you, especially not Natasha. She already had enough to deal with, so you pretended to be okay around her. You fooled everyone with your fake smiles and your positive, and bubbly personality.

‘Is everything okay with Y/N?’ Wanda’s question would’ve seemed randomly asked if it was the first time someone had asked Natasha. However, it wasn’t and Natasha was sure it wouldn’t be the last.

'What happened this time?’ Natasha sighed. She hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary but she had been away on missions and hadn’t spent a lot of time with you.

After listening to Wanda detail your argument with Steve that, in everyone’s opinion, you had overreacted. Natasha took the next month off just so she could watch you and make sure everything was okay. She didn’t tell you though, not wanting to alarm you and just wanting to check in on your normal day to day.

That’s when Natasha noticed something wasn’t right. She couldn’t pin point what exactly was wrong with you, but Natasha knew it was something. It concerned her to see how late you stayed up with how early you woke up everyday. You hardly socialised with the team, and if you did it your newfound irritability always managed to ruin the good times spent with your friends. You would always end up back in your room, laying on the bed, overthinking and analysing every little thing that you or another avenger said, the way they said it and their body language.

You had become physically and mentally fatigued. There was never a break from your thoughts or the weight that sat in your chest. The weight that had become heavier and heavier over time. You always thought that if the weight became too much you would be able to reach out. Though now reaching out seems like the most embarrassing thing you could do. The dread of telling someone what goes through your mind outweighed wanting to get rid of the heaviness that you felt on a daily basis.

Today the heaviness had taken over your entire body. The thought of facing anything you had planned caused you to become paralysed from dread. The constant worrying about anything not going as planned exhausted you. There was no hope in finding any energy or motivation to leave your bed that day.

Natasha had come looking for you since you had a date planned. Her heart broke when your eyes met her gaze. Natasha had never seen you this way, you had always been able to manage it before getting to this point. However, it just wasn’t controllable this time.

'Are you okay detka?’ Natasha had sat on the bed next to you, reaching out to gently brush the hair out of your face. You thought about lying to Natasha, not wanting her to worry. But you had no fight left. You truly wanted help and the opportunity to reach out was right in front of you.

'No,’ Your voice was barely a whisper but it was enough for Natasha to catch it. You looked away from Natasha as you felt tears starting to rise.

You felt Natasha’s soft hand gently and slowly lift your head so you were meeting her gaze once again, 'tell me what’s going on,’

You told Natasha everything. How you felt like your insides were constantly shaking. How you felt like you couldn’t breath due to how constricting the heaviness felt. How you couldn’t get through a single task or activity without worrying something bad was going to happen. Everything.

To your surprise Natasha was more than understanding, 'I may not fully understand everything you are feeling and going through but I’m here for you. Through all the good and the bad,’ is how Natasha responded while pulling you into her embrace. No matter what you always felt safe in Natasha’s arms, 'Tell me how you normally get through these days,’

Natasha’s actions and intentions were genuine, especially when they came to you. She genuinely wanted to help you get better and despite it all she was patient. Plenty of ruined date nights and Natasha pulling out of missions last minute. But to Natasha it was all worth it, you were worth it and you deserved to feel happy and try to be free from these constraints your mind gave you.

'Here you go detka, nice and warm just how you like it,’ Natasha handed you a heat pack, the one you called your emotional support heat pack. The warmth and weight when placed on your chest helped subside any constriction you felt within.

Natasha had run you a warm bath, helping you wash your hair and giving your head a little massage at the same time. She’d dressed you in your favourite fluffy pyjamas and the heaviness in your body was starting to lift.

Climbing into bed Natasha gently pulled your bed into hers. With Natasha’s support you felt less alone. While these feelings aren’t controllable you felt like one day you would be able to manage all of this. You smiled as you felt Natasha place soft kisses all over your face. It had been a while since a genuine smile fell from your lips.

'I’m not completely okay. I don’t think I will be for a while, but one day I will be. I’m hopeful for that much at least,’

'I’ll be here to support you and help you through as long as it lasts. I know this isn’t going to be easy for you, I just want you to know that you aren’t alone,’

✧.* FLOUR N COOKIES.

— summary : when baking cookies with natasha turns into a flour fight.

— word count : 0,6k

— warnings : fluff, fem!reader, established relationship, nat & reader live together, flour fights, pet names, nat being a tease.

a/n : it's october so the autumn-y fics r here !! also i am a firm believer that nat struggles to do basic cooking.

baking was something you've always loved to do, since ever. you loved the process of buying the ingredients, picking the flavours, toppings, decorations, everything.

you especially loved baking for other people. it's your way of showing that you love and care for them, a love language sort of.

and it's always been a tradition for you to bake fall cookies for your friends. today, you were baking them for clint.

it was the perfect time to bake. the weather was perfect, it was foggy but not too foggy since you could still see the reflection of sunlight. the music was playing in the background, and nothing could possibly ruin this you thought.

tying your apron, natasha walks in to help.

"you look good in that apron." she smirks.

you ignore the comment as you grab the eggs from the fridge. "stay focused, we need to finish these cookies."

"well, i'm more or so thinking that you should wear that apron more often." she teases. "these cookies are for clint. realistically, you should be taking the lead." you reply.

"i've never baked before."

"ever? in your entire life? not even once?"

"i'm pretty sure that's what the word never means." — "do you at least know how to crack open an egg?"

you were met with silence. is she serious?

"just crack these eggs to that bowl, please." you point. "like this?" she asks.

you stare at her in disbelief. she seems confused, possibly wondering what she did wrong.

"you know, maybe, without, the eggshells."

she looks down at the bowl, "i think we should leave it. crunchy cookies, you know? it adds more protein, so it's healthy." she awkwardly smiles.

"whatever, i'll just pick the eggshells out." you carefully grab the slippery shells.

"soooo.. what's next?" she wipes the egg residue on her pants. "i'll whisk the wet ingredients, you can help me by grabbing the flour and baking soda."

natasha nods, as she grabs the ingredients you asked for from the cabinets above. "you know i've always wanted to do this with someone." she says, toying with the bag of flour.

"yeah well, this feels more like a me effort instead of a team effort." you state. "there's no me in team." natasha replies.

"yes there is. there's an 'e' and an 'm'." you stated.

"you're so smart, detka. keep blabbering. see what happens."

was that a threat? you look up from the bowl to see her grab a handful of flour. "put that down. don't get closer." you commanded.

"or what?" — "or the cookies won't get done, and clint will have over-floured cookies."

natasha shuffles forward.

"nat. i swear. i just cleaned the floor this morning."

"i'm not even moving."

"i can see you shuffling towards me."

"i'm standing very still. actually, here, catch!" she throws the flour to you. your clean apron was now covered in flour.

"oh you are so gonna regret that, natasha."

you swiftly grab a handful of flour from the bag, throwing it right on her black top.

natasha gasps, before throwing another handful to your direction.

this went on for a good minute before natasha finally stopped it by grabbing the bag from you.

"okay, okay! time out. i've got to take a picture of you, you look like a ghost!"

"really? because you should really look in the mirror, natasha. i can barely make out the red in your hair right now."

she glances at the reflection of the fridge. "that's. rude."

"who looks like a ghost now?"

"you still do. if i poured the mixture on you with chocolate chips and put you in the oven, would you become a cookie?" she jokes.

"don't you dare mess with the mixture."

"don't worry, love. i'd still love you if you were a cookie." natasha smiles.

She’s a liar

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, infidelity

Summary: Cozy nights with your girl are so perfect, aren’t they? Song: Two Birds on a wire

You were sitting on your cozy couch, lighting a candle and snuggling up next to your vanilla scented, strong armed, soft lipped girlfriend of two years, Natasha. You were unabashedly in love with her, and you knew she wholeheartedly loved you back…that was the best part. Tender lips kissed your forehead as you sprawled your hair out on her lap, positioning your legs over the edge of the couch. Your red headed lover looked down at you with those deep green eyes and smiled, scratching your scalp lightly, “That was a good movie, detka. Might have you have to pick movies more often,” she chuckled lightly as you spoke, “Uhm you should actually let me pick the movies all the time, thank you very much Ms. Romanoff.”

About an hour later a small buzz rang from across the room as Natasha’s phone lit up, “Be right back honey.” While you waited for Nat to finish her call your shared cat Liho jumped up on your lap, stretching himself on you and kneading his soft paws into your thigh. Such a little weirdo.

Your girlfriend walked back in with a distracted look on her face as she shot you a small smile, walking over to where your small figure was seated and giving you a small peck, “I know I said we’d get dinner but work called, I’m-”

“But you promised that…Nevermind. It’s fine.” Pitiful eyes looked down at you like a mother looking at a pouty child. “I’ll make it up to you, you know that.”

And with that she was gone, slipping her brown leather jacket on and grabbing her duffel bag from your kitchen chair. That was okay though, you knew that. Sometimes you’d have to make sacrifices for the people you loved, especially a girl like Natasha. 

An equally beautiful girl was on the other side of New York City as you cooked yourself a dinner for one, putting some lipgloss on and fluffing her hair up a little. She couldn’t wait for her fiancé to come home and see the beautiful spread she’d made: Pesto penne pasta with chicken, garden salad, and homemade garlic bread served with a deep red wine. Pride filled her heart like a waterfall as soon as she saw her love take the first bite and practically moan at the taste. Finally, I can cook at least one thing. Her fiancé excused herself to the bathroom for just a moment, remembering how many germs could linger on unwashed hands. 

Meanwhile…

Liho leapt onto the kitchen counter as you ate your homemade chicken and rice which you were fairly proud of, giving your spoiled pet a bite here and there. Although it was nice having alone time, you really did miss Natasha. You sent her a little, “I miss you baby, come home soon! Work is boring anywayyy” text before chuckling to yourself and setting your phone down…gosh she had you wrapped around her finger. 

Bzzz. Bzzz. The beautiful girl that had cooked a magnificent spread for her soon to be spouse was pulled out of her daydreams by the buzzing of her fiancés phone in the middle of the table. Now it was nothing new to her to check text messages from her partner, they did it for each other regularly actually. Pretty hands plucked the black phone from the table and swiped up, instantly checking the new message.

Her heart dropped into the deep water depths of her soul. She checked one more time to make sure it hadn’t been her partners mother, or maybe a trick of the eyes? But no, it was none of those things. Her beautiful, perfect, genuine, sincere fiancé sat back down at the table and began eating again, not noticing the silence. Green orbs looked up, “What? Why’re you looking at me like that?” And the beautiful, soon to be wife that had just had her dreams shattered couldn’t bring herself to say it. “Nothing, Nat. Just thinking.”  Like clockwork, an hour later her “love”  had to leave, “sorry honey, work. I’ll see you in the morning though.” 

You stretched and nearly fell over the couch as you locked up your apartment, washed up for bed, and climbed into the freshly washed sheets you’d just gotten out of the dryer. Natasha was supposed to text you once she got home hours ago, so you sent her one more text, “Did you get home safe? Lmk, love you!” Minutes later your phone rang.

As soon as her lying, cheating, deceiving fiancé left the apartment, the girl scrambled for her phone with hot tears streaming down her face and neck, barely able to contain the quiver in her voice. She memorized the number that texted her soon to be wife and dialed, a sweet voice answered, “Uhm, hi- hello?” 

“She’s just a liar.” 

so ADORABLE

Spies and Secrets

Summary: Natasha has never met her handler, she couldn’t give you their name or identify their face because she doesn’t know it. When she rants about this to you, her wife, you have to laugh… because you are her handler.

Word Count: 2048

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, lying in the relationship (not in a bad way, just in a spy way), but otherwise it’s just fluff!

A/N: I went back and wrote this idea since it seemed semi-popular. Hope you enjoy :)

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“Will you finally tell me who they are?”

“This again, Romanoff?”

“Just a first name?”

Fury sighs to make his vexation clear, but that’s not enough to dissuade Natasha; she remains determined as ever in her mission and smirks boldly in the face of her exasperated boss.

“Just an initial will get me off your back,” the spy continues through his silence.

Fury scoffs and Natasha knows she needs a different approach.

“If it’s you, you can just say, Sir.”

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this was the PERFECT amount of fluff for my morning

the way she just lets us nap on her is so???? 🥹🥹

A Soft Place to Rest

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You always nap with your head on Natasha’s shoulder or lap, but when will your feelings for each other finally come to light?

Note: Soft Nat as promised! Enjoy this one!

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Natasha smiles when she feels your head fall onto her shoulder. You’re fast asleep as the quinjet continues to soar through the sky.

“I have no idea how she sleeps like that,” Wanda says, chuckling.

“Me either,” Nat replies. “But I’m not complaining.”

You have a tendency to take a nap anytime you can. Often times, that’s right after a mission. And Natasha’s shoulders or lap are always your favorite places to rest your head.

The woman admittedly loves the way you lean on her, but she tries not to let herself believe it means anything. She doesn’t know what it means to you.

The aircraft lands and Natasha stays put. You haven’t woken up yet.

“Y/n,” she says softly after a few minutes.

You open your eyes slowly but don’t lift your head off of her shoulder. You actually bury your face further into her.

“Are we home?” You ask.

“Yeah,” Nat answers. “We have to go debrief.”

“I’d rather just sleep.”

“I know,” Nat says. “Maybe it’ll be quick.”

You sigh and stand up together. You walk side by side into the common room of the compound. At least the team wanted to debrief on the comfortable furniture.

Natasha sits on the couch and you follow in suit. You still feel sleepy as Steve begins to talk.

At some point, you lay down on the couch with your head in Natasha’s lap. Her hands absentmindedly run through your hair as you close your eyes. The mission wasn’t that important anyways. You drift off to sleep.

“Natasha, did she get any of that before she was out?” Steve asks once the meeting is over.

“I’ll fill her in,” Nat assures him.

“You should probably also tell her how you feel about her,” Steve says.

Nat raises a brow at the man. He just shrugs.

“Don’t wait too long is all I’m saying,” Steve says. And with that, you and Nat are the only people left in the room.

She carefully maneuvers a pillow under your head and slips out from under you. She needs to think.

You awake a few hours later and go looking for Nat. Not to your surprise, you find her in the training room.

“Hey,” you greet her. “Thank you for two cozy naps today.”

“Oh, yeah. Sure,” Nat shrugs. You turn around to walk out, but she calls after you. “Y/n, wait.”

“What’s up?” You ask.

You’re back close to her quickly. You can see her chest move quickly. She’s nervous.

“I just- I wanted to tell you something,” Nat begins. You nod to encourage her to continue. “I think I’m in love with you.”

Your eyes go wide at her words. You’ve always liked Nat and felt so safe around her, but you never imagined she’d like you back.

“Really?” You ask her.

“I do. I feel it so much and I was trying to keep it inside me but I can feel it when I’m trying to breathe,” Natasha says.

“I love you too,” you say.

“Really?” She asks, a huge smile on her face.

“Yeah, why do you think I always take a nap on you?” You joke.

“I do enjoy those,” Nat replies. She takes your face in her hands. Her thumbs brush over your cheeks. “I think I’ll enjoy this more though.”

Natasha leans in and kisses you softly. Her perfect lips feel like heaven. You kiss her back until neither of you can breathe.

“So do you want to go take a nap?” You ask Nat.

She chuckles and takes your hand. You’re finally together and it feels so good.

Worth It

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

When the media is far too invested in your relationship, you and Natasha have a conversation

Note: This is a little something loosely inspired by Taylor Swift’s new song, Slut. Everyone stream 1989 Taylor’s Version!

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Dating Natasha has caused you some new problems you never thought you’d have to worry about.

Sure, you knew the Avengers had to answer to the media at times, but you didn’t know that anyone would care about the Black Widow’s dating life. And Natasha herself has even been shocked by it.

When you go out tonight, there’s a few photographers waiting at the road. You ignore them and get in your car to meet to Nat. She meets you at a restaurant in the city.

She looks amazing. Natasha has a magnetism about her that you just can’t get over. You’ve been lovestruck since you met her.

Just like all of the others, this date goes well. It’s only at the end that any trouble happens. Right outside the door is a group of paparazzi.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha says, letting go of your hand to open the door.

“It’s okay,” you say. “For you, it’s worth it.”

You give her your best smile and walk outside of the restaurant with her. The cameras flash like crazy, but you just keep walking. Natasha keeps her hand in yours. You know she’s got you covered.

Once you get into the car, Nat doesn’t start driving yet. She drops her keys back in her jacket pocket and turns to you.

“Y/n,” she begins. You swallow your nerves as you take note of her serious tone. “Do you ever think this will just blow up in our faces?”

You think for a moment before you answer.

“Our relationship?” You ask for confirmation. She nods. “No, but even if it does then I’ll just do it anyways. It’s worth it this once.”

“Really?” Nat asks. “These photographers, the media, it’s just crazy. I never wanted that for us.”

“I know that, Natasha,” you tell her. “It’s not your fault. But hey, you know I think our love can shield us from all of that.”

She hasn’t said it yet. Neither have you explicitly. But you know it’s love.

“Yeah?” She wonders.

“Yeah, babe. Let them look at us. Let them call us what they want. We have each other,” you say. “I’m not saying it’s not hard but I know you’ll rescue me if I need you to. And I’ll do the same for you.”

Natasha smiles at that. She places a soft hand on your face and pulls you in for a slow kiss. The kind that assures you that she wants this to last.

Everything is worth it for her.

I'M CACKLING I LOVE THIS

Scaredy Cat

MASTERLIST ↠ NATASHA ROMANOFF MASTERLIST

Summary: Who knew carving a pumpkin could be so damn difficult?

Warnings: swearing, Tony’s precious kitchen is destroyed

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader (romantic), Avengers x reader (platonic)

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“Noooooo! Natty! That’s not right!!!!!!!!”

“I don’t know what you want from me, detka!!!”

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“Natalia Alianovna Romanoff!!! Put down the knife right now!”

“NO!!!! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO GAVE IT TO ME AFTER THE TINY ONE BROKE!!! NOW LET ME DO IT!!!”

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“What’re you guys doing?” Steve asked, as he entered the living room. Inside was the entire team of Avengers, who look like they’re looking at… Natasha and you…?

“We’re watching Natasha and Y/N carve a pumpkin.” Wanda explained, never taking her eyes off the screen.

“What? What’s so interesting about that?” 

“Y/N bought a pumpkin for them to carve but Nat’s trying to carve a scary face in it and Y/N wants to make it look like a cat.” Clint answered.

“What? Are they carving one singular pumpkin?”

“Yup,” Tony said, distractedly

“Why don’t they just carve two different pumpkins?”

“Y/N/N thought it would be a nice couples thing… Popcorn?” he offered.

“Sure… why not.” Steve grabbed a handful as he sat next to Bucky and Sam.

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“Will you quit trying to make it look scary?!” you screeched, horrified at the face your cat was making.

“Stop trying to hold me back!!! I want a scary pumpkin!!!” Natasha yelled, raising her knife.

“Do not try to threaten me!”

“I wasn’t trying to!!” Natasha argued back.

“Then don’t raise your knife at me!”

“I wasn’t!”

“DO NOT LIE TO ME!!!!” You seethed.

“Whatever!!! Just carve the stupid pumpkin!”

“You know what, no.”

“No?”

“I have a better idea…”

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The team looked confused, as the security camera cut out. “What? What happened??” Sam asked, his mouth stuffed with popcorn.

“No idea…” Tony said, just as confused. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. run a diagnostic scan.”

“It appears that the security camera has been disconnected by Miss L/N.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. responded.

“Can’t you connect it again?” Thor asked, cradling his poptarts.

“It appears to have been done manually,”

“What does that mean?” Bucky asked.

“It means that Y/N either cut the wire or just ripped the whole thing out.” Tony said, “knowing Y/N, it’ll be the latter one. F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you order more cables for the security cams?”

“Already done, sir.”

Before the team could say another word, they heard a huge crash and bang coming from the kitchen. Quickly, they ran towards the sound, only to the entire kitchen covered in pumpkin guts. The top to bottom, ceiling to floor, the entire room was covered. You and Natasha fared no better, Natasha had guts in her hair while you had pumpkin seeds and guts stuck to your clothes and caked onto your skin.

“What the fuck happened in here?!” Tony let out a shrill cry as he looked at his beloved kitchen.

“Well, Nat and I couldn’t figure out how to carve our pumpkin so we just started flinging the pumpkin’s guts at each other.” you answered, wiping away some of the guts from your eyes. Natasha looked at you and smiled, before helping you wipe it all away.

“Who knew a pumpkin had so much inside of it.” Natasha commented.

“I know right?!”

“So, did you guys end up choosing between a cat or a scary face?” Bruce asked.

“Yeah, we… wait, how did you know what faces we were choosing?” you questioned, looking at them suspiciously. “Oh my god! Were you spying on us?!”

“Noooooooo…” they all declined quickly.

“Uh huh… right…” Natasha said, unconvinced.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. said you disconnected the security feed. Please tell me you didn’t rip the wires to shreds.” Tony said, still gaping at what was once his immaculate kitchen.

“Nope, just disconnected it so you guys couldn’t see what we were doing. After Nat and I clean up, I’m gonna go save a couple copies of the feed.” you said.

“Oh, yeah! Bruce, to answer your question, we did end up choosing the pumpkin’s face.” you said, picking it up and showing it off.

“So you picked the cat face?” Wanda asked.

“And the scary face.” you added, turning the pumpkin around to show Natasha’s terrifying carving. “May I present to you, Scaredy Cat.”

“That’s pretty cute.” Clint complimented.

“Thanks…” Natasha responded.

“Why Scaredy Cat?” Thor asked.

“Because it has a scary face and it’s a cat. What’s so hard to understand?” you asked.

“Yeah, exactly. What’s so hard to understand? Now if you’ll excuse me, my girlfriend and I need to shower.” Natasha said, dragging you away.

“What?! No!! Clean this up!!” Tony said, still having a meltdown about his kitchen.

“What was that, Stark? Too far away can’t hear you! Love you! Byeeeeeeeee!!” you said, as Natasha cackled, along with you.

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