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marvels-writings · 5 years ago

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Arson Isn’t the Answer

Requested by Anon: Ahhh 27 with Nat? Thanks :))))

27: don’t - oh my god, how am I going to explain this to my mother?” “We burn the evidence?” “Arson is not the answer here!” “Well, not with that attitude it isn’t.”

A/N: I’m finding myself writing a lot of Nat recently and it’s a welcome break from writing Carol and Maria.

Word Count: 1,090

No one is born a great cook, everyone learnt by practice. Except for Natasha, no matter how much you’d tried to teach her how to cook, she never learnt how to cook anything more than a peanut butter jelly sandwich and cereal.

“Just stir the sauce, I’ll make the meatballs.” You instructed, nudging your girlfriend towards the pan and heading towards the plate with the meat on it.

Natasha shrugged and started stirring the pan gently, a smirk on her face, she lifted the spoon to taste it.

“Y/n, it doesn’t taste that good.” She answered, you tried to stop yourself from groaning and instructed her to watch the noodles while you put the meat into small balls.

Your parents had invited you to their house to stay for a day, you had decided to make them dinner. You’d tried to teach Natasha how to cook a few times, it never ended well. You were hoping this would be the exception since this wasn’t your kitchen or a fireproof kitchen.

“Can I do that at least?” Natasha asked, turning around from the noodles to face you, you shrugged and backed off from the pot.

The redhead pushed her hair behind her shoulder and went towards you, holding her hands on top of the meatballs unsurely. She wore casual sweatpants and one of your sweatshirts. You wore black leggings and the hoodie Natasha had bought you on your first date.

“You have no idea what to do, do you?” You smirked, Natasha took in a deep breath and tried to start making the meatballs, messing it up even further, when she felt you inhale sharply behind her, she stopped.

“I only pretend I know everything.” Natasha said, you laughed and laced your fingers with hers from behind her, your front pressing into her back.

“Then let me help.” You whispered, mixing the meatballs gently, guiding her hands with yours.

“We should definitely do this more often.” Natasha smirked, her face tinged a light pink.

You laughed from behind her and continued mixing the bread with the meatballs before shaping them into small balls as both of you settled into a comfortable silence.

“Y/n, I think the sauce is burning.” Natasha commented, your eyes widened and you instantly unwrapped yourself from the redhead and headed over to the sauce.

“SHIT!” You shouted, switching off the stove and reaching for the pan handle only for it to burn your hand and the sauce to spill all over the kitchen floor and the pan with the sauce toppled over the pot with the noodles.

“You’re shitting me right now.” You muttered, cradling your hand as Natasha turned around with wide eyes, pushing you away from the mess and into the bathroom.

She held your hand under cold water before inspecting the burn, it wasn’t too bad. She sighed and turned back into the kitchen, wincing at the mess of noodles and sauce on the floor.

“I’m guessing your parents won’t want to eat from the floor.” She remarked, your eyes widened when you saw the mess and groaned.

“Oh my god, how am I going to explain this to my mother?” You said, heading into the closet to pull out the steamer to try to clean it up.

The cloth on the steamer turned a bright red. Natasha laughed at your failure, coughing when she caught your glare.

“We burn the evidence?” She suggested, you raised an eyebrow and put the cloth from the steamer into the sink, putting the steamer back in the closet.

“Arson is not the answer here!” You stated, walking back into the kitchen, avoiding the burning sauce and getting a cloth and a dustpan.

“Well, not with that attitude it isn’t.” Natasha muttered, you glared at her and motioned for her to come and help you.

After about half an hour, both of you had cleaned up the mess of noodles, water and pasta sauce on the kitchen floor. The cloth you’d used to clean it was stained red, as was the cloth for the steamer. You groaned and started washing them up, deciding to make burgers instead after throwing all the wasted food into the trash bin.

This time, you left Natasha in charge of music while you made the burger patties and let her assemble them into burgers. It turned out, she was better at arranging the burgers than you were. She made them look fairly decent and set them up on a large tray, putting drinks near it and making it look like a buffet.

“See? Not so bad.” She commented, you raised an eyebrow at her and gestured to your burnt hand.

“That was your fault.” Natasha pointed out, you narrowed your eyes at her and went back to frying the last patty, humming the song softly to yourself while doing so.

The redhead got bored of arranging and came to wrap her arms around your waist, scaring you more than you’d expected. The patty in the metal spatula flipped onto the ceiling.

“Natasha Romanoff, you should be banned from the kitchen.” You said, looking up at the burger on the ceiling, setting down the spatula and turning around in Natasha’s arms.

She was trying her best to look guilty, but she ended up grinning at you anyway. Her grin was contagious, you ended up grinning back at her before pulling her in for a soft kiss, just before you could kiss her, the front door opened to reveal your mother carrying bags in her hands and smiling at you.

“I hope there were no disasters this time.” She said, setting her bags down on the couch and putting her keys on the key rack.

“There wouldn’t have been if we burnt the evidence.” Natasha whispered to you while getting out the wine glasses.

“I am not committing arson.” You whispered back, pretending everything was fine as you tried to scrape the patty off the ceiling.

“Did you kill someone?” Mother/name asked when she saw the red cloths in the sink.

“Yes, y/n is a murderer.” Natasha bit her lip to prevent laughing and continued setting up the table, you rolled your eyes.

“Yep, and my girlfriend is an arsonist.” You stated, hiding the patty behind your back and discreetly throwing it in the trash can.

“Perfect,” Your mom said, you laughed and settled down at the table, talking to your girlfriend and your mother while eating dinner, joking and talking the entire time. Except for the embarrassing stories your mother told Natasha, the dinner was perfect.

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