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Tolerate it

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Nobody said marriage was easy, but no one ever said it would be this hard. Based on Taylor Swift's song 'Tolerate it.'

Warnings: angst

Word Count: 2,575

↳ Please, be aware that English isn't my first language, fell free to tell me if there are any mistakes.

You were on the porch, sitting on the rocking sofa, pretending to read a book while the dinner food warmed up in the oven. From time to time, you turned your eyes from the book to face the street, expecting to see Natasha's car parking in front of the house.

It was after eight o'clock and she still wasn't home, staying late at work was one of her new habits. You didn't know if you hated it or not. Not having Natasha around was hard, and having to see her with her distant behavior towards you was also hard. You only needed to decide which one was harder.

The only thing you could do to distract your mind from all the bad things that were going on in your life was to clean the house, cook meals, read on the porch, and take care of the garden. In fact, you thought this was the least you should do, especially since Natasha was working twice as hard to pay all the bills.

Becoming a housewife was certainly a long way from your plans, but the country was in crisis and the unemployed were on the rise. You did job interviews every week, but never passed one. You recently had read in the newspaper that half of the state's population would end the year unemployed, these were difficult times.

However, it wasn't so bad to polish plates until they were gleam and glisten, or to gossip about the neighborhood with Agatha Harkness, or to make big meals instead of just ordering take-out. If Natasha valued your effort, you would have gotten used to that life easily, but since she didn't, it wasn't worth a damn.

You were trying your hardest to please her. You decorated the house the way she liked it best, cooked her favorite meals, let her choose the music everytime you both were driving, used her favorite perfume even though it was the most expensive one, and always let her eat the last piece of cake. But no matter how hard you tried, Natasha never seemed satisfied.

You didn't remember when your wedding turned out like this, you begging to have a real conversation that showed any little glimpse into her life, instead of just a brief hi before she was out again.

Sometimes you remembered your happy moments together, when Natasha really opened up to you and didn't push you away, you secretly loved when she placed a long kiss in your temples and told the stupidest jokes just to make you laugh.

Where did all that go? Because now Natasha barely looked you in the eyes. Was it something you said that made her stay away or did she meet someone else? Or perhaps, she was still in love with some ex girlfriend? Or all of this was just in your head and she was only tired from working so damn much?

You sighed heavily as your thoughts consumed you. You weren't even paying attention to the book in front of you, just turning the pages without even reading a full sentence. The cold night wind made your skin crawl, it was getting more and more late and Natasha hadn't arrived home yet.

You peeked inside your own house through the window, the food you had put in the oven was almost ready. With a yawn, you closed the book and got up from the rocking sofa, ready to enjoy dinner alone, since Natasha would probably only be back after midnight.

The noise of the wheels on the cement pavement made you stop walking. You almost slipped the book in your hands when you saw Natasha's fancy car, which she bought with the sweat of her hard work, parking in front of the house.

Your heart raced in your chest the moment Natasha got out of the car. Even with the tired expression of working late, she still managed to be stunning in the moonlight, making you lose your breath when you saw her approaching with a small smile on her beautiful features.

When she finally came face to face with you, you thought for a moment that she was going to kiss you. You even leaned forward a little to feel her sweet lips on yours.

"I'm sorry for being so late." Natasha quickly said, staring away from you and hiding her hands in her pants pocket. "I got stuck at work, you know how it is."

"Oh." You looked down, disappointed by her action. You just wanted to kiss your wife, was that too much to ask? "Yes, I figured."

Natasha's nostrils flickered slightly when a delicious smell infiltrated her nose. "What's smelling so good?" She asked, opening the door of the house, she waited for you to enter first, earning a shy smile from you.

"It's dinner, you arrived just in time." You walked towards the kitchen while she adjusted her suit in a more comfortable way.

After washing your hands, you sat at the table that you prepared with fancy cutlery, the delicious smell of freshly baked food filled the air making your stomach growl with hunger.

Natasha ate the food in silence, your gaze shifting from your plate to her face.

You waited for Natasha to comment on her day, to say something random that had occurred at work, but she remained quiet. The noise of cutlery and chewing food were the only sounds in the dining room.

This time you didn't make any small talk, you imitated Natasha's quiet demeanor. You thought she would miss you talking about your monotonous day, but she didn't. It was pretty much possible that she hadn't even noticed that you were quiet.

Natasha wiped her mouth with her napkin, and finally turned her eyes away from her plate to look at you. "The food is really good." She said, almost finished eating.

You smiled sheepishly at her. At least she had the decency to compliment the food. "Thank you."

And those were the only words the two of you exchanged during dinner. Natasha didn't bother to ask what you spent the entire afternoon doing, she didn't kiss your temples, much less tell a stupid joke to make you laugh.

She just sat in her chair and ate the food that you had so lovingly prepared, using the fancy cutlery you had put on the table. And you, sitting across from her, watched her tolerate it all.

Natasha was lying on the bed with her head low, reading her book, too focused on the story to pay attention to you.

You were sitting in the armchair near the window and not far from the fireplace, watching Natasha, noticing everything she did and didn't do. Her diaphragm moved as her breathing slowed, sometimes her lips moved to try to read a difficult word more easily, and her eyebrows occasionally furrowed slightly as she read.

It must be a good book, you thought, since she couldn't take her eyes off the pages for a minute.

With a sigh, you got up from your chair and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth. After that, when you returned to the room, Natasha was in the same position as before.

"I'm tired." You said, getting her attention. Natasha's eyes finally stopped giving attention to the book, she looked at you surprised, as if she had forgotten you were there. "I'm going to sleep."

"Oh." Natasha spoke. "Goodnight, Y/N."

No kisses or hugs, no pet names, no reluctance for you to stay awake with her. Just Goodnight, Y/N.

You turned off your lamp and sat up in bed.

It felt like Natasha had stuck a dagger in your chest, and it squeezed every day that she was distant with you, every day that she didn't kiss you, or didn't care to ask how you were doing. The blade of the dagger pierced your skin, suffocating you with pain, and often you thought you would die before it even reached your heart.

All you had to do was remove the dagger, one pull would be enough for this silent torture to end.

No, you thought, Natasha is older and wiser, she knows better than me. She would have the courage to say that things were no longer the same, right? Maybe that was the way the marriage was and you were just paranoid.

But if marriage really was like that, you would prefer to be alone. Because being alone would be better than living with someone who tolerates your presence all the time.

"You don't love me anymore." The words came out of your mouth before you could contain them, they were loud and clear, your tone of voice didn't show all the pain you were feeling as you made that painful statement.

You instantly turned your body towards Natasha, there was no way she couldn't have heard what you had just said. She remained sitting on the bed, finding it difficult to look you in the eye.

Natasha closed the book quietly and put it on the bedside table, your words were difficult to digest. She could say that you were crazy for saying such a thing.

But it turned out that your statement wasn't crazy. And Natasha's silence was enough for you to realize that.

"God, I thought it was just a thing in my head!" You spoke, your voice breaking as you held back the tears that desperately wanted to overflow your face. "Please Nat, tell me I'm crazy, tell me I've got it wrong, tell me that you love me."

Just like you, Natasha was also with teary eyes. It hurt her seeing you so fragile, with your voice trembling because of her. Natasha never wanted to cause you pain.

"If I say that, it won't be true. And I could never lie to you."

You rose from the bed indignantly. "But clearly you can pretend that I don't exist!" You started walking towards the closet, taking your clothes out of there. Natasha followed your footsteps. "You could have been honest from the beginning, but you waited for me to take the initiative to finally leave us in ruins!" You shouted as you grabbed your clothes, placing them on the bed, until you picked up a suitcase that was stored on the top shelf of the closet you and Natasha shared.

You threw your clothes into the suitcase, Natasha watched you in silence, she didn't try to stop you, which made everything even worse. It meant that she didn't care if you left or not.

You looked deeply into Natasha's green eyes, she held your gaze, not once looking away. "You're a coward." You spat the words in her face, as if they were poison.

Natasha didn't defend herself, she just stood there, watching the tears streaming down your face. You were right, she was a damn coward for letting you suffer all this time, testing your limits, to see how far you could take her cold and distant behavior.

"Is there someone else?" You asked, after you finished packing your bag.

"No." Natasha said, firmly. She would never cheat on you, even if she didn't have any feelings for you anymore. "There's no one."

You wished she had cheated on you, the pain would certainly be much less. But Natasha didn't stop loving you because she found someone else, she just... simply stopped loving you for no reason at all.

Natasha's calmness made you feel even more irritated, all that seemed so natural to her, like an usual routine.

"I'm going to Agatha's." You said, even though Natasha didn't ask. "I'll pick the rest of my stuff later."

You made mention of leaving the room, but Natasha stopped you by holding your forearm. You looked at her, meeting her green eyes. This was the moment she'd tell you she was sorry, that she'd try to make things better, that she'd prove herself worthy of your love again. And you would be reluctant to give her a second chance with you, but eventually you would give in, because after all, she was Natasha Romanoff, the woman you married and vowed to love every day.

You waited for Natasha to beg for your forgiveness, but when her lips moved, she said: "Go with my car, it's cold, and you're in your pajamas."

You huffed. Was that serious? Was that all she had to say to you? After all you had been through together, this was the goodbye she was going to give you?

You pulled your arm away from Natasha's touch. The whole thing was ridiculous, the whole situation seemed like a bad nightmare that didn't end. You thought that you and Natasha would live happily ever after, not the other way around.

That woman, who was following you as you made your way out of the house, was not the woman you had fallen in love with.

You didn't do what Natasha asked, you went to Agatha's house by foot, your face wet with tears and wearing your baggy pajamas.

On the porch, Natasha saw you leaving, she noticed that your steps were hurried, almost determined. She watched the evening wind ruffle your hair, you were leaving for good. Natasha only hoped that you would realize that this situation was also difficult for her. She still loved you, but not in the same way that you loved her- at least that was what she believed - and she only hoped that you could understand that.

Natasha waited for you to look back, she had regretted it. You deserved a better farewell than that, a decent last fight. Apparently not even that she was able to give you. She had noticed the attempts you had made to please her over the past few months, and it only made Natasha realize even more how unworthy she was of your love.

Natasha knew that your love should be celebrated, and that was the last thing she was doing. You deserved to be loved the right way, and she hated herself for not being capable of doing that.

If you looked back, Natasha would say all this. She would make you understand her motives, she would scream and cry, beg for your forgiveness, beg you not to hold a grudge against her. And maybe, in the middle of all this, she would realize that she loved you, she was just afraid that her love wasn't enough.

That's why Natasha hadn't ended things earlier, she didn't want to let you go, because deep down she still was high over heels in love with you.

You just needed to look back, so that she could have the courage to say it.

You walked slowly towards Agatha's house, some part of you thought that Natasha would regret it, that she would scream your name and ask you to stay.

You had finally pulled the dagger out of your chest, you were free. However, as strange as it seemed, there was no feeling of happiness in that, only the emptiness of where the blade used to be.

You were determined, tomorrow you would have to look for a lawyer, you could visualize yourself signing the divorce papers, and never seeing Natasha in your life again.

The thought of looking at her one last time crossed your head, you knew she was watching you leave.

But the thought was just that; a thought and nothing else.

You didn't look back.

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Broken Promise

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You’re having a hard time making friends since you moved to a new city, but that might change when a girl sits next to you on the school bus.

Warnings: bullying, death, fluff, angst

Word Count: 7,766

↳ Please, be aware that English isn’t my first language, fell free to tell me if there are any mistakes.

You would enjoy riding the school bus more if it weren’t for Peter Quill and his friends. They sat in the back seat and talked a lot of bullshit in very loud voices. You were never able to understand how some people could have so much energy in the morning.

You sat in one of the front seats, next to the window, and as far away from Peter and his friends as possible. You always sat alone with your earphones on, listening to your favorite music while you looked at the same views that you had seen so many times before.

It was a usual and common routine, but you liked it.

You knew exactly the route the bus took to school, so when the driver stopped at a place he never stopped, you were the first one to notice.

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Broken Promise

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You're having a hard time making friends since you moved to a new city, but that might change when a girl sits next to you on the school bus.

Warnings: bullying, death, fluff, angst

Word Count: 7,766

↳ Please, be aware that English isn't my first language, fell free to tell me if there are any mistakes.

You would enjoy riding the school bus more if it weren't for Peter Quill and his friends. They sat in the back seat and talked a lot of bullshit in very loud voices. You were never able to understand how some people could have so much energy in the morning.

You sat in one of the front seats, next to the window, and as far away from Peter and his friends as possible. You always sat alone with your earphones on, listening to your favorite music while you looked at the same views that you had seen so many times before.

It was a usual and common routine, but you liked it.

You knew exactly the route the bus took to school, so when the driver stopped at a place he never stopped, you were the first one to notice.

A girl you had never seen before got on the bus, and although you had your earphones on, you knew that everyone stayed absolutely silent to look at her.

The girl was wearing a black dress with a red leather jacket covering her arms. There were two necklaces around her neck and her fingers were full of rings. Her feet were shod in brown boots and she wore knee-high socks.

It was... exotic, different. And that was enough for her to attract a lot of attention.

The girl looked around apprehensively, searching for somewhere to sit. Behind you, no one who was sitting alone made room for her. You knew each one of them, and you also knew that they were just saving the seats for their friends who were getting on the bus later. It was an understandable action, if you had a friend who sat with you, you probably would have done the same thing.

Only you and Loki didn't have a pair, you sat on the bus alone, which meant that the girl would have to choose between one of you.

Loki was quick, he put his bag down on the seat beside him, making it clear that he didn't want any company.

She had no choice but to choose you.

The girl sat down beside you before the driver asked her to. She gave you a shy smile, but you looked away, staring at the window, showing that you weren't in the mood for conversation.

The music that filled your ears was not loud enough to prevent you from hearing the voices of Peter and his friends. They were laughing about something, probably something very stupid that you wouldn't find funny, as usual.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the girl beside you shifting uncomfortably. She looked strangely nervous at your presence, playing with the rings on her fingers.

You looked back to where Peter Quill was sitting, annoyed that he was so loud during the morning. Then, you realized what he and his friends were laughing so much about. They were making fun of the girl who was sitting next to you, making fun of the way she was dressed.

You soon felt your blood boil. You hated this kind of things, you hated people like Peter and his stupid group of friends.

You took off your earphones, you needed to do something, but you knew there was no way you could defeat the bullies alone. They were stronger than you, and they were also in greater numbers.

"Don't listen to them." You said to the girl. Her emerald eyes sparkled when she noticed that you were talking to her. "They're all assholes."

The girl nodded with a small smile and stared at her own boots a little embarrassed. "I've never seen you before, are you a freshman?" You tried to start a conversation, since the laughter coming from the back seats didn't cease.

"No, I'm not." She replied. "I usually ride my bike to school, but it broke. My dad said I won't get a new one until Christmas, so I'll take the bus until then."

You would have to share the seat with someone until winter break. It wasn't that bad.

"We have History class together." She said quickly, but soon seemed to regret it, you noticed her cheeks slightly blush in embarrassment. "I mean, I guess."

"Oh." You didn't remember her in History class - or anything else from that class to be honest. "Sorry, I don't remember you."

"That's fine." She started to play with her rings again. "My name is Wanda, by the way."

"Y/N."

"I kn...I mean, it's a pretty name." Wanda said clumsily, tucking a lock of her brown hair behind her ear.

"Your name is pretty too." You spoke as clumsily as she did, even though you didn't understand Wanda's strange nervousness.

Silence soon settled between the two of you, and you really had nothing more interesting to talk about. Peter Quill and his friends weren't making fun of Wanda anymore, so you decided to put on your earphones again.

You and Wanda didn't say a word to each other on the whole ride to school. Occasionally you watched her with your peripheral vision and most of the time she was looking at you, and for some reason that you couldn't explain, this made you feel nervous.

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That same day, you saw Wanda again in your History class. Apparently, she was right, you had that class together. And you couldn't help but feel bad that you didn't notice her presence before, even if you have reasons for it.

Wanda sat in the front, while you sat in the back, on the other side of the room, which means that she was someone you could easily overlook. Besides that your History teacher didn't give many group activities, his classes were a monologue of him talking about the subject, so you didn't have too many opportunities to interact with the people in that class.

But if you were completely honest, you didn't interact with anyone at your school.

Your father had gotten a great job in another state of the country, which meant that you had to move out and leave all your friends behind. You've been living in a new town since the summer holidays started, and during all this time you've been having trouble making friends.

After your History class, you haven't seen Wanda once in the school corridors, much less at the cafeteria. Yes, you looked for her. She was the only person at your age that you had exchanged a few words with that didn't end up in an insult, and you were kind of in need of a new friend. Plus, Wanda seemed like a nice girl.

When you got on the bus to go back home, Wanda was already there, sitting in your seat by the window, and you didn't like it one bit. See, there were many things that you were willing to share, like your earphones, your dessert from the cafeteria, your coat in case she was cold, even your candy bar that you carry in your bag to snack on the way home.

But your seat next to the window? No way. That was out of the question.

"Excuse me, you're sitting in my seat." Wanda immediately looked at you, noticing your presence. "Can you move to the other side, please?"

Wanda's eyebrows frowned. "But you already sat here on the way to school."

"So?"

"So it's my turn to sit next to the window, that's the deal."

"There is no deal."

"Yes, there is." Wanda said, very firmly. "Everybody knows about this deal. If you sit next to the window on the way to school, the other person will sit next to the window on the way back home."

You opened your mouth to retort, but the bus driver ordered you to sit down, in an impatient tone. Completely against your will, you sat where Wanda was supposed to be.

Unfortunately, it didn't take long for your ears to be filled with the bullshit that Peter and his friends were shouting. They were immeasurably louder on the way home, and more unbearable too.

As you reached for your earphones that were in one of the pockets of your bag, you were able to hear Peter and his friends making fun of Wanda's clothes once again. Your fist clenched. They really were all a bunch of idiots, weren't they?

You looked at Wanda, she had her head resting on the window, looking at the view outside. Her face looked a little downcast, and that broke your heart. You didn't like to see people sad, especially when it was because of idiots like Peter.

Even though you were a little angry with her for sitting in your spot, you nudged her arm with your elbow. Wanda immediately looked at you.

"Do you like music?" It was a stupid question, and you soon regretted asking it. What kind of person didn't like music?

Wanda nodded in response. You motioned for her to take one of your earphones to listen to music with you. Whether or not Wanda realized that you were doing this to distract her attention from the nasty comments coming from the back of the bus, she didn't say it.

"I have a bunch of songs here." You said, looking at the playlist on your cell phone. "This one here is one of my favorites."

You played the song, the melody soon filling one of your ears. Beside you, Wanda listened to the song quietly, nodding her head every now and then according to the rhythm of the music. A shy smile appeared on her lips when she heard the chorus for the second time.

"It's a really good song." She opined, while the music was still playing, and you couldn't help but feel happy that she liked your favorite song.

You and Wanda stayed listening to music all the way back home. Some of the songs you had on your playlist Wanda had already listened to before, and she said she liked them all.

Through the window, the afternoon sun shone on Wanda's face and her green eyes became more vivid. And you couldn't help but think how beautiful she was.

You felt a weird feeling in your stomach when your hands lightly brushed against each other. But Wanda didn't move her hand away, and neither did you, so your skin kept touching hers.

For a moment you had forgotten that there were other people on the bus, you hadn't even heard Peter Quill's voice, even though he was still talking loudly.

It was just you and Wanda sharing earphones. The rest of the world didn't seem to exist, and it felt good.

When Wanda left the bus, the seat next to the window was finally empty for you to sit in. But for some reason, you didn't feel as happy as you thought you would be.

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It didn't take long for you and Wanda to become close. Your routine now was to share earphones with her the whole way to school and the whole way back home.

At first, you only saw her on the bus and in History class. You tried to look for her in the cafeteria during lunchtime, but you never found her, so you ended up eating alone as usual.

Until one day, an asshole "accidentally" spilled juice on your shirt, causing you to spend a long time in the bathroom cleaning yourself up during lunch break.

You heard a strange noise coming from one of the doors, but you didn't care much, too busy cleaning your shirt. However, the door where the strange noise was coming from opened, revealing a girl you knew very well.

Wanda features reflected in the bathroom mirror in front of you. You quickly stopped what you were doing to look at her, her eyes were wet, the strange sounds you had heard were Wanda's crying.

"Y/N!" She said, surprised to see you there, and at the same time, a little happy. Wanda walked towards you, stopping beside you and turning on one of the taps to wash her hands. You noticed that her lips were kind of dirty, she was probably eating something earlier. "What are you doing here?"

"Cleaning my shirt that some idiot spilled with apple juice." You said, watching Wanda intently, she wasn't looking at you.

"I'm sorry." She muttered, without much cheer.

"It's not your fault." You remained looking at her. "And what are you doing here?"

"I think it's pretty obvious, Y/N." A faint smile appeared on Wanda's lips.

"Yes, of course. You're crying and eating your lunch alone in the bathroom, that's what everyone does."

You tried to joke about it to make her feel better, but you saw that your attempt to be funny didn't work when the smile that Wanda had on her lips disappeared. She turned off the tap, after finishing washing her hands, and started walking out of the bathroom.

You immediately followed her, trying to understand why she was so upset. "Wanda, wait." You asked, as you walked in hasty steps. "I'm sorry if I offended you or something, it wasn't my intention."

Wanda only stopped walking when you stood in front of her. She looked at you and let out a heavy sigh. "You didn't do anything, Y/N, on the contrary, you're pretty much what makes me want to come to school every day."

You tried to ignore the nervousness you felt at Wanda's words. "So, what is it?" You asked, even though you had a slightest notion of what might have occurred for her to be crying. "Do you always eat your lunch in the bathroom?"

"No, I eat in the bleachers outside, there's usually no one there." You didn't ask why she didn't eat in the cafeteria, you already knew the answer to that question. "I don't usually cry in the school bathroom, it's just that... Today in Chemistry class I saw something that reminded me of my brother."

You frowned. "Your brother?" She nodded. "I didn't know you had a brother."

"Yes, I had a brother." She looked at her own feet. "He died last year."

Wanda took a deep breath before telling you the whole story. She said that she and her twin brother, Pietro, were very close before he passed away. They did practically everything together, and were best friends with each other. Wanda didn't say what the cause of death was, and you didn't ask either for fear of sounding insensitive, especially since you noticed that she was still grieving over the loss of her brother.

Honestly, you didn't know what to say to make Wanda feel better, so you just wrapped your arms around her, hoping that your embrace would be enough to comfort her.

You felt her body soften in your arms, and her voice was weak, but she didn't cry. "Thank you, Y/N." She whispered in your ear, hugging you tighter, seeming not to want to leave your arms. "You're smelling like apples." She commented, with a giggle.

Your lips pressed together in a sheepish smile. "Well, blame that idiot who threw his drink at me."

You felt Wanda's body suddenly tense up. "Is this going to be our school story?" She pulled away from the embrace to stare you in the eyes. "Always being tormented by bullies?"

The answer was a giant yes, and it was on the tip of your tongue for you to say it. You and Wanda were easy targets, both introverted and considered "weirds". Bullies were always going to torment you. But seeing Wanda's green eyes brimming with sadness and her downcast expression made you rethink your words.

"Of course not." The lie slid out of his tongue easily. "They will leave us alone someday."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

On that day you were in luck, because in the next few days your promise would come true.

However, there was a promise you made to Wanda that didn't come true, but that happened at the end of November, and you were still in October. There was a lot to happen yet before everything went south.

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You got a suspension from school on Tuesday.

But let's start this story from the beginning.

After you found out that Wanda was eating alone in the outdoor bleachers, you started eating lunch together in the cafeteria. She brought her own lunch from home, which her mother always made, and for some reason that you couldn't understand, this was funny to Peter Quill.

"Y/N, don't worry your head about it." Wanda asked you, after you had spent five minutes cursing Peter. "I'm used to it by now."

"Yeah, that's the problem. You shouldn't be used to this kind of thing." You said, irritated. "I don't understand why he bothers you and me so much. What have we done to him?"

Wanda opened her mouth to speak, as if she knew the answer to your question, but she soon closed her lips and stayed quiet.

The people at school could tease you all they wanted, after a while you stopped caring about their mean comments. But with Wanda it was different, you took it personally, and you felt the urge to fight back.

You managed to contain your anger for the first three days, but on the fourth day your patience ran out.

So when Peter Quill walked towards where you and Wanda were sitting, you figured he was there to make another one of his nasty comments.

He opened his mouth to start talking, but he never got a chance to say what he wanted, because you got up from your chair and landed a big punch to his face. The blow was so hard that he staggered back, and you could hear Wanda calling your name as everyone in the cafeteria stopped what they were doing to look at what was going on.

The problem was that you didn't settle for just one punch. You took a step towards him and continued to land several blows to his face, until someone pulled you by the forearm away from Peter, who made no attempt to fight back.

Your hand began to ache as the adrenaline left your body. You saw Wanda's astonished face before you were dragged into the principal's office, you didn't get a chance to talk to her.

Your mother had never been called to school before, because you never got into trouble, especially started fights in the school cafeteria. So when they called her, she knew that something important happened for you to have behaved that way.

Your mother had told the principal that when you got home you'd receive a severe punishment, however, when you entered the car to go home, she said: "I really hope you gave that Peter Quill boy a good punch."

You laughed at her words. "Oh yes, I hit him pretty hard."

"Good." She started the car's engine and began to drive towards your house. "I know you well enough to know that you wouldn't punch someone for any reason." Your mother stopped at the red light and looked at you. "It's about that girl isn't it? The girl on the bus?" You nodded shyly, avoiding your mother's gaze. "What's her name again? Wendy, right?"

You frowned, not understanding your mother's sudden interest in Wanda. And before you could correct her name, your mother continued. "So, you're like Peter Pan who saved her from the evil Captain Hook?"

"What? No!" You quickly said, your eyes wide with the insinuation she had made.

"Sounds like someone here has a crush." Your mother continued, in a thin voice. "Look, you're blushing!" You rolled your eyes at her, and you couldn't help but look at your face in the rear-view mirror of the car, your face was indeed red. "You can deny it all you want, but I know a person in love when I see one."

You turned your head to face the window. "Her name is Wanda," you murmured, "and I'm not Peter Pan."

"Well, at least you didn't deny that you're into her." Your mother observed.

You felt your face getting hot and you were sure that your cheeks had turned red again. There was no reason to deny something that was true, you were in love with Wanda, and admitting it was scarier than it seemed.

After what felt like ages, the signal finally turned green and the car started moving.

And you couldn't stop thinking, all the way home, about something your mother had said that really bothered you. You didn't like that she compared you and Wanda to Peter and Wendy.

Because Peter ended up losing Wendy at the end of the story.

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"I can't believe you actually punched him!" Wanda exclaimed, in an irritated tone. She was lying on your bed, watching you searching for your vinyl disk. "Just look at the state of your hand! If Peter had decided to hit you back, you'd have had much worse injuries."

You listened to Wanda's sermon quietly, you didn't open your mouth at any point to defend yourself. "You could have ended up in hospital or something worse."

After some time in silence, Wanda exclaimed again, but this time in a more animated tone, just as you found the vinyl disk you were looking for. "I can't believe you actually punched him!"

You tried to contain your urge to laugh. "Well, it happened."

"Everyone is talking about you at school, you're popular now." Wanda commented, with an amused smile on her face, which meant that her lecture was over.

You finally put the vinyl of your favorite band on your old record player, and lay down on your bed next to Wanda. Now that you were suspended from going to school, she came to your house every day after class. Her hair was spreading across your pillow, which meant that the smell of her shampoo would be impregnated into it when you went to sleep.

And you didn't care about that, you didn't care one bit.

"I hope he stopped bothering you now." You said, staring at the ceiling of your room, just like Wanda was doing.

"He talked to me today." Wanda revealed, playing with her necklace. "He told me that he was coming to our table to apologize for the comments that he was making, but you punched him before he could say sorry."

Well, that was surprising.

"Now I feel bad for punching him."

"No, you don't."

You looked at her and she was looking at you too, with a playful smile lighting up her face.

Damn, she knew you so well.

"No, I don't."

You both let out laughter that filled the room more than the music that was playing on the record.

"It's good." Wanda said, suddenly. "Not being teased by him anymore." She let out a sigh. "I miss you, though." Wanda stared at you deeply, you kept your gaze firmly on hers. "Going to school isn't the same without you."

Butterflies soon appeared in your stomach, and they were particularly fluttering that day. "It's only a few more days, Wan. I'll be back soon."

"I miss listening to music on the bus with you." She whispered, and then immediately put her arm around your belly and rested her head on your shoulder. "But this is better."

You were absolutely certain that Wanda could hear your heart beating in her chest. Your bodies were closer together than they had ever been before.

You closed your eyes and Wanda did the same, for a moment the two of you just listened to the music that was playing without saying a word.

Until Wanda opened her eyes to face you again. "The winter formal is coming."

"Hmm, yeah." You said, remaining with your eyes closed. You didn't really like to think that December was coming, because that meant that Christmas was near, and Wanda was going to get a bicycle, no longer going with you by bus to school.

"Vision invited me to go with him." She said, and you had to restrain your urge to grimace in disgust, your eyes finally opened. Vision had most of his classes with Wanda, which meant that she spent more time with him than you did. And you didn't like that, much less him, especially since you knew that Vision was in love with her, just like you were.

"Oh." That was all that came out of your mouth, but you had a lot more to say.

"I told him that I needed to think." She remained staring at you. "Will you go?"

"I do not like these things."

"Yeah, I don't like it either, but it's winter formal." Wanda snuggled closer to you. "You have to go."

Wanda had a determined gleam in her eyes, she would do anything to convince you to go. You let out a sigh, knowing you couldn't say no to her. "Alright, I'll go." A victorious smile appeared on Wanda's lips. "But you'll have to go with me instead of Vision." The words came out of your mouth without you being able to think before you said them. "As friends." You quickly completed, fearing that Wanda would think otherwise.

"As friends." She repeated, in an almost inaudible tone.

Wanda removed the arm that was wrapped around your belly, and you immediately missed her touch. She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling again, and let out a sigh. Wanda said nothing for quite a while, until she turned her head to face you. "Y/N?" She called.

"Yes?"

Her eyes lightly stared at your bruised hand, the one you punched Peter, then went back at your eyes. "I just want you to know that..." She suddenly stopped speaking, as if rethinking her action. "...You're my hero."

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When you finally got back to school, Peter Quill and his group of friends were strangely quiet on the bus.

People at school now had the decency to look at you in the hallways, and no one purposely threw apple juice on your shirt or made fun of Wanda's clothes.

It even seemed as if you had entered a parallel world.

Peter talked to you, his face still bruised from the punches you had given him. He said he was sorry, that there weren't justifications for the things he had done - even though he justified his behavior on his abusive father. Peter said he wouldn't tease anyone else, and he really didn't.

You would have been in a good mood all day, maybe even all month, if Wanda hadn't said what she said on the bus on Friday morning.

You immediately knew something had happened when she got on the bus with a huge smile on her face. "I have good news." That was the first thing she spoke as she sat down next to you. "My dad bought a new bike for me, I don't have to wait until Christmas anymore, isn't that great?"

The joy that you were feeling soon disappeared. "Is that good news?" Wanda frowned. "You won't be seeing me anymore."

"Don't be stupid, Y/N. Of course I will keep seeing you."

"You know what I mean."

"I just won't ride the bus to school with you anymore, it's not the end of the world. We still have History class together, and I'll always spend the lunch break by your side." Wanda flashed a comforting smile at you. "I'm glad I came today to warn you, you'd have freaked out if you hadn't seen me get on the bus today."

You rolled your eyes at her, but you had a little smile on your lips. "What's your obsession with bicycles anyway?"

Wanda laughed. "I'm not obsessed with them, I just think it's better for the environment."

But of course Wanda rode a bicycle to help the environment, you thought. That was so her.

"Maybe you could ask for a bike for Christmas, so we can go together."

"I don't know if it's a good idea." You said, watching Wanda open your bag looking for something, she took out one of your candy bars that you always carried. "That's for eating on the way back."

"I know, but I'm hungry." You watched her take a big bite of the chocolate. "Why wouldn't that be a good idea? We would spend more time together, and neither of us would go to school alone."

"I'm too mad at you for sneaking into my bag and stealing my candy bar to answer your question." You feigned a frown, crossing your arms and staring at the opposite side.

You felt Wanda's hands around your shoulders, and she pulled you closer to her, bringing your head down on her chest. At any moment you relent at Wanda's touch, and when she began to stroke your hair, you really thought you would melt in her arms. A few curious eyes watched the two of you, but you didn't care. "Are you still angry with me?"

You knew your cheeks were red, but Wanda wasn't looking at you to notice. "No." You said, in a whisper. You sighed heavily, snuggling in Wanda's arms, already feeling ashamed of what you were about to admit. "I don't know how to ride a bike."

"What?" Wanda removed her arms that were wrapped around your shoulders, your head was no longer resting on her chest. Wanda wanted to stare you in the eye, to make sure you were serious. "Everybody knows how to ride a bike."

"Well, apparently I'm not everybody."

"I just can't believe you're serious. How can you not know how to ride a bike?" You opened your mouth to answer, but Wanda continued. "You know what? This weekend I'm going to teach you, and I won't take no for an answer. It has to be on Sunday because Saturday I'm going to visit my uncle."

And when Sunday came, Wanda taught you how to ride a bicycle. She made you go to her house by bike and it wasn't an easy thing to do, because you needed concentration to be able to balance yourself, and it was hard to stay focused on anything when Wanda was around you.

Her house was a little far from yours, and since every now and then you almost fell off the bike, losing your balance because you were paying too much attention to Wanda instead of the street, it took even longer to get to her residence.

You had never been to Wanda's house before, so on Saturday you finally met her parents, and they were very kind and welcoming to you.

"Ah, so you are the famous Y/N that Wanda keeps talking about." Her mother said with a smile on her face, you saw Wanda blushing and staring at her own feet in shame. "It's so nice to finally meet you."

"Wanda talks about me?" You asked, a little excited at the thought, but also with a provocative tone, causing Wanda to look at you in scolding form.

"All the time." Her father replied. "Y/N this, Y/N that. We were beginning to think you didn't exist." He let out a chuckle. "We were even teasing her, saying she was in lo-"

"Alright, I think you guys bothered Y/N enough." Wanda interjected into the conversation, her face as red as a pepper.

Her father was going to say she was in love, right? You hadn't heard wrong, had you? The idea that Wanda might like you more than friends made you freak out inside - in a good way.

Wanda took you by the hand and guided you to her room. Her bedroom was... just as you imagined it would be. There were lots of posters of the bands and singers that Wanda liked scattered on the wall and some of her favorite books that she had mentioned to you before. It was an ordinary teenager's room.

"So, you told your parents about me." You commented, as you spun in circles around Wanda on the bike. After several falls to the ground, you got the hang of it.

You and Wanda were heading back to your house, the sky above you was overcast, and a cold wind was whipping your faces. The rain would come at any moment.

"Don't even start." Wanda said, noticing the smirk on your lips.

You stopped spinning in circles and started to steer the bike slowly alongside Wanda, keeping up with her steps. "I talk about you a lot with my parents too."

"What did you talk about me?"

"How you steal my candy bars and make up deals just to sit next to the bus window." You joked and Wanda stuck her tongue out at you in response.

"Look, Wanda, without hands." You said cheerfully, as you rode your bike without your hands on the handlebars.

"It seems that you have a good teacher."

You put your hands back on the handlebars. "Or maybe I'm just a good student."

Wanda was strangely quiet on the way home, you could tell she was nervous, because she kept playing with her rings all the time. You also could tell that she wanted to say something to you, something important, since she kept tucking a lock of her brown hair behind her ear.

You didn't pressure her, you waited until she was confident enough to say what she wanted.

Eventually, when it was left only a few meters before you two arrived in your house, Wanda found the words she wanted to say.

"So, about the winter formal..." She began, having great difficulty to face you in the eyes. "I don't want to go with you as just friends." Oh god ah god, was she really saying all that now? "I want to go as your date."

You stopped riding your bike, resting both your feet on the ground, stopping right in front of your house. You looked at Wanda dumbfounded, not knowing exactly what to say. You blinked twice slowly, to make sure that this wasn't a dream.

"It's okay if you want to just be friends, but I really need to talk about how I feel." Wanda continued, seeing that you still remained staring at her, in shock. "You don't know, but I know why Peter has picked on you so much. It was the first day of school, in the cafeteria, he was making fun of me, and you defended me by insulting him. It was very fast, I had my back to you, that's probably why you don't remember, and I also left the cafeteria in a hurry. That was the day I started eating at the bleachers." She said it all at once.

You vaguely recalled retorting something crude Peter had said about someone on the first day of class, but you had no idea that this someone was Wanda. "After that you got stuck in my mind, and I wanted to know everything about you." She continued to talk. "When I first got on the bus I almost died when I saw you, and I already knew your name before you even said it." A nervous laugh left her lips. "It's stupid, I know, but no one but my brother had defended me before. And I…" Wanda sighed. "I just wanted to tell you all this, because I know how mean life can be, taking the things you love the most away from you. That's what it did to my brother, and I never got the chance to say how much he meant to me."

A lightning cut through the sky above the two of you and soon the heavy rain began to fall on you. Wanda watched you nervously as you got off the bike, your clothes already soaked. You handed her the bike to hold, Wanda looked at you curiously, not sure what you were thinking.

After all, what were you thinking?

Well, whatever it was, it sure as hell wasn't very logical to Wanda since she frowned when you knelt in front of her, the icy rain falling over you, wetting your hair. "Wanda Maximoff," you finally said, your voice high from the rain, "do you want to go to the winter formal as my date?"

A bright smile appeared on Wanda's face covered with raindrops. "Did you really need to ask? Even more getting down on your knees?"

"I know how much you like romantic stuff."

She giggled. "Yes, Y/N Y/L/N. I'd love to go to the winter formal with you."

"Good." You stood up, standing in your normal posture, facing her. "Because I'm in love with you, Wanda. And no one has ever made me feel as happy as you do."

She smiled, scrunching her nose, and at that moment, you could do nothing but kiss her. Her lips were wet from the rain, and you could tell that Wanda wanted to touch you, but her hands were busy holding the bike, keeping it from falling to the ground, but she made sure to return the kiss with intensity.

You felt the butterflies come out of your stomach and fill your entire body. You could as well float in the air with Wanda's lips sealed to yours.

You pressed your foreheads together and stopped kissing her as you began to need more air, you noticed Wanda's lips purple with cold, the rain was freezing.

"Go home, I'll see you tomorrow."

Wanda didn't seem to like your idea, she planted small kisses on your mouth, and you felt like you were going to melt into the ground with her sweetness. "Wanda, you're going to catch a cold if you stay here." You said, with difficulty, since she was still continuing to distribute kisses on your lips.

"Alright, pumpkin." She said, pretending to be irritated, getting on her bike.

"Pumpkin?" You frowned, but you had a silly smile on your lips. "Are we already giving each other pet names?"

Wanda nodded embarrassedly, biting her lower lip. "You didn't like it?"

"I liked it, very much, blusher."

"Blusher?" Wanda asked, her wet face beginning to turn red. "Is that going to be my nickname?"

"Of course, you're always blushing, it makes perfect sense."

Wanda laughed, both of her feet on the pedals of her bicycle, and you could tell she was reluctant to leave. Her bare arms shivered from the freezing rain, soon you removed your jacket you were wearing and gave it to her. Wanda watched you silently, with a grateful smile. "You should go now, it's cold and I don't want you to catch a cold." You planted a kiss on her cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"You promise?" Wanda whispered, looking deeply into your eyes. A look you could never forget, one that would haunt you forever.

"I promise."

Wanda smiled sheepishly at you and returned your kiss on the cheek before she started pedaling on her bike, moving away from you.

You watched her walk away, mesmerized, you were completely in love with that girl.

As she knew you were watching, Wanda turned her head back, meeting your eyes. "I'll go with my bike to school tomorrow, so don't freak out when you don't see me on the bus tomorrow morning." She shouted, trying to be louder than the heavy rain falling from the skies. You really thought she should pay more attention to the street in front of her, but you said nothing, too overwhelmed by her beauty to say anything. "I'll be thinking about you the whole way to school."

That was the last thing she said before she disappeared for good. And even though she was no longer in your field of vision, you stood still in the rain, feeling the freezing raindrops wet your clothes, looking at the spot where Wanda had stood minutes before.

It was almost impossible to believe that she was real, let alone the fact that she liked you.

Wanda Maximoff was in love with you, you thought, over and over again, trying to assimilate this information.

And you couldn't help but think of the happy future the two of you would have from now on.

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You were too happy because of the kiss you and Wanda shared the day before to be sorry that she didn't show up on the bus the next morning.

When you arrived at school, you couldn't find Wanda, and she wasn't in History class either. You automatically deduced that she had caught one of those bad colds from being out in the rain too long, and you couldn't wait to tease her by saying "I told you so."

So you spent the whole day alone, but that didn't really bother you, especially since Monday decided to pass quickly.

You arrived at your house excited, ready to ask your mother's permission to go to Wanda's, after all you promised her that you'd see her today. You had the biggest smile on your face, everyone could see your happiness, you were almost glowing with joy.

The question was on the tip of your tongue, until you saw the downcast expression on your mother's face, and automatically knew that something was wrong.

When she looked at you, her face became even more depressed. "Mom, what's wrong?" You asked, starting to get worried.

"Honey, sit down please." She asked, calmly, not looking you in the eye. You did as she asked, the smile you had on your face was no longer there. "Wanda's parents called." She began. Your mother was still searching for the right words to say, seeming afraid of speaking something wrong.

Was this about the kiss? Did Wanda's parents have a problem with you dating her? But they seemed to be so okay with the fact that she was into you...

"Wanda rode her bike to school this morning." Your mother continued, still struggling to express herself.

Wait, what? Wanda planned to go to school today? Wasn't it a cold that made her miss her classes? Your eyebrows frowned, everything was very confusing.

"Wanda is dead, Y/N." Your mother got tired of stalling, she decided it would be better to speak directly, all at once, thinking that if she pulled the bandage off quickly you wouldn't feel the pain.

But you felt anyway.

You looked at your mother, not believing the words she had just said. "Wanda was crossing the street with her bicycle, a drunk driver passed at the same time and..." Your mother tried to explain, so that you would understand the situation better. "The car crashed right into her, she didn't survive."

"You're lying." You said, getting up from the couch, your vision blurred from the tears that filled your eyes. "You're lying!"

"I wish I was, but I'm not." Your mother got up too, coming closer to you, trying to hug you but you pulled her away.

"It's not true!" You yelled. "I-I promised her that we would see each other today..." You remembered your words the day before. The kiss you both share, her love declaration, the cold rain falling heavily, the feeling of happiness...

Was it all gone? But how? 

No, it couldn't be. It was all a lie, Wanda was playing a trick on you, it had to be. 

But the look on your mother's eyes... You knew she couldn't be faking all that.

"She's gone, Y/N." Your mother whispered. "I know how much you two were close-"

Your mother continued talking, but you couldn't really pay attention to her words. It was too much. This was all too much for you to handle. You vaguely heard your mother saying that she couldn't imagine the pain Wanda's parents were feeling for losing two children in such a short time.

But you two were going to the winter formal together, she couldn't be dead. 

Your mother kept talking, she said the drunk driver was in the hospital, seriously injured, but alive.

He shouldn't be alive, you thought angrily, he should be dead and Wanda was the one who should be alive.

Tears began to stream from your face, your chest burning in pain, accepting the fact that Wanda was really no longer there.

Had she suffered? Was it a painful death? Did she think of you on the way to school as she said she would? Where was she now to answer these questions? Was she watching you crying in Heaven or had she just disappeared completely?

I know how mean life can be, taking the things you love the most away from you, her voice saying those words the day before filled your ear as if she was saying them for the first time, that's what it did to my brother.

Your last words to her were "I promise." 

You promised her that you would see her the next day, but you didn't keep that promise. You were a liar. How could you do this? How could you let your last words to her be a broken promise? 

Wanda didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve this end.

She deserved happiness, love, laughter, more kisses in cold rains, and a promise kept. 

Wanda deserved the world, but the world didn't deserve her.

"She can't be dead." You said, your voice was weak, just like you. "It's not fair."

Your legs trembled, and you knelt on the floor, not having the strength to stand, you began to cry uncontrollably, but that was not enough to make your pain go away. Your mother mimicked your action, and when she tried to hug you, you let her, begging for comfort.

"It will pass." Your mother whispered in your ear as you cried on her shoulder.

Will it really? You didn't think so.

When people become adults, there is always something they remember from their school, something that is forever marked in their memories. For some people it's the face of a teacher, others the funny laugh of a friend, or the smell of food in the cafeteria.

For you it was Wanda, the girl on the bus who you shared your earphones with, who played with the rings on her fingers when she was nervous, who made you have the courage to punch the school bully. The first girl you fell in love with, the first girl who fell in love with you. The first girl you kissed, the first girl you loved.

The first girl you broke a promise to.

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I was listening to Shawn Mendes Piece of You and it reminded me of your 'Looking at You' fic

i had never heard this Shawn Mendes song until you send this ask, so thanks for mentioning, it's a great song! and it also reminded me of Looking at You, it has some similarities to the fic 🤔

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a lot of people are asking for a part 2, i will probably do it, but it will take a while since i'm writing other fics 😅 and I'm so happy that you enjoyed it 💕

Nine Bucks

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha wants to take you on the perfect date, but things may not go the way she planned.

Words: 6,054

Warnings: none?

↳ Based on one of the episodes of the series ‘This is Us’.

↳ Please, be aware that English isn’t my first language, fell free to tell me if there are any mistakes.

When Darcy suggested a girls’ night out at karaoke you didn’t turn it down, thinking it would be a good idea to enjoy the last days of spring break with your two best friends.

The karaoke bar was located in an area that wasn’t known to be very safe and you soon noticed that the place wasn’t very frequented, since there were very few people for a Saturday night. But you didn’t really care about it, in fact, less people meant that you, Darcy and Monica had more courage to sing the songs at the top of your lungs, without feeling ashamed by your completely out of tune.

You had just sung What’s up? by 4 Non Blondes, your cheeks slightly red and your breathing fast from using your vocal cords too much, when Darcy said to you: “Okay, don’t look behind me with what I’m about to tell you right now.” You instinctively glanced over your friend’s shoulder. “I told you not to look!” Darcy exclaimed in a whisper, giving you a light pinch.

“Sorry.” You said, touching the spot of your arm where she pinched. “Spit it out!”

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no but please ENLIGHTEN..... what do you gain from either making my heart all mushy or BREAKING IT completely? 🥺❤️

i only do it because i know you like it and that's worth enough 😌

and i saw your tag saying you'll block me, go on, i dare you

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Nine Bucks

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha wants to take you on the perfect date, but things may not go the way she planned.

Warnings: none?

Word Count: 6,054

↳ Based on one of the episodes of the series ‘This is Us’.

↳ Please, be aware that English isn't my first language, fell free to tell me if there are any mistakes.

When Darcy suggested a girls' night out at karaoke you didn't turn it down, thinking it would be a good idea to enjoy the last days of spring break with your two best friends.

The karaoke bar was located in an area that wasn't known to be very safe and you soon noticed that the place wasn't very frequented, since there were very few people for a Saturday night. But you didn't really care about it, in fact, less people meant that you, Darcy and Monica had more courage to sing the songs at the top of your lungs, without feeling ashamed by your completely out of tune.

You had just sung What's up? by 4 Non Blondes, your cheeks slightly red and your breathing fast from using your vocal cords too much, when Darcy said to you: "Okay, don't look behind me with what I'm about to tell you right now." You instinctively glanced over your friend's shoulder. "I told you not to look!" Darcy exclaimed in a whisper, giving you a light pinch.

"Sorry." You said, touching the spot of your arm where she pinched. "Spit it out!"

Darcy took a deep breath before revealing the mystery. "There's a woman at the bar who hasn't stopped looking at you since the moment she arrived." You really wanted to look in the direction of the bar, but you continued to stare at Darcy. "She looks like she can kill everyone in this room with all that leather she's wearing, but she is pretty. Very pretty."

"Hmn." You mumbled, not very interested. "What am I supposed to do with this information?"

"Talking to her would be nice." Darcy put her hands on her hips. "You know, you're single... And she probably is too, since she's alone in an almost abandoned karaoke and hasn't stopped staring at you."

You chucked at your friend's words. Darcy was trying to get you to date someone for a while now, she and Monica had their respective partners, and you were still terribly single. They went on double dates, which meant that you were usually left behind when they went out on the weekend. And Darcy always hated to leave you alone, she even forced you to go on one of the dates, and wasn't very pleasant, seeing that you had to witness two couples completely in love while you had no romantic interest in sight.

And to be honest, after having several unpleasant dates, you really weren't looking for any relationship right now, and even if you were, you knew that the right person for you wouldn't be in a karaoke like that. "I'm not going to talk to her." You said, very confident.

Darcy sighed, irritated. "Monica, help me out here." She said, pulling your other friend by the arm. "Tell Y/N that she should talk to the woman at the bar."

"The redhead?" Monica asked, Darcy nodded in response. Then, Monica looked at you with her lovely eyes. "Ah, you should talk to her. She's pretty."

"See?" Darcy spoke with an amused smile. "Even Monica agrees with me."

"I already said I won't." You didn't change your mind.

"Look, the worst thing that can happen is she says she doesn't like Star Wars."

"The woman is interested in Y/N, not you, Darcy." Monica spoke, knowing that for you, a person who doesn't like a movie where people fight with lightsabers and control objects with their mind wasn't the worst thing that could happen.

"Still, it's how we distinguish good people from bad people." Darcy said earnestly and looked at you with a lot of determination in her eyes. "I thought you liked women, not that you were afraid of them."

Can't I feel both? You thought, followed by a sigh. You knew Darcy well enough to know that she wouldn't give up, especially with Monica on her side. It was a lost battle, no use arguing.

"Okay, okay. I'll go talk to her." You said, raising your hands in the air in surrender. A bright smile appeared on Darcy's make-up face as Monica whispered good luck to you.

Knowing that Darcy wouldn't pinch you again, you took the courage to finally look at the bar, and there was, in fact, a redhead sitting completely alone, as your friends described. She wore black leather clothes that highlighted every right place on her body, making it almost impossible not to have inappropriate thoughts. Her red hair cascaded about her shoulders and she had green eyes that could very well kill you if you stared at them for too long.

What your friends lied, however, was to say that the woman was pretty. Pretty was an understatement for what you were seeing before your eyes. The woman was completely gorgeous, the breathtaking kind of type. If you had seen her earlier, you wouldn't have made such a protest to go talk to her.

You walked towards the bar in slow steps, trying not to show how nervous you were, especially since you knew that Monica and Darcy were watching every move that you were making.

Quietly, you sat on the red bar stool beside the redhead, without knowing what to say. You soon notice the drink she had in her hands, the transparent liquid with no smell of alcohol clearly indicated that she was drinking water.

You tried not to frown, what kind of person went to a karaoke alone to drink water?

You pushed that thought away, realizing that you had to say something to start the conversation.

It had been a long time since you flirted with someone, which meant you were totally out of practice. You didn't know if you should start with a polite greeting or go straight to flirting, and no smart pickup lines crossed your mind if you wanted to choose the latter.

But before you could say something that you'd probably regret later, the woman, whose name you still didn't know, spoke first: "You sang very well before," her voice was husky and deep, the kind that could make your legs tremble under the table, whether it was out of excitement or fear, it would only depend on the redhead.

The intriguing woman next to you chose to start with a compliment, but you knew she was lying about saying you sang well, given that you were totally out of tune. You sighed, realizing that this would be another one of those boring flirtations, where the woman would say anything to please you just to have you in her bed.

You opened your mouth to thank for the fake compliment, but never got the chance to do it. "...For a deaf audience." She completed, looking at you with one of her eyebrows raised and an amused smile at the corner of her lips.

Your eyes widened slightly at the redhead's words, you definitely weren't expecting that. But you liked it, that was definitely better than a fake compliment. "I totally screwed up with the music, didn't I?" You played along.

"Screwed up is an understatement." She continued teasing you. "Now I understand why this place is empty, you scared everyone away."

A chuckle escaped your lips as you nodded. Perhaps you judged the woman wrong, and she wouldn't be like your previous dates after all. "I wasn't completely alone, my friends helped me keep the customers away from here."

"Yes, but they didn't sing like a screaming goat in pain."

"A screaming goat in pain?" You had to restrain your urge to laugh at the comparison, the woman nodded in response. "C'mon, I wasn't that bad."

"You say that because you weren't listening right." She took a sip of her water. "My ears were almost bleeding."

You chuckled as you ordered a drink. You sat more comfortably on the stool, no longer minding the fact that Darcy and Monica were curiously watching you from across the room. Suddenly, you felt your shoulders relax, not remembering when they became tense in the first place. The redhead's presence soon pleased you, making you want to talk to her more.

"But you still remain here." You noticed, as soon as the bartender brought your drink.

"Well, let's just say that my ears were begging for help while my eyes were begging to stay." She looked deeply into your eyes, and you feared she might see your soul, you tried not to swallow a dry. "It's not every day that I see such a beautiful sight."

You took a sip of your drink, expecting her to make some teased comment at any moment, but she didn't. When you realized that the woman was actually serious, you felt your cheeks heat up. "I hope it was worth it." You said, hiding a smile.

You looked at the redhead, catching her green eyes staring at your lips, you tried to ignore the strange nervousness in your stomach. You thought she would look away embarrassed, but she didn't, remaining staring at your mouth, without any shame. "It was." She whispered, causing shivers to run down your spine, you didn't let it show how nervous you were, much less looked away from her, not wanting to be the one who gives in.

Slowly, you moved your hand that was resting on the table towards her. You watched as her eyes dropped from your face to look down at your approaching hand. You might just be imagining things, but you could swear you saw the woman's breath fail for a brief second with your approach.

An innocent smile played on your lips when you showed her your hand in greeting. "My name is Y/N, by the way."

The redhead looked at you with an unreadable glow on her eyes. She squeezed your hand firmly, making you feel how soft her skin was. "Natasha."

And then, without even realizing it, you engaged in a very pleasant conversation with Natasha. For some unknown reason, you felt you could trust the redhead, so you practically told her everything that was going on in your life at that moment. You had the courage to mention your deepest dreams and your strangest habits, some funny stories and some with a not-so-happy ending. And you also confessed that you had been single for a long time - something that you immediately regretted saying, fearing you sounded too desperate.

Natasha didn't take her eyes off you for a moment, listening to each word attentively, loving to see the way you gestured as you spoke and how sometimes you got lost in the middle of your own words. From time to time, she made a teasing comment to get a giggle out of you. She loved the smile that crept across your features and how you teased her back - especially when you teased her back.

And when you were in the middle of your crazy story about when you and Darcy stole cheese from a supermarket to help Monica with an emergency at her house, you realized that you've been talking for long minutes non-stop, not giving Natasha a chance to talk about herself. "Oh my god, am I talking too much?" You asked, a little embarrassed that your mouth seemed like an unstoppable machine. "Because I feel like I'm talking too much."

Natasha smiled at you. "If I say no, I'd be lying."

Your cheeks turned slightly red. "Sorry." Natasha quickly denied it with her head. "It's fine, really."

You sighed, mentally making a note of not saying anything more about yourself all night long. "Please tell me something about you."

Natasha straightened on the stool, feeling a little uncomfortable, she opened and closed her mouth without knowing exactly what to say. You thought it was cute how nervous she was, even though you didn't understand why. "Well, my name is Natasha Romanoff."

"I'm pretty sure I already knew that." You said followed by a chuckle.

"My last name you didn't."

You moved your lips to say that you wanted to know more about her besides her last name, but a man's thick voice interrupted your speech, causing you and Natasha to immediately look towards the sound.

An elderly man started to sing Don't Speak by No Doubt in a deep voice that was pleasing to the ear, hitting every note with perfect mastery. It was a better performance than you could ever do. "That old man isn't terrorizing the customers like you did minutes ago." Natasha said, with an amused glint in her eyes. "Please, never sing into a microphone again, for the sake of humanity."

"Maybe not into a microphone," you crossed your arms, "but certainly loud and clear in your ears."

Natasha's eyes widened, causing her to carry a fake startled expression on her face. "You wouldn't dare." She said, in a very dramatic voice.

You pressed your lips together trying to prevent the giggle that wanted to escape your lips. You frowned your eyebrows wanting to maintain a serious expression. "Believe me, I would."

Natasha just smiled and turned her gaze back to the elderly man who was singing the song better than the original version. Your eyes wandered around the place, soon you stopped your attention on Darcy and Monica, who had tired features on their faces, probably already wanting to go home.

Your assumption was confirmed when Darcy's eyes met yours and she made an exaggerated yawn, it was her very-not-subtle signal to say that she wanted to call it a night. But you didn't want to leave, and unlike your friends, you were feeling wide awake.

You turned to face Natasha, who was still watching the man sing, moving her head slightly with the rhythm of the music. "Do you...Do you maybe want to get out of here?" You asked, but soon regretted how the way your words sounded when you saw one of her eyebrows raised in a mischievous tone. "I don't mean it the way that it sounded, I-"

"No, it's okay." Natasha said, her voice was calm. "I was going to suggest the same thing." She touched your hand that was resting on the table, her fingertips were cold, but her palm was warm. You soon entwined your hand in hers, your fingers fitting perfectly together, as if her hand was made to hold yours. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach and the difficulty you felt breathing, but it was almost impossible since that was all you were feeling. You were looking like a silly high school teenager in love. "I heard there's a carnival a few blocks from here, do you want to go?"

"Yes, of course." You said with a shy smile, not looking Natasha in the eye. "I'll just get my coat and say goodbye to my friends."

Natasha stood up, pulling her hand away from yours, you immediately missed her touch, and almost reached for her hand to hold yours again. "It's a date, then. I'll wait for you outside."

You made your way back to Darcy and Monica, both of them carrying a gleam of curiosity in their eyes, wanting to know everything that happened between you and the redhead.

"So, is she nice?" Monica was the first to ask.

"Yeah, she's fun." You replied, picking up your coat that you left on the chair.

"And...?" Darcy looked at you, wanting to know more. "Did you get her number?"

"Hmn, not really." Your friends gave you a disapproving look, and before they could say anything, you added: "We're going to go to a carnival nearby. You guys can go home without me."

Darcy's eyes blinked several times. "What? Are you going to leave with a complete stranger?" She exclaimed a little too loud.

"Yes." You replied, not understanding Darcy's negative reaction.

"Have you gone completely mad?!" Darcy continued to exclaim. "She may very well be a serial killer who kidnaps innocent women in little-attended karaoke bars!"

"I don't understand." You said, frowning. "You're the one who forced me to talk to her in the first place."

"Yes, to chat and get her number, then only after a few texts arrange a date, preferably by day." You looked for some sign of playfulness on Darcy's face, but her eyes behind her glasses contained seriousness.

"I think you're a little too paranoid, Darcy." Monica, who until then had been watching the whole scene quietly, decided to speak up. "I think Y/N should go on this date."

"Thank you, Monica." You said, casting a provocative glance at Darcy who had to hold back the urge to roll her eyes.

"That woman looks like someone who has a gun holster in the ankle. And you can't convince me otherwise." Darcy remained on the defensive. You had to contain the urge to laugh at the protective way she was getting over you. If you ever had doubts before, now you were sure that Darcy was like your overprotective older sister.

"Look, all I want to say is that Y/N should take a chance." Monica remained on your side, making Darcy realize that it was her turn to lose an argument, she let out a sigh in defeat. A victorious smile appeared on Monica's lips as she looked at you. "You can leave your coat in her car, if the date goes well."

You nodded, even though you knew you wouldn't put Monica's suggestion into action. Her plan was that if the date was a good one, you should purposely forget something in the car so that the person would have a reason to call you back. To be honest, you thought that idea was kind of stupid because you'd never know if the person called because they liked your company or just to return an item of yours.

You and your friends left the karaoke, finding Natasha outside talking to a woman you had never seen before, you couldn't help the frown that appeared on your face. They didn't notice the three of you, too involved in the conversation they were having. You soon realized that the two women weren't speaking English, their mouths emitted phrases in a language you didn't recognize.

"It's Russian." Darcy whispered into your shoulder, as if she was reading your thoughts. "Maybe that one is her partner in crime."

"Shut up." You murmured just in time for Natasha to turn her back and face you, finally realizing you were there. She gave you a tight lipped smile with low intensity, and the woman she was talking to huffed impatiently before walking away, not having the decency to greet you.

You quickly said goodbye to your friends - Darcy made sure that your phone was with full battery and that you would call her in case something bad happened to you - before heading towards Natasha. "Is everything okay?" You asked, seeing the woman she was talking to earlier walk away with hard steps.

Natasha played with her car keys. "Yes."

"Who was that?" You couldn't contain your curiosity.

"My sister." Natasha said, without looking you in the eye, appearing not to like your question.

Your eyes widened slightly. Was her sister waiting for her all this time? Why didn't she go with Natasha to the karaoke bar? And why did Natasha let her leave completely alone? "Did she want a ride home?" It was all that you asked. "I don't mind-"

"No, no, it's fine. Our house isn't very far from here."

"It's quite late." You held your coat closer to your body. "And here it's not a very safe neighborhood."

"There's nothing that can scare my sister, Y/N." Natasha opened the car door for you. "The Chevy is mine anyway."

Seeing that Natasha wouldn't change her mind, you got into the car praying you wouldn't regret it later. The vehicle smelled like leather and cheap perfume, and in the car dashboard there was one dusty Darth Vader bobble head toy. You smiled inwardly, knowing that Natasha was on Darcy's list of good people.

The Chevy was old, it made a lot of noise and Natasha had to make an exaggerated effort every time she shifted gears, and some parts of the fabric of the seats were torn, but you didn't mind about that, Natasha's company was too pleasant for you to care how urgently she needed a new car.

"I didn't take you for the carnival type." You confessed, as you two walked towards the ticket office. "I'm quite surprised."

"What can I say? I have a lot of surprising things." Natasha winked quickly at you, with a smirk on her lips. She made a sign that she wanted two tickets and you immediately started looking for your wallet in your purse. "No, let me pay."

"Are you sure? Because I can afford it." She just nodded in response, and before you could stop her, she handled the man the money.

The carnival was crowded, there were children shouting excitedly and running all over the place with their parents trying to keep up with them, not wanting to lose sight of their children, there were groups of friends having fun on the games, and couples in love sharing food and stealing once in a while a shy kiss from their partner.

And there were also you and Natasha, exchanging embarrassed glances and walking with your shoulders slightly brushing each other, you had to restrain the urge to hold her hand again, remembering how good it felt to have her hand entwined in yours.

When you both were walking near a ring toss game, Natasha noticed that your eyes lit up at the stuffed panda bear, and even though you insisted that it wasn't necessary, she immediately decided that she would get it for you. Surprisingly she didn't miss a shot, causing the people around applaud with admiration. Natasha handed you the stuffed animal with a shy smile on her face and you felt your heart warm up in your chest, thinking it would surely be one of those memories you'd never forget.

After that, you walked a few more steps and a man selling cotton candy caught your attention. "Oh my god, I love cotton candy! I can't remember the last time I ate one!" You said, and soon an old memory flashed through your mind, causing you to let out a slight laugh. "You know, once when I was a kid-" You interrupted your own speech, not finishing your sentence, remembering the promise you mentally made of not saying anything more about yourself that night. Natasha looked at you curiously, wanting to know the rest of the story, you shook your head. "Nevermind."

Natasha's eyes shifted between you and the cotton candy machine, and before you could stop her, she walked towards the seller, returning with a yellow cotton candy and handing it to you. "I really didn't..." You opened and closed your mouth not knowing what to say. "You didn't have to-"

"It's fine." Natasha said with a smile. You asked her if she wanted to split the cotton candy, but she declined, claiming she wasn't hungry. "But I really want you to tell me the story that you didn't finish."

You denied with your head. "I've already told you a lot about me. Tell me something about yourself." Natasha shrugged her shoulders, hiding her hands inside the pockets of her black pants. "I really don't have much to say about myself."

"I don't believe it." You said after eating a piece of your candy. "For example, I didn't know you speak Russian."

"Oh, yes. I'm from Russia." Natasha said, as if it was no big deal. "I came here when I was still little." You nodded in agreement, looking at her with interest, you waited for her to say more, but she stopped there.

"What about your sister?" You kept asking. "She seems... nice."

Natasha let out a huge sigh, and stopped walking to stand in front of you, she contained a serious expression on her face. "Can you please stop asking these questions? These are not things I like to talk about."

Whether it was Natasha's intention or not, her words were definitely a little too rude. Your shoulders automatically tensed up and you no longer felt so comfortable in her presence. "Sure." You said, under your breath, even though you were having a hard time accepting that she didn't want to talk about herself.

You felt something wet touch the tip of your head and immediately looked up to see what it was, raindrops began to fall from the sky. "It's raining." You said looking around you, watching people start to run from the water drops. "Ah, look." You indicated with your head in the direction of where you were looking. "That woman is already selling umbrellas."

You walked towards the seller, but Natasha soon directed you to a covered area. "I don't think it's raining that much."

You looked at the dots of rain falling from the sky, they weren't that strong, but they weren't too weak either. "I guess not." You said uncertainty, seeing people opening their umbrellas.

"I mean, I can buy one for you, but I don't think it's raining that hard, so..."

"No, yes, I'm fine." You said quickly, finishing eating your cotton candy in silence. An awkward atmosphere built up between you and Natasha, and neither of you said anything for quite a while, just listening to the laughter of the other people and the rain that kept falling.

Natasha didn't look you in the eye, making you think that you did something wrong. The fact that she was reluctant to say anything about herself didn't help the situation either, you didn't want to be that annoying person who only talks about herself, and if she didn't open up to you, you could never get into a serious relationship.

Everything seemed to get worse when a couple in love started kissing intensely next to you and Natasha. You looked away from the couple as much as you could, feeling a little embarrassed. Natasha cleared her throat and you noticed that she was as uncomfortable as you were.

And when you decided to break the silence, wanting to leave because you couldn't stand that torture anymore, you and Natasha asked at the same time:

"Can you take me home?"

"Do you want to play some of those games?"

Natasha looked down at her own feet, nodding in response. Your heart ached in your chest, finding it hard to end your date with her so soon, but you didn't want to stand there knowing that nothing was going to happen.

At the same moment that the rain stopped, you both left. And you thought you were the unluckiest person in the world.

The ride home was silent, you only opened your mouth to show Natasha which way to go. She turned on the radio to lighten the mood between you, but it didn't work.

You pressed the panda bear she won for you closer to your body. At least you had gotten a cute present.

"I couldn't pay for the umbrella." Natasha said suddenly, stopping you from touching the door handle, making you stay in the car. "I started the night with only nine bucks, spent almost all the money on the tickets to get in, and then I bought the cotton candy and the game to get the stuffed panda. If I bought the umbrella I wouldn't have any money for the other games." She explained. "And I didn't know if you'd want to play it or not."

The ride to your house was silent, you only opened your mouth to show Natasha which way to go. She turned on the radio to lighten the mood between you, but it didn't work.

You couldn't wait to throw yourself into bed and forget that you had gone on another date that would lead to nothing. You let out a sigh of relief when she finally parked in front of your house.

"Natasha," you said looking at her with a certain tenderness, "I have money, I said you didn't need-"

"Yes, but I invited you to the carnival." She interrupted you. "It was the least I could do."

You pressed your lips together. "I never thought you were the old-fashioned type."

"I'm not." Natasha spoke quickly. "It's just that... I wanted to prove to you that I can take care of you." Her hand rested on the steering wheel of the car. "But clearly I can't."

You shook your head, not believing the words that were coming out of the redhead's lips. "I didn't ask you to take care of me, I just wanted to go on a normal date."

"But that's the problem, Y/N. You don't deserve a normal date, you deserve a perfect date." Natasha didn't look you in the eye, fearing that her cheeks would flushed if she stared at your face, and being embarrassed in front of others was not something she allowed herself to do.

"You know, the problem wasn't that you didn't buy me the umbrella, that didn't even cross my mind." Your words made Natasha take the courage to face you. "The problem was that you didn't say anything about yourself, I was practically talking alone. Like, I don't even know what you do for a living."

Natasha looked at you warily, her emerald eyes carried a glow you didn't know. Her nails sank into the steering wheel of the old Chevy, the redhead was trying to choose the right words to make the confession she was about to make. "I wasn't at the karaoke by accident." She began, speaking slowly. "I was going to rob the place."

You couldn't contain your surprised expression, Darcy's voice saying 'I told you so" filled your ears, even though your friend was far away from where you were.

However, Natasha's honesty earned your curiosity, and seeing that you remained in the car staring patiently at her, she continued: "Since my parents died my sister and I are having a hard time finding a job. We've never hurt anyone, this would be our first robbery, we had been planning it for a few weeks, but then... But then I went into the karaoke and you were singing that famous 4 No Blonds song and I..." She stopped facing you, her sad laugh filling the air as a nostalgic memory flashed through her head. "My dad used to sing that song every day early in the morning, before dropping me off at school, in a more terrible way than you did." She flashed you a small smile, but it soon faded away when she saw that your expression was serious, you weren't in the mood for teasing.

"Natasha, I'm sorry-"

She shook her head quickly and gestured with her hand for you to be quiet. "It's not your fault, you didn't know." Her words were sweet, but you still felt a little guilty for pushing her so much. "Look, I'm not a person who believes in destiny, but I really believe that you were there for a reason. I didn't want to rob, I didn't want to become a criminal, and seeing you sing kept me from becoming one." Natasha rested her head on the seat, leaning back. "And I don't like talking about my parents and my sister, because it reminds me of the situation I'm in now. It makes me angry, it makes me..." She sighed heavily, her eyes closed, as if she was trying to hold back the tears. "It makes me sad." She opened her eyes to face you again, she spoke the words carefully and in a low tone, as if it was hard to admit about all that. "But I like talking to you, well, I like listening to you talk about your crazy stories. I know it's kind of weird to say this but, you make me feel like I'm home. And I haven't felt this way in a long, long time."

She held your hand that was resting on the seat, your fingers intertwining automatically, with you having no control over them, as if they were meant to be together. Her thumb gently stroked the back of your hand and you softened at her touch, wanting to stay there forever, inside an old Chevy that smelled like cheap cologne, while a cricket chirped loudly outside.

You remained with your eyes fixed on Natasha, not sure what to say. It was too much information for your brain to process, and after everything she spoke, you didn't want to say the wrong words.

"I'm really sorry about the bad date, you deserve better."

An involuntary chuckle escaped your mouth, finding it funny that after everything she told you, that was still her biggest concern. "Believe me, I've had worse dates." You averted your eyes from hers, looking at the road. "My friend told me I supposed to pretend to forget something in the car if it's a really great first date," you were able to say, remembering Monica's plan, "so that way the person has to come and return it the next day." You sighed, settling into the car seat. "But this wasn't that kind of first date, and I'm not my friend."

Your eyes returned their attention to the woman sitting next to you. Natasha's eyes stared intently at you, the green of her irises seemed to penetrate every part of your body, and you felt your breath stop for a few seconds. She looked at you as if you were the only thing she has ever seen, and no one had ever looked at you like that before.

"But the way you touch me," you continued, "the way you look at me, and the way you make me feel, I…"

Without much thought, you removed your hand that was entwined with hers to touch the back of Natasha's neck, you leaned towards her, sealing your lips on hers. Her eyes widened in surprise at your action, but she quickly returned the kiss, running her hands through your hair. Even though it was you who made the initiative, she soon took control of the situation, and it didn't take long for you to realize that Natasha was the dominant type. She had practice, knowing exactly what to do to make your legs tremble. Her kiss was hungry and rushed, making you lose your breath quickly, but her hand stroking your hair was calm and comforting, making you feel safe.

She kissed you like the world was going to end tomorrow.

Shivers ran through your body like never before, no one has ever kissed you so intensely. She quickly made a moan escape from your mouth, and a proud smile appeared on her lips as she kissed you. Natasha removed her hands from your hair to pull your waist closer to her, and you were sure that your lips tasted like the cotton candy you ate earlier.

She began to slow the kiss by lightly caressing your face with her fingertips, before biting your lower lip. And when the kiss finally stopped, you found yourself with messy hair, rosy cheeks, and fast breathing. You wanted more, God, you wanted so much more than just that burning kiss.

However, when Natasha leaned towards your lips, you timidly turned your face in the opposite direction. Crestfallen, Natasha nodded, understanding what you meant. It was only a kiss goodbye, a kiss of pity.

"Goodbye, Natasha." You said, opening the car door and heading towards your house, as your back facing Natasha, an amused smile appeared on your face.

Natasha watched you go away mesmerized, paying attention to every move you made, still feeling giddy from the breathtaking kiss you two had, the cotton candy taste of your lips still present in her mouth.

She waited for you to enter the residence before leaving, only when you were no longer in her field of vision, Natasha turned the key starting the old engine of her Chevy. But before she could step on the gas, she noticed something on the passenger seat beside her, and immediately a joyful laugh escaped her lips, her heart racing in her chest faster than a leopard chasing its prey.

Apparently, it hadn't been such a bad date, and you were like your friend, after all.

Natasha looked at your house one last time, the gleeful smile still on her face, happy that you purposely forgot your coat in her car.

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Worth it

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha is good at a lot of things, but cooking is not one of them. Even so, she decides to cook for you, and the chances of her burning down the house are very high.

Warnings: none if you don't count Natasha cooking

Word Count: 1.6k

↳ Please, be aware that English isn't my first language, fell free to tell me if there are any mistakes.

The strange smell that invaded your nostrils was what made you wake up earlier than usual for a Saturday morning. You didn't move a muscle, your body refusing to leave the soft and comfortable bed, you were still feeling tired from the exhausting week you had.

But the smell of something burning was insistent, causing you to frown and cover your nose with the blanket. You immediately deduced that the smell was coming from your neighbor's house, and you mentally cursed him for disturbing your sleep.

Your hand wandered to the other side of the bed looking for the body that always kept you warm during the night, but you didn't find Natasha's presence lying beside you. Your eyes immediately widened and you turned your body to look towards the side where your girlfriend always slept. She wasn't there.

Smell of something burning and Natasha wasn't in bed...

You tried not to combine the two factors into one assumption, but it was practically impossible when the terrible burning smell got stronger and stronger, and it couldn't possibly be coming from your neighbor's house.

That was enough for your body to find the motivation it needed to get out of bed, you put on your slippers and hurried down the stairs.

The smell became even stronger as you reached downstairs, and the grayish smoke coming from the kitchen confirmed your theory of what was going on.

"What the hell are you doing?" You asked walking towards Natasha, who was blowing away the smoke with one hand while the other was focused on the skillet.

"What are you doing awake?" She exclaimed, ignoring your question and placing herself in front of the stove trying to hide the food she was preparing. "Go back to sleep!"

"Well, I tried, but it's hard when someone is burning down my kitchen."

"First of all, I'm not burning anything." Natasha said, holding back a cough that was caught in her throat from the smoke. "And second, this is our kitchen."

"It's my kitchen since you clearly don't know how to use it." Your voice remained calm. "Let me handle this before the fire alarm starts going off."

You took a step forward making Natasha hide even more the food she was preparing in the skillet. "No, I have everything under contro-" The fire alarm started to go off, preventing Natasha from completing her sentence.

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked at her with a serious expression on your face as the shrill noise of the alarm filled both of your ears. You raised an eyebrow, challenging Natasha to finish her sentence after being brutally interrupted. You both remained staring at each other, until she huffed angrily and walked away from the stove, rolling her eyes and letting you take control of the situation. She leaned against the kitchen counter watching you turn off the stove and take the scrambled eggs and bacon she'd burned out of the skillet.

You opened the windows causing the smoke to disperse outside, Natasha remained with a frown on her face. "I was following the internet recipe." She grumbled. "Clearly, they suck."

"Yes, of course, the internet recipe is the problem." You teased, but Natasha didn't say anything, looking even more annoyed.

When there was no more smoke in the room and the fire alarm ceased ringing, you stopped in front of Natasha with your hands on your hips and asked: "Can you tell me why you decided to burn my kitchen on a Saturday morning?"

Natasha crossed her arms. "I'm sorry if I was just trying to be a thoughtful girlfriend and make you breakfast."

"I thought we made it clear that I was going to cook and you were going to do the dishes." You bit your lower lip and tilted your head to the side knowing there was something wrong with your girlfriend's behavior. "You could have told me that you don't like my food, we-"

"No, it's not that. I love your food, your food is great." Natasha hastened to say. "It's just... Well, it's just that..." She let out a heavy sigh, staring at her own feet, trying to find the right words to express herself. "Yesterday, Wanda baked a cake and you loved it, you didn't stop talking about anything else all day, and I… I wanted to prove to you that I can cook as well as Wanda." Natasha finally faced you, her green eyes with a strange glint of nervousness.

"Oh." You said, a little surprised by her confession. "So, you're jealous."

"What? No!" Natasha denied, a little bit too loud, her eyebrows frowning as never before. "I'm not jealous."

"Hmm."

"I'm not."

"Alright then." You turned your back to Natasha, ready to return to your warm, comfortable bed, until she stopped you by putting her hands on your waist. You smiled inwardly, already knowing she would do this.

"Fine, you win." She grudgingly admitted after a long sigh. "Maybe I'm feeling a little harmless jealousy."

You pressed your lips together to keep a laugh from escaping. "It wasn't that hard to admit, was it?"

Natasha looked at you seriously, knowing you were enjoying the whole situation. "It's not like you made it easy either. You were all, 'Oh, this cake is wonderful, Wanda.' and 'This is the best thing I've ever eat in my life.'" Natasha said, mimicking your voice.

"I don't speak like that."

"You do." She huffed and shifted weight from one foot to the other. "Come on, the best thing you've ever eaten in your life? I could have baked a better cake myself." You both knew it wasn't true what she had just said, so you kept staring at her, one of your eyebrows raising slightly. Your urge to laugh increased, which meant you had to keep faking your serious expression even more. "I could have bought a better cake myself." She corrected, making you nod in agreement.

As you watched Natasha's irritated face and her indignant tone of voice, you couldn't hold back the giggle that was stuck in your throat anymore, making your laughter fill the room. "You're unbelievable." You were able to say between giggles. Natasha rolled her eyes at you, but you noticed the small smile in the corner of her lips, your laugh always managed to contagious her.

"Are you really making fun of me now?" She supported one hand on the countertop and put the other hand on her hip, trying to face you severely, but nothing could make the amused gleam in her green eyes fade. "I was just trying to impress you, and this is what I get in return?"

You took one more step closer to Natasha, still with a small smile on your face, you placed both of your hands around her neck. "You don't have to impress me, babe." You whispered so quietly that Natasha almost closed her eyes at your words. "I love you" you planted a soft kiss on her cheek, "exactly the way" another kiss on the other cheek, "you are." You completed your sentence by planting one last kiss on the top of her nose. Natasha tried her best to keep her face from blushing, not wanting to show how nervous and embarrassed she was, but you could see a shy smile creeping across her lips.

Your messy hair caressed her skin causing a small tickle over the place. She stared at your lips, wishing them to touch the one place they hadn't yet kissed and the one she wanted the most, her mouth. You took advantage of Natasha's distraction to take one of your hands off the back of her neck to wander around the countertop behind her, looking for something, and you smiled inwardly when you finally caught it in your hand.

Natasha started to lean forward towards your lips, but before she could feel them, you brought the object you were looking for in front of her face. Natasha looked at the sponge you had placed between the two of you with a frown.

"You forgot to do the dishes last night." You explained, with an innocent face.

"Are you serious-"

"That's your part of the deal." You interrupted her. "And not to burn the house down."

Natasha picked up the sponge that was in your hand. Soon, the soft expression on her face started to fade, but before it was gone completely, you leaned forward, giving her a kiss on the lips. But you pulled away quickly, knowing that Natasha was never satisfied with just one kiss, and that you were also never able to resist when she ran her fingers through your hair every time your lips were sealed on each other.

"When you're done here, you might get what you want." You said with a smirk and a mischievous look in your eyes.

Natasha watched, without blinking once, you disappear from the room, containing the urge to follow you. Only when you were no longer in the room, she returned to the reality around her, moving her body to face the sink full of dirty plates and cutlery begging to be cleaned.

She let out a sigh of irritation, mentally cursing herself, not being sure if she hated more the fact that she hadn't washed the dishes the day before or that she hadn't a dishwasher.

Natasha quickly washed the dishes, knowing you were waiting upstairs. And since there was no one around, she finally allowed her face to blush, remembering the kisses you spread all over her face and the sweet words you whispered.

Almost burn down the house to get that kind of affection from you? It was totally worth it.

Although she would never admit it out loud.

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Champagne Problems

summary: in which Wanda rejects your marriage proposal, inspired by Taylor Swift's song 'Champagne Problems'.

Looking at You

summary: Wanda wants you all to herself, but it's hard when you get everyone's attention.

Wherever You May Be

summary: it's a difficult day for Wanda, so she writes you a letter, to help her get through it.

Broken Promise

summary: you're having a hard time making friends since you moved to a new city, but that might change when a girl sits next to you on the school bus.

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader

I'll Remember

summary: what happens when your true feelings for Natasha are revealed after a good dose of alcohol?

Worth it

summary: Natasha is good at a lot of things, but cooking is not one of them. Even so, she decides to cook for you, and the chances of her burning down the house are very high.

Nine Bucks

summary: Natasha wants to take you on the perfect date, but things may not go the way she planned.

Tolerate it

summary: nobody said marriage was easy, but no one ever said it would be this hard. Based on Taylor Swift's song 'Tolerate it.'

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Could you please make a part 2 to "I'll Remember" please? It is really good, your English is perfect by the way.🤗

hello there, i'm glad you like it. and I'll be honest with u, i don't plan to make a part 2, but i guess i can try (no promises though).

and thanks for saying that my english is good, it's difficult to write in another language!

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that natasha fic was soooo good i loved it!!! thank u for writing it and i hope you write more of her!

hello anon, i hope you loved it as much as i loved writing. and i'm working on more fics with natasha, i hope i can post soon :)

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I'll Remember

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: What happens when your true feelings for Natasha are revealed after a good dose of alcohol?

Warnings: some swearing.

Word Count: 3.6k

↳ Please, be aware that English isn't my first language, fell free to tell me if there are any mistakes.

As soon as you brought the liquor to your lips, Natasha knew that she wouldn't touch anything alcoholic that night.

From afar, she watched you chatting animatedly with Tony Stark and Steve Rogers, the drink made the two men carry on a conversation without trading barbs at each other. Tony occasionally made a sarcastic comment about Steve finally allowing himself to be drunk, and the captain always played along, which he definitely wouldn't do if he was sober.

It was funny how a good dose of alcohol could change a person.

"Y/N will give you trouble tonight." Clint said, standing beside Natasha, the archer's sudden voice didn't startle her, she knew he'd come talk to her eventually. "And you should stop staring at her so much, it's a little creepy."

Natasha crossed her arms over her chest and remained looking at you. "I'm just taking care of her, that's all."

"This is the Avengers compound. I believe it's one of the safest places to be." Clint pointed out. "In fact, it's not like Y/N doesn't know how to defend herself."

"The way she is now," Natasha leaned her head in your direction, showing how you spoke the words in scrambled ways, barely managing to form an entire sentence. "I don't think she can."

Clint nodded, a smile creeping at the corner of his lips. "What are you smirking at?" Natasha asked, noticing the amusement in his face by her peripheral vision.

"It's just funny," he said very carefully. "see you all in love."

Natasha rolled her eyes, hiding the strange tingling that appeared in her stomach from what her friend had said, but she didn't deny his words. "Don't you have to be home with your wife or something, Clint?"

"I was actually about to leave, but I wanted to say goodbye to you first." He explained. "But it looks like you're too busy dating Y/N with your eyes to notice me."

She nudged him lightly on the arm, preventing a smile from appearing on her lips. Natasha had nothing to say to defend herself, she didn't need to deny her feelings for you when she was around Clint, and the man always made sure to tease her about it from time to time.

It had been a long time since Natasha realized she was in love with you, and until this day she hasn't had the courage to tell you. Mostly, because it would ruin the friendship you two had, since you obviously didn't feel the same way.

When Clint left, things got a little out of control. Suddenly, Tony turned off most of the lights with several whistles of approval and a more sensual and slow song began to play. Natasha's eyes widened when you got up on the table and started dancing in a very awkward way, but just like you, people were too drunk to notice if you were making the right moves or not. Natasha just realized that it was all a bet between you and the Iron Man, when he encouraged you to start striptease soon or you'd lose your money.

That was the moment that Natasha interfered with your fun.

Before you could take off any of your clothes in front of a bunch of people, Nat took you by the legs and supported you on her shoulder. Your torso was draped around her neck, and she was holding your legs that were on the right side of her body, as she walked towards the exit.

Natasha received a whining of complaint from you and the other people in the room.

"C'mon, Romanoff, don't be a killjoy." Tony said, turning on the lights again and facing the redhead. "Let Y/N stay with us."

"Only over my dead body." Nat snarled, holding your legs tighter.

"Nat, I want to stay!" You said, but made no effort to get rid of Natasha's arms, liking how her scent was so close to you and how her red hair tickled your face.

"Believe me Y/N, you'll thank me for this tomorrow morning." She spoke to you sweetly and then cast a deadly look at Tony, who just raised his hands in defense.

There was more whining of complaints when people noticed that you were, in fact, leaving. "Don't worry, I will be back!" You screamed, your words were slow and badly pronounced, while Nat carried you to the exit. "The Black Widow isn't strong enough to stop me!"

Your eyelids got suddenly tired when you finally left the room, and you were almost sleeping on Natasha's shoulder, until she put you back on the floor, holding your waist in case you had trouble standing on your own.

"Where are we?" You asked confused, frowning.

"In the elevator."

"No!" You exclaimed. "Take me back, I want to dance and win that bet!"

"You were almost sleeping on my shoulder, Y/N." Natasha said, hiding a smile. "You'd lose that bet anyway."

You nodded, even though you weren't sure if you agreed with her. You made sure that Natasha held your waist tighter when you felt that the elevator was going up too fast, but it was just the booze in your brain confusing you.

"I'm feeling a little dizzy." You dragged your voice, closing your eyes. You could sense the world spinning under your feet.

"I swear to God, if you throw up on my jacket-"

"Jeez, I won't!" You opened your eyes, meeting Natasha's serious face. "You know what? I might."

She raised an eyebrow in defiance. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yes, Romanoff." You said, in your head you sounded confident, but in reality you were just stumbling over your words. "You made me lose money, you'll pay for it."

"I'm sure I will." Natasha giggled making you involuntarily imitate her action, your laughter filled the elevator for long seconds. The smile on her face was the most beautiful thing you had seen all night, and you almost said it out loud, the phrase on the tip of your tongue, but the elevator stopped going up, drawing your attention.

Natasha dragged you out of the elevator, guiding you to your room. She pulled you closer to her, to facilitate the walk, your nose touched her neck quickly, your warm breath so close to her skin made chills run through the redhead's body. Natasha tried not to think about it too much, it was getting harder and harder to hide the feelings she had for you.

"You smell so good." You said, with a smile. "What is your secret?"

"I take a shower." She played with a smirk. "You should try, every now and then."

"Ha-ha." You forced a laugh, almost pushing her away from you. Your brow immediately frowned when you noticed something in Natasha's words. "Wait, you just say that I stink!"

"I didn't say that," her tone was provocative, "you said that."

You stuck your tongue out at her, almost tripping over your own feet. She shook her head, not wanting to laugh at your condition, finding it funny how you looked even more adorable when you were drunk.

When you both arrived at your room, the redhead had no problem putting you to bed, since you threw yourself on it, complaining about how tired you were. Natasha covered you with the blankets carefully and brought you a glass of water, which you drank every drop in a matter of seconds.

When she came back with another glass full of water that you had asked for, your eyes were already closed. An involuntary smile appeared on Natasha's mouth when she saw you sleeping peacefully. She silently sat on the bed and put the glass of water on the nightstand, and then smoothed your disheveled hair, wishing she could lie down beside you, and deposit kisses around your body while whispering how beautiful you were.

But she couldn't do that. You two were friends, best friends. And would never be anything more than that. Natasha would have to settle for someone who wasn't her, doing all these things to you. With that in mind she leaned her lips towards your forehead, placing a good night kiss. She didn't notice the small smile that appeared in the corner of your mouth.

With a deep sigh Natasha got up from the bed, walking towards the door of your room, a little crestfallen by the fact that you weren't hers.

"Where are you going?" Your husky voice startled the redhead, almost making her jump.

"Y/N, I thought you were sleeping." She almost stammered, it wasn't always that someone caught her off guard.

You contained a yawn, moving a little to the side of the bed. "Come, sleep with me."

Natasha hesitated for a moment, but she couldn't say no to you. She got into bed and infiltrated under the covers, laying beside you. "I thought the Black Widow wasn't able to defeat you." She commented, remembering what you had said when she prevented you from being half naked in front of a bunch of people. "But look at you, almost drooling on the pillow."

"Shh, it's all part of my plan." You whispered. "I'm going to make her sleep so she won't be guarding outside of my room. But don't tell her that!"

Natasha smiled, almost letting a laugh escape, it was hard to tell if you were serious or not. "I wouldn't."

"Good." You sighed, laying on your side to face her. "You're the only person that I truly trust, Nat."

She looked you in the eye, the moonlight from the window illuminated your face in the darkness. "You're also the only person that I trust."

You mumbled something incomprehensible to her ears. Your hand wandered between the covers, looking for her hand, Natasha froze in place when she felt your soft skin pressed into hers. You guided her hand to your hip and made sure she held it firmly.

Natasha looked at you quietly, it would be a long night.

You opened and closed your mouth, wanting to say something, but gave up halfway. Your eyes didn't stop looking at Natasha's, you stared at each other for long minutes without saying a word. The redhead would like to be able to read minds, she'd love to know what you were thinking.

Natasha watched your features mesmerized, every part of your face was perfect to her, she hoped you knew that. She squeezed your hip even tighter, not wanting to let you go, the thought that one day you could be away from her terrified her.

You blew out a breath when you saw Natasha closing her eyes, and before she could fall asleep, you finally said what you wanted to say seconds ago. "I love you." Your voice was calm and not lazy as a sloth, and your words were sincere rather than dragged. It was almost as if you weren't drunk, as if sobriety had appeared in you at that moment.

Natasha opened her eyes as soon as she heard your voice, her pupil dilated. She felt herself melting with your words, even though she knew that you just loved her as a friend, and not as something else as she wanted. But hearing those three words from you, no matter if it was the way she wanted it or not, was enough for her to have a heart attack.

Natasha removed her hand that was on your hip to lightly caress the side of your cheek, your skin shivering under the covers at the feeling of her touch. "I love you too." She whispered, barely moving her lips.

You held her hand, afraid that she would move it away from your face when you said the following words: "No, you don't love me the way I love you."

Natasha felt her mouth dry. Did you know that she liked you more than friends? But how? She made sure to hide it very well. The redhead swallowed hard, fearing that she had just ruined the only good thing she had in her entire life, your friendship.

"What way do you love me?" She asked, even though she knew the answer, but she wanted to hear it from you to be absolutely sure that you and her could never happen, to make sure you only saw her as a best friend. And for the first time that night, Natasha looked away from you.

"The 'I want to kiss you' kind of love." You answered, without hesitation.

Natasha blinked her eyes several times in disbelief, thinking that she was imagining things. "What?"

"I want you to kiss me." You repeated, the drink making you dare to reveal your deepest secret, your cheek didn't even turn red when you made the confession. "I love you more than just friends, but you don't feel the same way, and… and it sucks!"

Natasha stammered, not being able to form a concrete sentence. She could only be dreaming, that wasn't really happening, even though her hand on your face and your warm breath touching her lips felt very real.

How could she not have noticed that you liked her too? Natasha was great at reading people, but apparently you were an exception.

As Natasha didn't respond, you assumed she didn't feel the same way. Your face took on a sad expression and you thought you were going to cry at any moment. Noticing your trembling lips and teary eyes, Natasha realized that she should tell the truth, even if you were drunk and probably wouldn't remember any of that in the morning. "I love you more than just friends too."

A dry laugh escaped from your mouth. "Stop lying."

"I'm not lying, Y/N." She said in a confident and sincere tone of voice, for you to notice that she was, in fact, telling the truth. Your heart was beating so fast that you were sure she could hear it, your laughter filled the room, making Natasha smile with your happiness. "You are not?"

"I'm not." She assured you one more time. "God, I love you so fucking much."

"So kiss me." You begged, leaning forward to find her sweet lips.

Natasha had already imagined several times what it would be like to confess her feelings for you. And neither of them was with you two lying in your bedroom bed with you drunk. Natasha wasn't too much of the romantic type, but she wanted you to have a better love declaration than that.

"No, not like this." She stopped you by placing her index finger on your mouth, only she knew how difficult it was to resist that moment. "When I kiss you I want you to be sober, I want you to remember. And don't say it was all a mistake in the morning." She sighed heavily, removing her finger from your lips. "And I don't want to take advantage of you."

"Aww, aren't you cute?" You mocked her, pinching her nose slightly, Natasha gave you a disapproving look.

You straightened up on the pillow, getting even closer to Natasha's face, it was impossible for the redhead not to look at your thirsty lips begging to be kissed. If you kept investing, she wouldn't be able to resist.

"Kissing you'd never be a mistake." You murmured, your words contained confidence. "Just as it would be impossible to forget it."

"Y/N..."

"I'll remember, Nat." You whispered on her lips, your mouths rubbing against each other, you felt a tingling in your stomach when Natasha's green eyes stared at you with pure lust.

Ignoring all her rational thoughts, Natasha couldn't help herself and sealed her lips on yours in a passionate kiss, pulling you around the waist, causing your legs to intertwine under the blankets. Her tongue inside your mouth warmed you more than the clothes you were wearing, you felt yourself crumble to pieces in Natasha's arms.

You pulled her red hair closer to you, deepening the kiss and causing a small moan to come out of Natasha's lips. She stopped kissing your mouth, making her lips pay attention to your chin, and then your neck until it reached a sensitive spot of your collarbone making your legs tremble.

When she started to get out of breath, Natasha slowed down, distributing light kisses all over your face. "You had no idea how much I was wishing to do this." She murmured in your mouth, placing her hand inside your shirt, stroking the side of your belly with her thumb.

You pressed your foreheads together, already missing her lips on yours. But your tiredness spoke louder, making you fall asleep deeply in Natasha's shoulder as she caressed your back with her fingertips, and whispered beautiful words from time to time in your ear, even though you weren't listening.

You were safe and snug in her arms.

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The little rays of sunlight coming from the window, which you had forgotten to cover with the curtain, woke Natasha the next morning. A curse came out of her mouth when she noticed that you weren't lying next to her.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she sat on the bed, her heart pounding because you probably didn't remember the night before, or worse, thinking that everything that happened was a mistake. She should have known that this was going to happen, but she was stupid for letting be driven by her impulsiveness rather than her logic.

The noise of your bedroom door opening made her alert. With a yellow mug of hot coffee in hand, you entered the room with a bright smile on your face. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." You said, strangely well-disposed.

Okay, Natasha thought with a sigh, she definitely doesn't remember last night.

"I was going to make you a super breakfast, but Thor ate all the pancakes that I made for you." You sat on the bed and handed the redhead the mug. "You know how fast he can eat?" Natasha shook her head. "Well, it's very fast. There's still cereal, in case you want to eat something."

"Only the coffee is good." Natasha said, taking a sip of her drink. "Aren't you having a hangover from last night?" She asked, analyzing you carefully, fearing your answer.

"Hangover?" You chuckled. "I wasn't that drunk, Nat."

"You were about to get naked in front of a bunch of strangers." She remembered.

You lifted your hands at shoulder height. "In my defense, it was for two hundred dollars."

Natasha raised an eyebrow slightly. "Oh, so you didn't want me to stop you?"

"I didn't say that." You bit your bottom lip, making Natasha look away trying to keep impure thoughts from filling her head. "You were a lifesaver, if it weren't for you, I'd have committed the biggest embarrassing moment of my life."

"Well, anytime Y/N." She took a few more sips of her coffee, if you remembered your bet with Tony, it was very likely that you also remembered other things. Natasha cleared her throat, taking the courage to ask you: "So...Do you remember anything else?"

"Is that your subtle way of asking me if I remember the kiss you gave me while we were lying on this bed?" There was a provocative tone in your voice along with a mischievous smile.

Natasha didn't look you in the eye, covering the shy smile that appeared on her lips with the yellow mug. "Maybe."

You took the mug out of her hands and put it on the nightstand, you slowly approached Natasha and sat on her lap. She watched your movements without blinking, her mouth went dry. "I thought you said you trusted me." You spoke, putting your hands around the back of her neck.

"I do trust you." She assured you.

"So why don't you believe me when I said your kiss would be impossible to forget, Miss Romanoff?" You whispered followed by an amused giggled when you saw Natasha all flushed because of you. It was rare to see her all embarrassed, so you guaranteed to enjoy those moments well.

Natasha carefully put a strand of your hair behind your ear and soon took control of the situation, laying you on the bed as you exclaimed with her fast move, and getting on top of you.

"You really like to drive me crazy, don't you?" She asked, her voice husker than usual, as she distributed kisses all over your neck, you bit your lips containing a moan when she kissed a sensitive spot.

"Only because you love it so much." You were able to say when she put her hand inside your shirt and went towards your breasts, a hard knock on the door prevented Natasha from touching them, causing the two of you to utter words of complaint.

You allowed the person to enter your bedroom, Natasha didn’t move an inch to get off of you. Soon, Tony was standing in your room, with a smirk.

"Ah, so that's why Romanoff got you out of our little party last night." He said as he watched you and Nat with flushed faces. "For her to have you just for herself, I can't say that I blame her."

Natasha rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at Tony, hitting him in the face. "I hope you have a good reason to interrupt us, Stark." She said, a little harshly.

"Depends, is saving the world a good reason for you?" Natasha didn't answer. "Steve is calling everyone to the meeting room, right now." Tony explained. "I really hate interrupting the two love birds, but you know, duties first, making out later."

You contained a laugh as Natasha rolled her eyes at Tony one more time before he left.

"Will I be a bad person if I say that I think saving the world isn't a good reason to get you out of my arms?" She asked, with a playful smile on her face, but you knew that deep down she was telling the truth.

"Probably yes." You said, rubbing your nose over hers. "But I will still love you anyway."

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