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procrastinatingsapphictrash · 2 years

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Silent Comforts | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

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Summary: You'll be there for Natasha when she's struggling in silence.

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Natasha was a complicated woman. You never quite knew where you stood with her. Granted, you hadn't known her long, but there were some moments where you thought that there was the slightest possibility that you might be on the same wavelength and other times where it seemed as though she would rather eat a shoe than be near you.

Being the newbie on the team meant that by default you were going to be the one that everyone was the least warmed up to, you understood that, but the rest of the team tried to make you feel as included as they all did. And for the most part, you felt like you were fully part of the dysfunctional superhero family that the compound housed. But there was still someone who had not fully come around to the idea of your existence.

Natasha Romanoff.

If you were with the team mingling during group training or general activities like movie nights, she sent you small smiles and engaged in small talk if you ended up standing near each other, and the smiles that she smiled seemed genuine. They reached her eyes and made them sparkle. Though when you were alone with her, which was a rarity due to the way she avoided that situation like the plague, she ignored your entire being.

You would walk into the kitchen with a pep in your step, and your happiness tended to increase when you saw the redhead making herself a drink or a small snack in between meal times. You would grin and continue your walk forward, offering a happy greeting as you got your own beverage. Sometimes she would offer you some sort of annoyed grunt in response, or just ignore you completely. You would watch her walk out of the room with a frown on your face and your head tilted, not knowing why she was treating you like that when recently she had been talking to you about how well you are advancing in training and seeming to want to know you more personally.

It was confusion on a level that you had never felt before, and it always left a stinging pain in your chest. Natasha was an amazing person. She was strong, passionate about what she believed in, a hard worker, had a good sense of humour, and made you feel as though you were the only person in the room when she looked at you. It was hard not to fall for her. So when she made out that she hated you, it hurt. But she didn't seem to care when she saw your saddened expression before turning on her heels and making her exit.

It wasn't like you could confide in anyone about it either as no one else ever witnessed her actions, so they likely wouldn't believe you. You would be coined as the newbie who tried to create a rift with pre-established friendships. A homewrecker of sorts. You didn't want to be known as the Avengers homewrecker. So, during hangouts where you would normally talk to her in an enthusiastic manner, excited that she seemed to want to get to know you as much as you wanted to get to know her, you withdrew yourself.

You had probably been over the top, too overexcited; coming to the conclusion that you had been annoying, and who knows who else you had been annoying on the team and they were too polite to say so. The easiest option was to just barely talk. But due to your usual bubbly and bouncy nature that the team all grew to love, it was easy for them to see your change in behaviour, and it led to some concerned glances being thrown your way when you weren't looking. Including glances from Natasha.

She had been looking forward to games night as it was her opportunity to talk to you. With how she felt for you, one on one was far too scary for her, but she loved talking to you when there was a group, she was hoping to build up the courage to eventually talk to you when no one else was around. It was an alien feeling for Natasha and she didn't know how to interact with you, but her main focus that night was how even though you were offering small smiles during conversations with other people, your eyes were completely dull.

It went on for weeks, and no one had explicitly mentioned your change in behaviour to you, they all seemed perfectly happy still, so you just assumed that you had indeed been annoying and that this change in personality was a good thing. You weren't happy, you were far from it, but you were happy that your friends were happy, so you would be able to deal with it.

But you had completely withdrawn from Natasha, and she wasn't happy either. The way she felt for you was the first time she had ever felt that way before, and she had ruined it before she had even started it.

What she hadn't been aware of is that you had quickly become a safe space for her when in the compound, and she really couldn't understand why she couldn't have kept it that way. Even after just a few weeks of radio silence from you, she missed your calming aura that could settle any tidal wave that flowed through her, the way your smile made her feel like everything was going to be okay. It was all gone, and she only had herself to blame.

She holed herself away in her room more often than not as she became a captive of her own mind, spiralling as her mind took her on trips down memory lane all too often, the realisation that she was not built for simple comforts flashing before her eyes. Love wasn't a pleasure that she could divulge in, she didn't deserve it.

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On a particularly quiet night in the compound, you decided to go out and explore. All of your paperwork had been finished early as you had managed to get into the zone in the evening and sped through all of your administrative tasks, so a nice stroll around parts of the compound that you had not visited yet sounded fun. It was a giant place, and you tended to stick to the block in which your room was situated, the training areas, and the common areas, having had not much time to get a grand tour of the rest.

With headphones on you allowed your feet to be guided by the quiet melodies. It wasn't the most exciting of grand tours as a lot of the hallways looked the same and were just full of office and meeting room doors which you couldn't care less about - until you would eventually need to know where one of those rooms were. But that was a problem that you could face on another day.

Though your interest was piqued when you accidentally stumbled across another residential block. Your block housed Tony, Vision, Thor for when he was on Earth, and yourself. It was quite a boring block in your opinion as Tony was always in his lab, Vision was Vision, and Thor lived on Asgard most of the time. Your roommates sucked to put it in layman's terms.

The new block that you had come across seemed lovely though. There were four doors like in your block, Wanda, Clint, Bruce, and Natasha. You gulped at seeing Natasha's name but pushed any thoughts out of your head and looked around. Three of the doors were blank, but Wanda had a red, wooden 'W' nailed to her door with a few small posters of various sitcoms and vinyl covers. It looked cute. There were also some small intricately detailed metal tables dotted around the block with potted plants on. Likely courtesy of Wanda too.

After looking around for a moment, you decided it best that you leave the area, but just as you reached out to yank open the thick metal doors that lined every hallway, you heard a crashing noise and then a muffled sob coming from one of the rooms. You froze on the spot and took your headphones off after pausing your music, letting them settle around your neck, thanking Thor that they were only on quietly in the first place.

The only issue now was that you didn't know which room it came from, though you did know it sounded like a feminine voice. You awkwardly walked forward with small strides and placed your ear against Wanda's door, hearing a small chuckle followed by an echo of audience member laughs. She was watching TV. By the process of elimination with your small group of options, this left Natasha.

Still under the inclination that she didn't like you, you were hesitant to knock on her door and check on her, but your mind was screaming at you to not leave her at a moment when she clearly needed someone. Your heart and breath began racing as you stared at the door, the proportions of the place looking as though they were growing and shrinking as your brain started spacing out in panic, it had been a while since you had been this anxious.

Quickly regaining control of the situation, you shook your head to try and rid yourself of any anxious thoughts and focused on walking towards the bedroom door. Your fist cautiously raised and hovered for a few moments before you knocked thrice. At first, there was no response, and you were about to walk away. Natasha was a guarded person, she would see you if she wanted to see you, besides, you were the last person that would be able to push her, she clearly didn't trust you.

But as you took a step back, the door opened a crack and you could see a small portion of her head peeking through the gap, but the eye that you could see clearly widened when she saw it was you standing there.

The sound of you clearing your throat could be heard when you realised that she wasn't going to talk first. "I heard a crashing sound and I just wanted to make sure you were okay". She was analysing you during and after you spoke, trying to figure out your motives and whether you were being genuine. Trying to figure out if you would think that she was weak.

After half a minute of contemplation on the redhead's side, she opened the door a smidge more and walked back over to her bed. Stepping through and closing the door behind you, you eyed up her room briefly. You had expected it to be bare, minimalistic, but it was in fact the opposite. It was cluttered, but in a neat way, in a Natasha way. There were books and notebooks carefully dotted around, stationary placed strategically, paintings hung on the wall, potted plants, and lots of trinkets that looked to be from various gift shops.

You smiled softly as you looked around, but your face dropped when you finally turned to Natasha who was sitting on the edge of her bed, spinning the rings on her fingers repetitively. Taking another step forward, you noticed that she flinched slightly, almost as if she had gotten lost in her own head again that quickly, and you reminded her that she had let you in.

Once you slowly reached her bed, you took a seat next to her, making sure to leave a large gap so as to not scare her off, and it was only when you looked at the room from this angle that you could see some things on a chest of drawers were thrown to the floor. You frowned and wondered what had caused the outburst, but you didn't dare make a sound whilst she was clearly needing to gather her thoughts first.

It was silent for ten minutes before she shuffled slightly in her seat, clearly feeling uncomfortable, and you didn't know if it was because of your presence, but she let you in so that meant that she may have wanted to see you, right?

Again you shook your head slightly to push irrelevant thoughts away and focus on the issue at hand. "Is there anything you want to talk about?", you spoke quietly and carefully, and as expected you didn't receive a verbal response, just a soft shake of the head. You nodded and pursed your lips in thought, "Do you want me to go?".

"No", she blurted out loudly and looked to you before looking at her lap again and speaking in a whisper, "I'd like you to stay".

You sent her a warm smile, even though she wasn't able to see it, "That's okay, we don't have to talk, we can just sit". She looked over to you in her peripheral and could see the outline of a smile, and that immediately sent a warm feeling through her chest. She visibly relaxed in your company, which relaxed you too. You had really missed her over the last few weeks, and though you weren't sure why she had been ignoring you, it was clear to you that she didn't hate you. Baby steps.

Your thoughts had been racing to the point where you hadn't realised that it had gotten late, and when looking at Natasha she looked to be getting tired. Her stature was faltering and her head kept dipping, trying to force herself to stay awake but not quite succeeding. Tiredness was washing over you too, so you tapped the gap in the bed in between you, causing her to snap her head towards you. You shuffled your body to be sitting up on the headboard, your legs extending on the bed and gestured with your head for her to climb up next to you.

She raised an eyebrow in response, debating whether or not to do so, but it was getting late and she was getting tired. So, she moved further up the bed towards you and lay down, placing an arm over your legs as you were still in an upright position. She let herself get comfortable, but tensed up when you brushed some stray baby hairs out of her face before relaxing into your hold more than she had before, prompting you to continue your ministrations, and in no time at all, she was out like a light.

That was the first good night's sleep Natasha had had in years, and it was all because she had you. Just you. No words needed to be said, she just needed a comforting presence, and you had that to offer and more.

Sometimes silence can be comforting.

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procrastinatingsapphictrash · 2 years

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this is so cute and amazing, tysm!

Infant

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: a few swear words

A/N: hello! this fic is a product of many late and delusional nights tbh. the entire concept of this one was based purely off of my sleep deprivation haha. also, this is for my lovely friend @maximotts. love you so much, you deserve happiness. happy reading <3

@procrastinatingsapphictrash requested: idk if this is fluffy enough but what about natasha being cute and shy around r because she's in love but she hasn't been in love before so she is confused and annoyed at herself?

Summary: Love is for children.

Word Count: 3.1K | navigation

please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work. reblogs, likes, and comments are always welcome. <3

Natasha Romanoff was graceful in everything she did.

In the midst of battle, she’d be seen without a single hair out of place while taking down target after target.

During interrogations, the redhead never failed to extract information from the detainee with a smug smirk on her face when they finally caved in.

Her elegance was most prominent when she’d dance, gliding gracefully across the floor, each pivot and pirouette executed to perfection.

Confidence was a trait that Natasha didn’t lack. She knew how intimidating she could be and basked in the nervous ramblings and avoidance of eye contact with practically every person she conversed with.

She found her ‘power’ rather amusing, how she could send someone into a blind panic with the bat of her eyelashes and one word falling from her lips.

However, her perspective completely shifted when she was thrust onto the receiving end.

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Natasha’s nonchalant demeanor never seemed to falter. She walked around with her head high as she waltzed through the halls of the Compound.

So, when her self-assuring strut turned into a bashful walk, head tilted slightly, it drove her wild. All she knew was that Y/N L/N was a common denominator throughout her drastic change in behavior.

Her cheeks would flush red whenever you entered the room, as she tried and miserably failed to hide her flustered state.

Your obliviousness was both a blessing and a curse.

You’d thoughtlessly sit beside her, head resting on her shoulder as you asked her about her day. Natasha would go stiff, focused on not making a single movement. She feared that if she moved even a centimeter, you would move away. And that was the last thing she wanted.

Natasha’s thoughts would go a mile a minute when you crossed her mind.

She’d never experienced the feelings she felt around you and quite honestly, she didn’t know if she was excited or terrified. Relationships were forbidden throughout her upbringing.

Love was for children, after all. Right?

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“What do you think?” You asked, eyes raking over your figure in the full-length mirror that hung in your room.

Tony had spontaneously planned a party and informed the team of his plans. Now, you all were left to decide on what to wear in a short period of time. And of course, Natasha agreed to help you pick an outfit.

“You look, uh…” Natasha’s brain short-circuited as she took in the black dress that clung to your body, hugging all the right places.

She had so many words in mind to describe how incredible you looked, but all she could do was rake her eyes over you in awe.

Your face morphed into a look of concern when the redhead failed to respond, as you ran your hands over the silky material.

“Does it not look good? I could try on something else.”

“Yes! I mean, no. You look beautiful.”

Your bright eyes met Natasha’s embarrassed ones in the reflection of the mirror. She was sat on the edge of your bed, hands clenched together as they rested against her lap. You were about to thank the Russian, but she abruptly interrupted you.

“I mean, you don’t look full. I just meant- I’ll stop talking now.”

You couldn’t help but smile in amusement, a small laugh escaping your lips. Natasha involuntary smiled at the sound. Sure, she was humiliated by her babbling, but she would do it again if it made you happy.

“I’m glad you think so, Natty.”

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It was common knowledge around the Compound that you loved romantic movies. This fact was ironic considering Natasha absolutely despised them.

She’d argue that love was nothing like the movies portrayed, but then again, she’d never experienced it herself.

So, how would she know?

Nat couldn’t pinpoint why she hated the genre. Maybe it was the unrealistic scenarios and coincidences littered across the films. Maybe it was the predictability factor of the poorly written plots.

Or perhaps, she secretly longed for the dynamic and connection the protagonists had.

Regardless of the reasoning, she hated them. But she could never say no when you begged her to watch ridiculous romance movies with you.

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Natasha sat beside you on the common room couch, arm brushing against your own as you selected the movie of your choice: The Notebook.

Unbeknownst to you, the redhead beside you couldn’t focus on anything that was happening around her, not when the warmth of your skin made a treaty with the coolness of her own.

“Popcorn.”

The redhead was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of your voice. Her eyebrows furrowed together as you stood up.

“Popcorn?” She questioned dumbly, as your head titled down to look at her. Nat’s heart raced as your hair perfectly framed your face, a smile on your lips.

“Yeah, I asked if you wanted some.” You giggled and Nat’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red, as they always did when you were in her vicinity.

“Popcorn is cool.”

Natasha internally berated herself as the words left her mouth. Luckily, you just gave her a curt nod and walked out of the room and into the kitchen before she had the opportunity to embarrass herself further.

The Russian sat there patiently, her legs propped up and onto the coffee table that sat in front of the couch. She zoned out once more, her mind traveling to you.

However, the moment was short-lived when Clint waltzed into the room, stopping in his tracks as his eyes glanced between the tv and his best friend.

“Am I in an alternate universe or are you about to watch a chick flick?” The archer questioned, faux seriousness behind his voice. The redhead turned her head back, emerald eyes landing on him.

“Shut up.”

“You hate cheesy movies. Why would you-”

“Nat! Did you want butter on the popcorn?”

Clint’s confused expression quickly morphed into a teasing one as the sound of your voice interrupted him. Natasha was quick to reply and the hurriedness in her tone only added ammunition to his inevitable taunting.

“You can put some if you want to!” The redhead ushered out, eyes never leaving Clint’s.

“I see. So, you hate cheesy movies but love-”

The brunette was cut off by a pillow that Natasha had chucked at him. If it hadn’t been for his fast reflexes, the decor would have hit him square in the face.

“Not. A. Word.”

The sound of your footsteps caught the two assassins’ attention, and the redhead hastily whipped around, attempting to relax her shoulders while Clint watched with a Cheshire cat smile.

You walked into the room, bowl of popcorn in hand as you immediately took notice of your other teammate.

“Hey, Barton. Wanna join us? We’re gonna watch The Notebook. It’s my favorite movie.”

You reclaimed your spot beside Natasha as she refrained from frowning in disappointment as you placed the bowl between your bodies.

Clint returned the smile you gave him as you tilted your head in his direction, Natasha mirroring your action.

“It’s fine. I hate romance movies. They’re painful to watch. Natasha agrees with me. Right, Nat?”

If looks could kill, Clint would’ve had a closed-casket funeral. The redhead glared at him as a gasp left your lips, Nat’s gaze softening as she turned to look at you.

“You hate romance movies? I thought you liked them! We can watch something else if you want to.”

“No, I do like them! Clint’s just being an ass.” Natasha didn’t know why, but she panicked. Her stare returned to the aforementioned Avenger as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Yeah, that’s me… an ass.” The amusement in Clint’s eyes made Natasha want to tackle him to the ground.

“But I’m an ass who’s watched chick flicks with my wife that I love and adore.”

It was in that moment that Natasha was especially grateful for your obliviousness. The implications of his words flew right over your head and she took a deep breath of relief when you didn’t question the archer.

“Aw, that’s cute. I want someone to do that for me.”

You pouted and Natasha swore she had never seen anything cuter in her life. Her eyes fell to your lips, not bothering to be discreet as your gaze landed on her, sending a quick, toothless smile her way.

Little did you know, someone already sat through the agonizing films for you; her.

“Anyway, have fun kids. But not too much fun!”

The archer laughed as he walked back through the hall he entered from. At that point, Nat didn’t care about the teasing, her mind reeling back to his words.

Did she actually love you?

Is that what she’d been feeling all along? Clint made a valid point, albeit in a dickish manner. People only do things they don’t want to for the people they love. She compared her relationship with you to Clint’s marriage, and the similarities stunned her.

Natasha always wanted to be in your presence, which reminded her of the countless times the brunette would open up to her about how much he missed Laura while they were on longer missions.

He watched movies with Laura, regardless of his discontent. His mood would instantly change whenever his wife was mentioned, the happiness and comfortability as clear as day.

His main priority was his wife, and you were hers.

This was the thought process that opened Nat’s eyes and for the very first time, she admitted to herself what she had secretly known all along; she loved you.

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The entire team sat in a board room, occasional sighs and the squeaking of chairs accompanying the sound of Fury’s voice as he relayed statistics no one exactly cared about.

It was safe to say that no one was interested in the topics he was discussing, the meeting resembling a classroom full of students that refused to listen to their instructor.

Even Natasha herself couldn’t seem to hold her attention on the man, not when you were sitting directly across the table from her.

She was merely appreciating your existence, watching as you’d occasionally lean to the side, whispering something to Wanda that caused silent giggles to emerge from the Sokovian, as well as yourself.

Natasha had been positive that no one had caught onto her staring, everyone else in their own worlds in an attempt to drown out the monotonous tone of Fury’s words, but she was wrong.

Steve, who sat to her left, had caught onto her staring. His eyes followed her line of vision and he wasn’t surprised when you were at the end of it.

His blue eyes returned to the redhead beside him, observing as Nat subconsciously twirled the silver arrow necklace that hung securely around her neck. It was then, that the super-soldier decided to speak up.

“You nervous about something, Romanoff?” Steve’s voice met Natasha’s ears, breaking her one-sided staring contest with you.

Her head turned to him, hand quickly dropping the necklace, allowing it to dangle down her chest. She quirked an eyebrow at him as she spoke with a smug tone and a cocky smirk.

“I don’t have a single nervous bone in my body, Rogers. You know that.” She maintained her expression, but her confidence diminished at her teammate’s next words.

“Do I?” He asked, subtly nodding his head in your direction, Nat’s eyes glancing at you for a second as her features relaxed.

“You should tell her how you feel” Steve suggested and he was shocked to see a look that closely resembled fear, flash through Nat’s eyes.

“She doesn’t feel the same way though.” Nat looked down, the insecurity she felt was a stark contrast to the confidence she had just moments ago.

Her hand returned to her necklace, rolling the dainty arrow between her thumb and index finger.

“Well, you won’t know unless you try.” He shrugged his broad shoulders before placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, Nat’s eyes fluttering back to his.

“Just keep in mind that you miss 100% of the chances you don’t take.”

The Russian couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at Steve’s words. “Did you steal that quote off the internet?” The super-soldier smiled, proud of himself for easing the tension that plagued his friend.

“And so what if I did?”

Another round of chuckles passed through Natasha, Steve joining in until the humor simmered down, silence falling between the two of them.

Natasha was pulled back into her thoughts, contemplating whether or not to follow Steve’s advice. Her life had always been full of risk that she never backed down from.

So, why was this the one risk she was too scared to take? Well, in her defense, the possibility of destroying the beautiful relationship she had with you was daunting. She wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if she destroyed the one good thing she had in her life.

The redhead’s eyes fluttered upward once more, irises landing on you as you watched Fury. As if you could feel her intense gaze on her, your eyes met hers.

All of Natasha’s doubts dissipated the instant you smiled at her, sending a small, shy wave her way, which she returned happily.

Natasha had decided right then and there that she’d rather bite the bullet than miss the shot.

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Natasha spent weeks trying to figure out a way to confess her feelings to you, but none of her ideas felt right. It was as if nothing she did could come close to the importance of what she planned to do.

She came up with various, arguably absurd ideas. Maybe she could take you to the fair, and profess her love to you at the apex of a Ferris wheel as the sunset beamed in the background.

Or, maybe she could take you on a picnic at the park and tell you how much you meant to her as the afternoon breeze flowed through your hair.

The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous she felt. She felt as though she didn’t have a single original thought, all of her concepts seemingly pulled from the romance movies she loathed.

Despite all of the ideas she had conjured up, she didn’t think that she would have confessed to you in the manner she did, but she definitely didn’t regret it.

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The two of you were sent on a mission and things were going well… until they weren’t. Long story short, you guys were ambushed and had to fight through more enemies than you could count in order to make it back to the Quinjet.

Natasha let out a sigh of relief as soon as she got the pair of you into the air, immediately putting the jet on autopilot before turning her head to take in your disheveled appearance.

“You alright?” She asked, and your eyes landed on her own as you sent a reassuring smile. “Yeah. Are you?” Concern was laced in your voice and Nat’s heart beat faster at your care.

“I am now.” Nat ignored the fact that she felt like she was going to pass out. Whether it was from your close proximity or from the battle she just fought through, she wasn’t sure.

“Tell me about it. This one annoying ass guy just didn’t want to stay down. Like, I beat you already. Accept it!”

You rolled your eyes at the memory and Natasha laughed harder than she probably should’ve, but you didn’t comment on it as you laughed with her.

As your laughter died down, silence took over, the hum of the engine bouncing off the walls of the Quinjet.

The redhead didn’t know why, but she felt like this was the perfect opportunity to tell you what she’s been meaning to. She just wished she did it in a more graceful, smooth way.

“You know, I always knew that the Red Room was full of shit, but there was one thing they taught me that I actually believed until recently.”

Nat’s eyes were trained on you as you tilted your head slightly to the side. “And what is that?” You asked curiously, facing your body towards her, showing that she had your undivided attention.

“That love is for children.”

Natasha didn’t miss the confusion that washed over your features.

She knew you were wondering what aspect of the events that unfolded moments ago had drawn her mind to the topic of love.

She decided to elaborate further, leg bouncing rapidly as the familiar nerves took over her once more.

“But, if that’s the case… then I’m an infant because I love you.”

Your eyes widened in shock, Natasha’s matching yours as she realized what she just said.

“I mean, I’m not an infant because I love you. I’m not an infant at all. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that. I’m so stu-”

Natasha’s rambling was cut off as you pressed your lips against hers. She tensed, the shock taking over her for a millisecond before she relaxed.

She kissed you hungrily, all of the emotions she’s been holding back being pulled to the forefront. Her heart raced when you returned her eagerness.

When air became an issue, the two of you reluctantly separated, not before sharing a few more soft, chaste kisses. Nat’s eyes were still closed shut, only opening when you let out a small giggle.

“Took you long enough.”

The surprised look on the redhead’s face prompted a dramatic gasp from you. “What? You thought I didn’t know? I’m offended.”

Nat’s cheeks flushed red as she nervously rubbed the back of her neck, leg bouncing once more. She was about to profusely apologize, but you quickly stopped her. Your hand found its way to her knee, effectively stopping the movement.

“I’m just messing with you. And just for the record, I’m also an infant.”

Natasha let out a loud groan in embarrassment at your teasing as your laugh harmonized with the sound, but the insinuation behind your words brought butterflies to her stomach.

She felt like an orchard in the middle of a sunny Spring had spawned in the pits of her abdomen.

You leaned toward her and Nat went to meet you halfway, but you paused. You leaned your forward against her own, noses ghosting over one another.

Natasha felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest, the anticipation deadly.

“So… near-death experiences get you going, huh?” You let out a chuckle and Natasha felt like she was going to collapse as she felt the vibrations of your laughter.

Her patience had run thin.

The humor left your expression the second her hand gripped the back of your head, fingers in your hair as she tugged you closer. The confidence had finally found its way back to Natasha, and she reveled in it.

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“Shut up and kiss me.”

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