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Summary: Long, stressful nights. What happens when you go to a park to relax and a teenager approaches you?

Category: Uh, tbh idek. Slight angst slight fluff

AN: HI! Its been so long. My writers block and perfectionism hit me hard lol. I'm just trying to get back into the swing of things. Sorry in advance for typos or anything lol, I'm trying my best. Let ne know if i should do a pt 2 of this! Also! Thank you for 69 follwers. . . Nice. Anyways! Love you all! Enjoy!

Pairing: Natasha romanoff x Avengers reader, Avengers reader x(platonic) OC

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Uh none? Idk what would be a warning. Let me know if you find any!

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Bench sitting. It seemed like your only hobby lately. Along with people watching. Some would call it a waste of time but for you, it's the only thing that makes time bearable. 

Being an Avenger wasn't all glory and fun as the media, or Tony Stark for that matter portrayed it to be. There was sacrifice, tough choices, and sometimes the worst of it, no choices at all. That's what makes people watching relaxing for you. Looking at people you'll never know and imagining their bland civilian life. The life you wish you could have. The life you would never have.

At the moment you were sitting at a park that looked connected to a joint middle and highschool. Kids were out on the grass chatting with one another before school started. Some were doing homework. Others were riding skateboards. Some adults were dropping kids off and others were just strolling through the park. You, a total stranger, was just sitting, observing, making sure neither the kids nor adults were hurt. It sounds weirder than it is. You were just imagining what it's like to be them. Having small, miniscule problems that seem like the end of the world at the time. Being able to only worry about if the highschool 'it' couple had broken up, or if you had enough time for video games after the load of homework that was given.

"Staring at a bunch of highschool kids? Seems pretty creepy to me." 

You were taken out of your mind at the voice. Looking up you discovered what looks to be a teenage girl looking down at you. You furrowed your eyebrows. Why is she talking to you? Doesn't she have anything better to do.

"I wasn't staring at anyone." You replied, giving the kid a glare.

"Sure looked like it." She sat down next to you while you rolled your eyes.

"It's a public park. I'm just. . . people watching."

"Ohhh, so you're one of those types." She asked, throwing her elbows behind the bench.

"What?" You turned to look at her. She is really starting to annoy you.

"Ya know, the introverted but secretly deadly type." She looked at you and smiled. You couldn't but just stare at her, shocked and confused.

"You're doing it again." She pointed at your face.

"If I'm so deadly and creepy then why are you sitting here, talking to me." You asked, getting aggravated.

She just shrugged.

"You seemed like interesting conversation." You furrowed your eyebrows at her once again.

"Yeeeah, right." You said awkwardly, looking down at your lap.

There was a pause before she spoke again. During that pause you were praying to whatever higher power was out there that this girl would leave you the hell alone. 

"My names rylee." She extended her hand out to you. Your eyes shifted from her hand to her face multiple times but with a sigh you took her hand.

"Y/n." You replied and she smiled.

"So, what's it like being an Avenger?" At her question you just sighed and put your head in your hands, rubbing at your eyes. 

After a couple minutes of silence rylee began to understand you weren't gonna answer her question.

"So, what are you-" 

"How old are you anyways? Like 12?" You interrupted her. You were annoyed by her questions and the fact that she interrupted your time to decompress. Although now she looked offended.

"If you must know, I'm 16." She said with faux offense while you snorted.

"Don't you have friends to talk to?" You looked at her with an eyebrow raised. 

"No." She replied looking down while you sighed once again. Looks like that's a sore subject. "The kids here are assholes."You snorted again.

"Aren't all kids assholes?" You asked while looking at her.

"Good point." She's still looking at her shoes. Shit now you feel bad. You just upset a kid with no friends.

"Hey." You got her attention. "I'm sorry for being rude before. I shouldn't have-"

"It's alright, I'm used to it." You still felt bad. Did she have a lunch packed, or money? Maybe you could make it up to her.

"I- Uh. Do you have a lunch?" You asked awkwardly as she looked at you weird.

"No. I didn't have time to pack one this morning." Perfect. You can make amends. You pulled your wallet out of your pocket. taking your some of the bills out and counting them up. How much do school lunches cost? You wouldn't know, you never went. Rather be safe than sorry, right? Taking some of the cash in your hand, you handed it to her.

"Here, this should do."

"100 dollars? I can't take this." She tried handing the money back to you but you declined.

"You need food, kid." 

"I don't need 100 bucks! That'd last me like an entire year!" She gestured the money back at you to take it but you just stared at her.

"That's fine." You shrugged.

"But I don't usually buy lunch here, I pack it. There's no way I need this much." She kept trying to get you to take back the money.

"Then spend it on something else." 

"No. I'm not taking this." She threw the bills in your lap.

"And I'm not keeping it." You grabbed the backpack that she sat in front of her and unzipped it.

"Hey! You can't just grab my bag! That's personal property!" You just ignored her protests and attempts to get it back while you threw the money in the bag, zipped it back up and then placed it on her lap.

"I'm not taking it back, and that's final." You said in a firm motherly tone.

She was about to speak again in protest but the school's bell rang. She groaned in defeat and stood up.

"That's my queue, I guess." She says, starting to walk away but stops mid step and turns to face you once more. "Hey, if you're gonna go 'people watching' again, come back here. I had fun." The girl then disappeared into the crowd of other students. You continued to just stare at the closed doors of the school, eyebrows furrowed, trying to comprehend the last 30 minutes. 

"What the hell just happened?" You said to yourself out loud. Then swinging yourself up to start walking back to the compound.

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"Where'd you run off to this morning?" She huffed in her groggy morning voice.

You felt a kiss go to your shoulder as arms wrapped around your waist. Natasha had woken up.

"That park by west 54th. I needed some time to think." You replied, sipping your coffee at the island of the compound's kitchen. You felt her arms tighten around you. She rested her head in between your shoulder blades. 

She just wanted to feel you. You knew how much she hated waking up alone. Your head was going wild last night and by the time the sun had risen, only then did you realize how small the room suddenly felt. It was suffocating. As if you didn't leave that bed when you did you might've just fallen dead right there.

You felt Natasha kiss your back once again but this time you could feel the worry seeping off her. She was anxious for you but she didn't understand why and you knew that. You moved your free hand down to one of the arms wrapped around you, caressing it with your thumb.

"Is everything okay?" She had finally got the nerve to confront you about it. It took a lot of trust for her to share her concerns. You knew that as well but you just couldn't bring yourself to tell her the truth.

"Yeah, I just- I met this kid at the park." You changed the subject. Natasha knew you were deflecting but she complied.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, Her name was Rylee. She seemed like a good kid. She said she had no friends which left a bit of a bad taste in my mouth but she wants me to go back tomorrow to talk again." Natasha raised her eyebrows at that.

"Are you gonna?" She plants another careful kiss on your shoulder.

"I have no idea." There was a short pause after that. Natasha gently turned you around so you were face to face, keeping her arms around you. 

"I think you should." She said with a gentle smile.

"What? Why?" You put your hand around Nat's neck, once again caressing it with your thumb.

"She needs a friend and you need to get your mind out of work. Could be a good thing for the both of you." She placed a gentle kiss on your cheek.

"I don't wanna leave you again." You whispered. 

"I'll wake up earlier-" You interrupted her.

"No, no. I refuse. You don't need to-" She put her hand over your mouth to shut you up and slightly giggled at your wide eyed expression. 

"Relax. I can always go back to bed after you leave. Plus it wouldn't hurt to get a jump start on the mountain of paperwork that always gets thrown on my desk." Natasha holds a gentle yet playful smile on her lips and you can't help but to think how lucky you are to see her like this. When you two had first got into a relationship she was always extremely hesitant and would almost never initiate any type of intimacy. Now she touched you as if you were familiar to her. She was gentle, considerate, and loving. Everything you thought you'd never have.

You grabbed her hand from your mouth, pressing it back to your lips for a second to kiss it and then put it back around your waist. Nat smiled at the action. You were also always gentle with her. You knew she could handle herself but still wanted to take care of her. You never tried to fix her, you just held her and listened.

"I love you Natalia." You said as you tugged her into a hug.

"And I love you, sweetheart."

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