#natasha romanoff x m!reader

[mymreaderlibrary]

I will forever love the idea of Natasha with a fiancé who is just so painfully average, he’s the most basic guy around with nothing really special going for him. But he adores her dearly and, when he’s not at his job at local general store, he spends his time as her house husband.

[morbidlcve]

Saw that your requests are open so how about a drunk reader confessing her heart out for natasha not knowing they're already dating and stuff (or something along those lines) 👀

Drunk words are sober thoughts.

pairings: natasha x reader

word count: 0.9k

CW: alcohol consumption, vomit, use of painkillers.

an: this was SO fun to write, i hope you like it!!

"One more!" you squeal excitedly, reaching for another shot lined up at the bar. It was girls' night out with you and your friends; you insisted Natasha should come, and you told her that the rest of your friends were bringing their other friends and partners, so she was allowed. "1,2,3!" one of your friends said, and you all downed the shot, sighing heavily as it burned its way down your throat. You jump around with the music that's playing in the background, pulling Natasha by the hand to the dance floor.

Time didn't seem like a concept to you as you partied your little heart out with Natasha, clinging onto her, your arms around her neck swaying back and forth, and your mind adjacent to your body. Natasha stuck by your side the whole night, her warmth always in your proximity; you were safe.

Drinks continued being placed in your hands, and soon enough, your world tilted on its axis, your stomach flipping. "Natty!! You whined, pulling her with you to the bathroom. Ever the lady, Natasha held your hair and rubbed your back gently, muttering soft words of comfort to soothe you.

You leaned back against the stall, staring at the recessed lights, your eyes fluttering shut, attempting to calm yourself down. Natasha had brought wipes with her and began to wipe your mouth, pulling out a new one for the running mascara around your eyes, then your face, to cool you down.

Feeling the cool wetness against your face, your eyes coming into contact with the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Her soft eyes bore into yours, and her lips are turned into a slight smirk. "You're so pretty", you mutter, cupping her face.

She rolled her eyes dramatically. "And you're far beyond intoxicated. Let's get you home", she replied, slowly pulling you to your feet; she wrapped her arm around your side, putting your arm around her shoulder, propping you up against her.

You and Natasha stumbled out onto the bustling street, trying to call a cab while trying to keep you upright. She finally managed to put you into the taxi; she climbed in next to you, noticing you fumbling with your seatbelt. She gently took it from your hands, clipping it in.

As the cab made its way through the streets of New York, your eyes swipe across the woman's features, admitting her to memory. Your hand works its way into hers, pulling her arm into your lap; you continue to stare at her, the many lights on the outer world illuminating her face and the unnatural beauty she seems to possess.

"Do I have something on my face moya lyubov'?" she smiles, turning to face you. You shake your head, "Do you have a girlfriend?" you slur, "Because you're too pretty not to have one."

She laughs lightly, "I do, and if my girlfriend finds out that other girls are trying to hit me up, I would be rather scared for them." She smiles, looking down at your hands entwined.

"Who is your girlfriend?" You ask, your cheeks flaming slightly, "Is she pretty?" you say, looking up at her from your head resting on your shoulder. She meets your eyes. "She's the most beautiful girl in the whole world. I don't think I could ever be without her", she admits to you, her thumb stroking over your knuckles.

Your eyes begin to flutter, and you end up falling asleep against her.

The cab pulled up around the corner of the tower- Natasha softly woke you up, her thumb stroking your cheeks. "We're here, love, wake up"- not wanting to give the driver Natasha's identity, given that he didn't seem to recognize her, she paid him and then took your hand guiding you out of the vehicle.

Natasha hobbled the rest of the distance with you to the tower, where she scanned her card and walked in with you clung to her. She called the elevator and waited whilst it came to pick the two of you up. Her hand stroked your head as you stood there still groggy from your near thirty minute sleep.

Once you got back to her room, she led you to the bathroom so you could go to the toilet, and whilst you did, she quickly changed into her PJs and met you washing your hands. "Sit down, pretty girl", she told you, pulling out your face wash slightly wetting her hands before rubbing the cleanser on your face, removing your makeup.

You just sat there, letting her clean you, putting your toner, serum, and lotion on, your arms wrapped around the back of her legs. She soon moved to brushing your teeth, standing you back up so you could spit out the toothpaste and rinse your mouth. She gave you two painkillers and made you drink a glass of water because she knows you're going to be "dying" tomorrow.

"Go get into bed," she said softly, kissing your nose. She quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth, then came to join you. You were slowly falling back to sleep when she slipped in next to you. "I'm your girlfriend, aren't I?' you whisper, shuffling into her, wrapping your legs into hers. "Yes, you are, my love. Now go to sleep; you're going to need lots of it, " she mutters back, kissing your forehead and slowly drifting off once she hears your soft snores and even breathing.

thank you for reading!! <3 please leave feedback!!

(reqs are open for now!!)

[florencebirdsong]

Natasha backing you against a wall. It’s hard not to get distracted by her arms as they cage you in. Her breath is got against your neck when she asks to fuck you right there.

Training just ended and you’re in the middle of the hallway. But her teeth scrape that sensitive spot on your neck and you’re giving in, just like she knew you would.

Natasha has three fingers buried inside you when Wanda stumbles upon you both. She stares with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. It doesn’t even occur to her to interrupt, or leave. She’s too mesmerised by the muscles in Natasha’s back moving as she slams into you. She’s just as mesmerised by the sounds you make. She never wants you to stop.

A hand sneaks under the waistband of her workout shorts.

[skylarinfinity]

[natasha introduce six months old m/n to clint and steve]

clint: [take baby m/n from natasha and giving raspberry kisses on baby m/n tummy] so this is why you been missing for two years?

natasha: [chuckle awkwardly] sure...

steve: [pinching baby m/n cheek] who's the fath-

clint: no, where do you adopt him?

[natasha stay silent]

steve: [concerned] nat, where do you get this baby?

natasha: [mumble] somewhere in russia...

clint: oh god! you kidnapped this child!!!

natasha: [take baby m/n from clint and hold him closer] oh come on! he doesn't even miss his mum!

steve: [sighed] of course he doesn't because he still a baby and nothing in those tiny brain!

[baby m/n grumble and spit on steve]

natasha: [smile at baby m/n] good job baby!

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[httpjupiterbby]

hi guys, this is my daddy/mommy (pg name: wife 💍). she’s knocking me up tonight; wanted to make this tumblr official. 😛🤰🏻

[marvels-bitch-boy]

Emerald Eyes: Rekindling the fire

Natasha joining Y/N outside of the bar they went to

Natasha: That was so hot, Y/N.

Y/N: *dusting off after a fight* I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

Y/N who looks drunk and drained

Natasha: *admiring him* I'm so in love with you.

[foreverrandomwritings]

HAPPY PRIDE M 🌈

I am humbly requesting the gayest headcannon you can come up with about natasha realizing the new girl at the avengers compound isn’t shy around her bc she’s an assassin but bc she’s got a huge crush on her

thank you I adore you mwah ♥️

Summary: Natasha is super fucking oblivious when it comes to the new girl at the compound having a massive crush on her.

Pairing: Natasha "Black Widow" Romanoff x New Girl!Reader

Warnings: mild angst kinda, guns, murder, knife, swearing, uhm that's it?

Word count: 740

Masterlist M's PMC Masterlist

~Firstly I am super fucking excited to write this. 

~Secondly I adore you as well Darling <3.

~Alrighty let's get going.

~The new girl is the girl behind the computer for the avengers.

~She’s the one back at the compound doing all the logistics, diagnostics and evacuations. 

~Basically coordinates everything for them. 

~She works for all of the avengers when they go on missions. 

~Solo or group ones.

~She gets along well with all of them and has become really fast friends with Thor when he comes to midgard. 

~Also super close to Sam because they have the same sense of humor.

~But for some reason every time she's around Natasha she clams up and blubbers about. 

~She has tripped over chairs, walked into walls and almost sliced a finger off while making something because she had suddenly noticed Natasha hanging around. 

~Sometimes she will completely stop talking mid sentence and get up and go to her room whenever Natasha enters the room.

~Natasha came to the hasty conclusion that the new girl was terrified of her. 

~Which made sense, she did have the most blood on her hands.

~For some reason though it upset her.

~She didn’t normally care what other people thought of her but the new girl was different. 

~She had become completely infatuated by her since the first time she saw her. 

~So as the weeks turned into months she figured she would avoid her to save her from the fear.

~Little did she know how much this upset the new girl.

~She figured Natasha had enough of her clumsy awkardness.

~The new girl confided in Sam about her worries.

~He boldly decided to confront the red headed assassin. 

~Because “ain’t no way someone was gonna hurt his new found bestie for the restie.”

~He cornered the woman at the firing range.

~Which yes was kinda stupid on his part but he’s kind of a dumbass.

~She gave him a confused look as he sauntered up to her with a scowl on his face.

~ “What the fuck is your problem with NG?” He asked her, pointing a finger at her.

~ “I’m not the one with a problem, she's the one scared of me.” Natasha told him as she smacked his hand away.

~The look on Sam’s face had her pausing in her cleaning of the gun in her hand. 

~ “What is that look for?” she asked him hesitantly. 

~He bent over laughing at her question.

~She rolled her eyes and went to move past him, deciding to leave the gun for another time.

~But Sam stopped with a hand on her arm.

~ “For a trained assassin that is supposed to be so skilled at observing people you sure are terrible. She is head over heels for you Nat.” he told her as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

~She stared at him for a long moment before everything started clicking into place.

~The pride flag pin on NG’s backpack.

~The girls love girls shirt she had seen the new girl in on many early mornings in the kitchen.  

~The constant girl in red coming from her room as she screamed the lyrics dancing around with a hairbrush in hand.

~She thought back to all the times a blush had bloomed across the girl's face when Nat tried to talk to her.

~The way she squirmed in her seat as Nat came back from training with Steve and had been covered head to toe in sweat. 

~The new girl did have a crush on her.

~Nat didn’t know how she’d been so stupid and oblivious to the fact. 

~It had been right in front of her face for months now. 

~ “She’s in her office.” Sam told her as he saw everything click into place in the redhead's eyes. 

~She nodded her head swiftly and was heading towards the girl’s office. 

~The new girl jumped as Nat shoved her office door open.

~ “Uh… Can I help you with anything Agent Romanoff?” she asked her nervously. 

~Nat then proceeded to jump forward and land a kiss onto her lips. 

~New girl sank into the kiss and when they pulled away she stared open mouthed at the woman standing in front of her.

~ “Let’s go on a date tonight.” Natasha nicely ordered her.

~ “Yeah…. That-Uh. That sounds good.” New girl said and then Natasha was leaving the room with a shit eating grin on her face.

A/N: I love writing gay shit. I also still have 4 days of headcanons left so if anyone wants to request anything feel free to send something in. My character list is in my pinned post on my blog.

Tags(open): @wkndwlff @sylviebell @theeleggymeggy

[elixirina]

dont be surprised if i re-do my entire acc and narrow down my masterlist to a couple people. love yaaaaaa

[mr-m-murdock]

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE OPF. AMAZING SERIES, CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE.

Ps. Any chance of a slightly jealous Natasha?

It's always reader who is the jealous one.

mine

| natasha x reader | only pretty faces |

warnings: jealousy? societal assimilation? misuse of a prompt for a pillow fight? sorry anon. (But if you want better jealous!natasha, go see fuck around and find out)

a/n: platonic!kate bishop x reader. natasha being dumb

"No, no, you cross your hands over for the first one," Kate says, pushing your wrists this way and that. "Look." She positions your hands palm up and pats them back and forth with her own.

"Okay," you say. Your legs are beginning to cramp. "Start again."

"Okay, sure," Kate says. She claps and you copy. She reaches out a palm, you flatten yours against hers and then you slip your fingers in between hers and grab hold before she can slip away again. The looks of shock, confusion, disappointment and careful amusement crossing her face in quick succession crack your serious expression and you can't help it: you burst out laughing.

Kate yanks her hand away, half-giggling. "Stop messing with me!" she protests.

"But it's funny," you say, your laughs giving in to little hiccups. "Let's play Super Mario again-"

"No, you beat me every time-"

"Please, Kate, please this is soooo boring," you groan.

"I'm giving you your preschool education!" Kate protests.

"I have two Master's degrees," you say, fixing her with a stare.

"Yeah, but you don't know how to play pattycake."

"You're a pattycake. Turn the TV on."

"You are so rude," Kate says, grabbing a pillow and swatting you gently with it. You raise your eyebrows at her.

"You are going to start a war you can't win, Bishop," you warn. Kate just giggles and swats you again. "Alright, that's it." You shove at her, toppling her to the carpet, grab the couch seat cushion, and begin to bludgeon her over the head with it. Shaking with laughter, Kate can do nothing but take it.

"Hey." You pause, the couch cushion poised to deliver a last blow. Kate pants on the floor. Natalia is standing over you, looking sharply curious. "What's going on?"

"She refused to play Mario with me," you grumble. Natalia's shoulders shift somewhat.

"Oh," she says. Like you've relieved her. "Right. Well, you brough it on yourself, Bishop."

"Eirgh," Kate groans.

Natalia touches your cheek, almost absentmindedly, then moves your hair behind your ear. "Don't have too much fun," she says, too lightly. Then she moves away, slow.

"That was weird," you say when she's gone. Then you shrug and bring the cushion down on Kate's shoulders, to squeals and weak protests.

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[rogersideup]

It’s come to my attention that it’s been one whole year since the completion of my very first series. I loved this journey so much 🥹🫶

The Senses of Steve

Series masterlist

✧= Angst ✵=Smut ❃=fluff

The sensory journey of falling in love.

Warnings: This story is for 18+ readers only. Any and all blogs who interact with this story must have age displayed on blog or you will be blocked. Mature themes, mentions and descriptions of injuries, mentions of death and trauma, eventual smut.

Chapter one: Sight ❃ ✧

Chapter Two: Touch ❃

Chapter Three: Hearing ✧

Chapter Four: Smell ❃

Chapter Five: Taste ✵

[mymreaderlibrary]

Natasha Romanoff x male reader drabble

(Y/N = your name, H/C = hair color)

Natasha wakes up to the sound of her phone ringing in the other room. Light is just barely beginning to peek through the blinds and her bedroom is illuminated by a yellow haze. With a huff she begrudgingly untangles herself from y/n’s arms as he continues to sleep peacefully in their shared bed. Nat stretches before scooping up the first item of clothing she sees on the floor. It’s y/n’s hoodie which ends up swamping her in size. It hangs down to her middle thigh and covers most of her hands. Comfy. She zips up the front lazily and pads into the other room, letting out a light sigh as she sees a familiar name light up across her phone screen. “Tony, you better have a good reason to be calling me at… 6:50 am”. She hears him chuckle on the other end, “oh come on Nat, can’t you be at least a little happy to hear from me”, “not when I have a warm bed that’s calling my name”. Nat takes a moment to rub her temples as she can immediately hear the teasing tone build up in the other man’s voice. “Just a bed doing that? No h/c man complaining about a startling lack of cuddles?” “Ha ha very funny Tony, now what do you want?” She responds with blunt sarcasm. “Sadly it’s business, and not the kind that’s good for over the phone. Meet me at the tower in about 20 and I’ll debrief you with everyone” and with a click the call ends. Nat sighs, so much for a lazy morning. If it’s as confidential as Tony is hinting at she probably needs to get dressed in her gear, so she heads back to her room and begins slipping on her suit. A muffled “hmph” sounds behind her as she drops y/n’s jacket back onto the floor. “Leaving already?” Y/n says with a slight slur. “Duty calls” she replies as he rubs his eyes to look at her. “You mean Tony calls”, “same thing”. Y/n rolls over, plopping his head onto the pillows and looking at Natasha with a pout while she finishes the last zipper. “Nat” “yes, котик?” She turns to face him, a teasing smile meeting her eyes. “Be safe out there”. Natasha’s smile turns soft before she bridges the gap between them. The kiss lingers for a moment as she cups his face in her hands. “You know I can’t promise that” “…but you can at least try” she leaned her forehead against his “…I can try”.

[morbidlcve]

bunny love ⋆.ೃ࿔* (❀)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairings: natasha romanoff x reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ word count: 0.91k

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ requests: OPEN

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: mentions of the red room, Natasha’s past, insomnia (if there’s anymore please let me know!)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ AN: hi so… i’m sorry for the inactivity, i had a lot going on and college was kicking my ass, i wrote something short yet cute and i hope you like it!!

Natasha Romanoff is not one to love openly. For most of her life, she has been reclusive and private. She is not one to gossip about what she just did, who she just saw, or what she saw someone doing. She’s a mere bystander in her own life if you will. Her life now (in stark contrast) still hangs within her. Her need to be closed off, untrusting, and unworthy still hangs within her.

Until she met you (clique, I know), it’s true. You brought her out of her shell and taught her that needing and wanting love is okay. It was rocky, the start of your relationship; many times when you wouldn’t talk for a few days, hence the reclusiveness, but she’d come back to you. You wouldn’t hold it against her, heavens no. After all she went through and the significance of the relationship you were building with her held, no, you were patient and accepting. Even if it did make you a little overwhelmed with the mood changes now and then, it was all worth it.

Every sleepless night you would endure, either waiting for her to come home or staying up with her when her thoughts got the better of her, working out (spectating) until she got tired and you took her back to bed. Every little argument you guys found yourselves in. They were minor things really: Natasha returning from a mission injured and not going to medbay, leaving you to insist that you take care of her. Natasha becoming adorably annoyed at you when you don’t send her a good morning or goodnight text (she was based in Europe, and it was still 3 AM for you), so you would have to make it up to her with lots of cuddles when she got back. Little things really.

Over time, especially with your unwavering patience and understanding) Natasha would slowly grow to become ever so slightly bolder out of the comfort of her or your room. For example, she would make your lunch and leave you a little note in the container (and crucify anybody if they were to eat it), rest her head on your shoulder when you guys were in the living area or sit on the opposite end of the couch with her feet in your lap. Baby steps.

Behind closed doors, Natasha was the most delicate person you would ever encounter, truly.

She would be so unbelievably tentative and nurturing and not at all who people think she is.

Her soul lost to the monsters who tainted it and ruined her girlhood, not giving her a chance to fight for herself. She told you she wouldn’t change what happened to her; it has made her so much stronger, and she wouldn’t be where she is today if it hadn’t been for her history. She embraces it. She’s stronger now, and it won’t happen again.

Through all the terrors of her childhood, you’d think she’d be afraid of any form of intimacy or contact. She was at first, she wasn’t clear of your intentions, she was weary. But when you came into her life, full of love, admiration and patience, she backtracked. Of course it scared her, she’d never known love like the one you were more than willing to bestow upon her. But over time, it became a sanctuary for her, a haven, a place where she could shed her masks and her troubles and show her vulnerability, and it was such a beautiful sight.

It was amazing to watch the woman who used to ghost you every time you dropped a compliment become the woman who would come home to you and just lose herself in you. Whether it was gentle loving she needed or reassurance, you were her rock.

She learned that not all people were out to get her, not everyone holds her past against her.

Her favourite way to show you how much she loves you and how much you mean to her is definitely acts of service. She will be the one to make your coffee in the morning, just how you like it, ensure that your towel is warm after your shower, and put your bookmark in your book if you fall asleep reading.

She knows you better than you know yourself. After years of watching people’s behaviour, she picks up on subtle changes in your demeanour or mood. You must believe that she will do anything in her power to help you if she can.

When you truly got Natasha to feel comfortable with you, she would always be on you, your shadow, unless she got called away. Her hand was always in yours, her hand on the small of your back, her hand on your thigh, her hand combing through your hair. You were her life source. You fell first, but you cannot deny that this woman fell harder.

She cannot express how much it means to her, you waiting for her, not giving up on her, she owes you her life, she would say, you saved her for the better.

You also have your downs like every single other person in the world, and it’s Natasha who pulls you back to her. You could be crying, and she would wipe your tears away, her forehead pressed against yours, hands cupping your face, telling you that you’ll face it together.

You were made for each other, so opposite yet so the same.

[florencebirdsong]

Dark au where Natasha takes a deep interest in you. The stalking begins online but quickly evolves to her following you. It doesn’t take her long to know exactly what kind of person you’ll be interested in. She bumps into you, you become fast friends. It’s easy to get you to fall in love with her. She moves you into her home quickly and introduces you to Wanda.

Nothing strikes you as odd. You make a joke about U-haul lesbians and that’s about it.

Wanda is hesitant at first. Natasha is so different around you. Natasha reminds her that the Red Room wiped her personality. Nothing feels natural. She’s whoever she wants, or whatever is most convenient.

Wanda is easily swayed. Natasha tends to have that effect on her. She still keeps her distance from you. She still doesn’t think this is quite right. But it only takes a few days for Wanda to understand where Natasha is coming from. She can barely take her eyes off you. The way you wrap around each other, the way you smile at her. It makes her hands itch.

You make a joke, since Wanda likes to watch so much she may as well stay when you and Natasha get heated. That’s the beginning of the end. Wanda has lost everything she’s ever cared about. She’s not about to lose you too.

It’s not long before you’re discouraged from your job, and then your friends, and then going out all together. They sooth you by insisting they both have to be there when you leave home. But it’s not long before they don’t like that either. It’s so slow you don’t really notice. You’re so happy and grateful to have them no alarms are set off.

One day you blink and realise you haven’t been out in months, you haven’t made a decision in even longer. Natasha is the only one with you that day and she picks up on it quickly. She fucks the thoughts out of you. She reminds you how happy you are. How she and Wanda love you so much and just want you safe. It’s easier to fall back into that docile mindset than realise the magnitude of what’s happened to your life. Natasha is quick to shower you in praise.

Neither she nor Wanda allow you out of their sight for weeks after that. Surrounded by their love, little comments and guiding hands makes it so easy to forget that realisation. What a little less freedom when you have them?

[hyper-fixated-delusions]

Stop this was so cute!!!! 😭🥺

“She leans in and pecks you on the lips, her still warm palm from the drink sinks into your cheek making you forget about the kiss of the sun you were walking towards.” MELTING!! Please I love this!! ❤️❤️❤️ I love Nat!! 😩

Cold hands, Warm hearts

Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader

Summary: Natasha warms you up on a cold day with an impromptu date

A/N: This is for @esouliie ! You can all thank her for this because I don't know when I would have gotten something new finished. This was also the result of there being way too many 'missing Natasha hours' recently (I've also been having a lot of 'missing Wanda hours' too and have re-watched WandaVision because of it). But, everyone... this fic... is so freaking cute and I hope you all think so too. Happy reading and let me know who you think!

"Hey," you hear a familiar rasp from over your shoulder. 

You didn't think you would hear from her so soon. She told you she was going to be busy, which is code for ‘away on a mission’, so have kept yourself occupied for the last few weeks trying not to think of the red head. Which is easier said than done. 

Every morning when you wake up disappointment fills you not seeing her there. Your intertwined lives are now routine. 

It is hard to adjust when she is away, especially when it is for weeks and what feels like no end in sight. On top of that, with missions like these, there is no communication between you to fill the Natasha shaped hole in your life. 

Sometimes you wonder if it would be easier to be involved with someone else, anyone else for that matter, but the thought is gone as quick as it comes because no one could ever replace the way she makes you feel. 

The first week of her absence you filled your free time as much as you could by catching up with friends and family. You constantly found yourself avoiding the question about why you have been so distant recently. It was the one thing Natasha requested from you - not telling anyone about your relationship with her - to, in her words ‘keep you safe'. 

You still remember the way she looked at you. It was the first time you could see past the facade she held, seeing the worry linger in her eyes for a split second. The intensity of her gaze and her hesitance was a strange thing to witness. When you nodded your head in agreement her smile was soft, almost relieved. In that moment you realized you would agree to anything she asked just to see that vulnerable side again. You felt privileged. 

This second and third week have been much slower, a lot of your time has been spent in the four walls of your apartment because of last minute canceled plans and much needed maintenance needed around your home. 

So you decide today, cold be damned, you will be taking a walk through your local park. You shared this little wonder of a place with Natasha in your fourth month of being together, happy to be able to reveal a bit more of you and your life. 

It is a public place, more people pass by here than in the street where you live. But you got to show Natasha all the overlooked secrets; little winding paths that lead to flower gardens, a pond hidden behind some bushes and the gargoyles you can see from one spot when standing in a specific angle by a monument in the center. You even pointed out some regulars you see because of all your time here. From the confined elderly wanting a bit of liberation from their mundane lives to daring children trying to climb the tallest tree they can find. 

A breeze rushes past, the cold chilling you to your bones and you inwardly curse at yourself. Trust you to have picked the coldest day for some freedom. Initially, the brisk air was making you regret your decision, that was until the sun came out. It didn't do a whole lot against the freezing temperature, but it did look pretty against the frost and ice distracting you from the chilly weather. 

The way the sun's rays shine between the branches that stretched out over your head reminded you of spring time and how much you couldn’t wait for the season to change. 

Just as you were about to get out from the clearing for some much needed sunlight and heat on your face, that’s when you heard Natasha. 

It has been so long you think you are hearing things, that is until you turn your head and see her. The long army green coat she is wearing almost makes her look taller. 

Almost. 

Strands of red hair peek out from the beanie Natasha is wearing, a braid is tucked into her pulled up collar and she has a soft smile on her face. One you have noticed she reserves for you. 

It takes everything in you to not run over and jump into her arms, to press your nose into her neck to get a smell of the home you have been craving. 

Big scenes are not her thing, you’ve learnt. 

Instead your eyes drop to her gloved hands holding two hot drinks which takes you out of your stupor and smiling brighter in return. You almost want to ask how she knew where you were but then remember her profession. 

"You look cold," there is a playfulness to Natasha’s voice matching her smirk. 

Regardless of how wrapped up you are, you know your scarf hasn't done much to stop your face from getting cold, it must be covered in a light blush. 

"I could say the same about you," you raise an eyebrow with your own smirk. A noticeable pink tint is adorning her cheeks and nose from the cold bite of the air. You wonder how long she has been trailing you. 

Natasha's smile widens as closes in and hands you one of the cups. You take off your gloves, shoving them into your pocket to allow the heat to bring back the feeling in your frozen hands as you bring it to your nose to take a whiff. Your favorite, of course it is. 

She leans in and pecks you on the lips, her still warm palm from the drink sinks into your cheek making you forget about the kiss of the sun you were walking towards. Natasha disappoints you with how short her lips are on yours, you were hoping for something that was more than just a split second considering how long it has been. 

Although Natasha pulls back it is only by an inch as she remains close to ask, "Where are you going?" 

Her voice is low and her warm breath is a nice contrast to the icy wind. 

Your eyes flutter close as you revel in her presence and soak up the warmth she brings. Brushing your nose against hers you reply, "Wherever my feet take me," you smile and open your eyes to the green ones you selfishly wish to keep to yourself. "I'm glad I have some company now," you whisper. 

"I hope you weren't expecting anyone else," Natasha says with a twitch of an eyebrow. 

You shake your head. "Definitely not," you say, pressing a small kiss to her lips, one that lasts longer than the mediocre one she gave you. "I missed you." 

You like seeing her like this. Carefree. Soft. Unguarded. 

Well as unguarded as can be, it was something you picked up in your first few months of spending time together - Natasha is always alert. The way her eyes flint around every so often, looking around to quickly survey her surroundings, always cautious of any lingering threats. To the untrained eye it looks like she is taking in the scenery, but you know after knowing her for as long as you have. 

Over time it is a habit you have even picked up from her, making you wonder if there are things she has picked up from you. 

Natasha stands by your side allowing you to loop an arm around her waist while you take a sip of your beverage. It leaves a warm trail as it makes its way down your throat. It still isn't as warm as the way Natasha makes you feel though as cheesy as that may sound. 

"Thank you for this, I didn't realize how much I needed it," you say, signaling the paper cup. 

She smiles at you to acknowledge your gratitude. "You're never one to think ahead, plus I saw you shiver," Natasha remarks. 

You scoff, shaking your head, "I did not shiver." 

Some children are laughing not too far in front of you which distracts both of your attentions away from your conversation. A large puddle of water has frozen over and seems to be the main source of entertainment for the little gang. 

The two of you stop to watch their innocence, a pang of jealousy hits you because of how carefree and innocent they are. Not a single worry showing on their faces in this cruel world. 

You have been fortunate to only hear about the atrocities always going on. More so since you started to date Natasha. She doesn't go into detail about her line of work but the faraway look she has on her face sometimes after certain assignments tells you all you need to know. It fills you with pride knowing you are Natasha’s source of domestic normalcy. 

One of the snuggly wrapped up boys slips and tries to regain his footing before he falls to the ground making you let out a breath of laughter. The scene is something straight from a cartoon as the boy tries to find balance when trying to stand again while the rest laugh at him. A boy in a puffy gray coat, who is howling with laughter, loses his feet from under him sending him straight to the ground landing on his butt making the rest of them exclaim even louder. 

The smile you see in your peripheral vision tells you Natasha is enjoying this too. 

"How long had you been watching me before you decided to come over, stalker?" You ask, curiosity getting the better of you. 

"Long enough to see you shiver," Natasha accuses in her husky voice. 

You bark out a laugh, "I do not shiver!" 

"Yeah, yeah, you keep lying to yourself," Natasha smirks. 

You spend long minutes, people watching while sipping on your drinks and basking in this precious stolen time you get to spend with each other. 

The children are fewer now, some of them have left with their parents while the rest stay. They have started a game to see who can stay on their feet the longest as they try to knock each other down. 

Sometimes you forget Natasha’s past, what little you know of it, and almost ask about her childhood. You bite your tongue to stop yourself from asking 'What did you get up to as a kid?’ 

Instead, you face Natasha as she continues to stare on at the scene; her side profile is enough to show her fatigue. You place your empty cup on the wall beside you so you can take her face in your hands. 

Natasha takes your lead to turn in your direction allowing you to take in all of her features. 

"You look tired," you whisper in concern as your thumb rubs along her cheekbone. 

"Gee, thanks(!)" Natasha chuckles at her own sarcasm. 

"Nat," you start, ready to reprimand her for not being serious. 

"We’ve had some long days. But don’t worry, I'll be off for the holidays,” Natasha replies. “You'll have me for two weeks. That’s enough time for you to get sick of having me around. By the end of it you’re going to want to be rid of me." 

"Impossible," you say without thinking then lean in to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. 

Natasha turns her head slightly to meet your lips, sighing when she allows herself a moment of being wrapped up in you. 

A buzzing sound makes you stop before you can deepen the kiss any further. You let out a breath of disdain from Natasha’s phone ruining your moment. Natasha smiles at you apologetically, taking the device from her pocket. 

While Natasha checks the notification you give her some privacy, picking up both empty cups to discard them. 

When you return and meet Natasha's eyes, the sparkle that was there just moments ago has faded as regret takes over. She is being called back. 

"Three more days, then you're all mine, Romanoff,” you smile. “And for a whole two weeks!" you exaggerate in hopes to lessen the blow of her having to leave. "How did I get so lucky? I guess I'm being spoiled this season." 

You know you succeed when you see the corners of Natasha's lips raise slightly before she holds onto your coat and pulls you in kissing you again. 

Her phone buzzes impatiently, interrupting you again . 

"I have to go," Natasha says, her warm breath fanning over your face as she rests her forehead against yours. ”But just know, I’m the lucky one here.” 

You smile at her confession and revel once more in the warmth she provides before you have to face the harsh cold that comes with the Winter months alone. 

Kissing Natasha’s forehead you meet her loving green gaze once more. "Come back to me," you breathe out as light as the breeze chilling you. 

"Always," Natasha says, sweetly and just as quiet. Her voice carries the weight of more than the one worded sentence she has spoken. 

Taking a breath, Natasha gives you a final peck before she drags herself away from you. 

Your arm stretches out as Natasha walks away, your hand lingering in hers for those extra few seconds of comfort. But mostly because you don't want to let her go. 

Saying goodbye is always difficult no matter how short the visit. 

As you watch her walk away you think about the first time you met the assassin. 

Out of all the windows in the city Natasha crashed through yours. Your shock had you frozen in place until she tried to stumble out of your apartment but collapsed from fatigue because of the fight she had just endured. 

After getting over the fact an Avenger covered in dirt and blood had ruined your new rug, you used your limited first aid knowledge to nurse her back to health. When she awoke a few hours later, she told you just how crappy of a job you had done. 

What got Natasha’s attention was when you quipped back saying you should have let her bleed out to make a quick buck off of all of her equipment to pay for the damages she caused. 

When she left a short while later you didn’t think you would ever see her in person again. You were looking forward to being able to tell all the people in your life about the encounter with an actual superhero. 

Reality hit you in the gut with the name of ‘Non Disclosure Agreement’ and a clean up crew which you couldn’t be mad about. 

Unbeknownst to you, after your first meeting Natasha couldn't stop herself from wanting to see you again. Her mind drifted to the ‘kind’ (your words not hers) stranger who applied sloppy bandages to her arm and stomach. The messy job would have gotten infected if she hadn’t woken up. Natasha caught herself smiling at the memory too often and had to force herself to be present for work. 

Life went on and your encounter felt less and less real as each day passed. Until one evening, while in your office building working late, you received a call telling you you were needed on the roof. Skeptical as you were, you obeyed thinking of the promotion you had been working so hard toward. 

What you hadn’t expected was a fully healed Black Widow to emerge from the shadows, playfully schooling you to not comply with shady orders received late at night. Then insulting you with how boring your life was and how you should learn to cook for yourself instead of wasting all your money on take-out. 

Surprise was an understatement and instead of letting that show, like your mouth wasn’t already slightly hanging open from the shock while she spoke, you decided to play Natasha’s game and call her out for the stalker that she was. 

Since then your meetings have been sporadic but it didn’t stop you both from falling for each other. Who knew a year and a half on you would be in a relationship with each other, life would have made more sense if you had stopped talking. But you have defied the odds and are still going strong. 

When you make it back to your apartment you find flowers waiting for you on the kitchen counter making you smile. A card attached to them with a message in Natasha’s handwriting that reads ‘3 more days ♡’ makes you feel like your heart is going to burst from emotion. 

Needless to say that smile never left your face throughout you making dinner all the way up until the moment you go to bed that night. Natasha somehow always has a habit of making you feel like a giddy teenager. 

You couldn’t wait to see her again. The gift you have been wanting to give to her for a few weeks has been hidden under your towels in the kitchen cabinet. You can only hope she doesn't already know about it. 

The next time you are together you are going to give her a key to your apartment so that she knows she will always have a place to come back to. 

A place she can call home. 

[marvels-bitch-boy]

Emerald Eyes: the things we do for love

Y/N and Steve talking during a team dinner

Y/N looks across the room with a soft smile and whispers: I would do anything for her...

Steve looks and sees Natasha playing with morgan

Y/N: I would die for her... *sighs* I would kill for her...

[foreverrandomwritings]

fandom jumping again, i'm going with my first love Natasha Romanoff on this one ❤️

"We tried our best." and "It hurts, but I'll live."

Uncompleted Missions

Summary: Natasha gets hurt on a mission that was anything but the simple one you were expecting. Will she recover quickly or will you be stuck waiting to see her open her eyes again?

Pairing: Natasha "Black Widow" Romanoff x gn!reader

Warnings: Mentions of injury and slight angst.

Word count: 1055

A/N: This was originally Friday's post but I changed my mind to make this a Women Crush Wednesday post instead. My Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw fic that was supposed to be today is now on Saturday's slot!

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The mission you had been sent on was supposed to be a simple one. Retrieving data from a hydra base that was supposed to be empty. Natasha was supposed to go alone but a last minute decision by Fury had you tagging along. Neither of you minded though as you both enjoyed the time together. You had been dancing around your feelings for one another for years at this point. 

The mission did not go as planned though. Natasha laid on a table unconscious, you were sitting in a chair not far from her. Her red hair was messily splayed around her head. You had tried to keep your eyes open. The thought of not being awake when she came to made you feel uneasy. You thought briefly about the data you had left behind. But as the exhaustion from the day overtook you your eyes slipped closed.

You shot up out of your restless sleep at the sound of a grunt. Your eyes shot to the table. Natasha was attempting to sit up with a hand reaching up to her head. You got out of your seat and made your way towards her. Placing a hand on her shoulder she stilled her movements. 

“What the fuck happened?” she asked you as she laid her head back on the table. 

“We tried our best. But there was an enhanced we weren’t aware of on the base. They knocked you out somehow. I killed them before they could get to me.” you told her as you thought about the fear that coursed through you at the sight of her body collapsing before you. 

“Where are we?” she asked as her eyes took in the small room around her. You sat back in the chair when you were sure she wasn’t going to sit up.

“I’m not really sure. About thirty or so minutes away from the base I'm assuming.” You replied, shrugging your shoulders. You hadn’t really known where you were heading as you hurriedly left. Just wanted to find somewhere that you could stop for the night quickly. This was the first building you came upon. It was nothing more than a run down shed. A table and two chairs were the only thing left standing in the structure. 

“How’d you get me out?” she questioned you, her mind racing at the thought of you dragging her out of the building without any back up. 

“I carried you out on my back. Tied your hands around my neck with some rope I found in the base while we were on the bike.” You had both ridden a single motorcycle there. The vehicle was quick and easy to hide. Natasha had borrowed it from some guy named Rick Mason that she had business with for years. 

“How long was I out for?” Natasha was always one for questions, so the amount of them wasn’t surprising you at all.

“About six hours.” you replied as you looked at your watch doing the math quickly. 

“Did you call for extraction?” she asked you as she felt around her pockets for her phone. 

“They should be here within the hour. There weren’t any other agents stationed around here. So they are sending someone from Italy.” your shoulders sank as you thought about having to face Fury without the data. 

“Do we have enough time to go back to the base and retrieve the data?” her eyes met yours. 

“We are not going back to that base.” you told her sternly, shaking your head violently. There was no way you were going to go back to that base anytime soon.

“How’s your head?” you changed the subject before she could push it.

“It hurts, but I'll live.” she said as she ran a hand across her forehead. 

“You scared me, ya know?” you asked her as your voice shook eyes studying the floor beneath you. You and Natasha had been through so much together. It was typically you being the one getting hurt. She pretty much always saved you. You weren’t sure how she did it so often. You only did it once and you never wanted to do it again. The thought of losing her made you nauseous. 

“I know, little one. I know.” She said as she finally sat up. She climbed off the table and dropped to her knees in front of you. The nickname she had given you all those years ago made your heart ache. 

Thoughts of your first meeting flashed through your mind. You had both been sent on the same mission but for different reasons. She was there to kill the person you were sent to protect. She had looked at you and hadn’t expected much from your small stature. But you proved her wrong and she gained a massive amount of respect for you. You had been sent on the mission with Barton to find and eliminate her. But you had somehow convinced him to recruit her instead. A swaying factor in her answer was the fact that you were present. 

“Look at me?” she asked you sweetly, a hand coming to rest on your knee. You brought your eyes up to hers and you saw a look of understanding in them.

“It never gets better. Everytime I save you I feel sick for days. I don’t know what I would do if I ever lost you.” Her other hand came to tuck a strand of your hand behind your ear. 

“I love you.” You told her suddenly. You had said it to each other before. But this time was different. You knew she understood that as her eyes softened. 

“I love you too.” then her lips connected to your own. Slow and soft as tears came down both of your faces. You brought a hand to her chest feeling her heart beating within the cage of her ribs. She was here with you, she was safe and alive. The fear you endured seeping through your lips into the kiss. You finally pulled back as you struggled to breathe. Your foreheads rested against each other as you both came to a silent agreement that things would never go back to the way they were before this moment. You would forever and always be it for each other until your very last breath.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this! Genuinely can't wait to write for her more in the future! Thank you so much for this request! Happy Woman Crush Wednesday!

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