HEART ATTACK • natasha romanoff imagines

EVENING

important authors note!
AN: I've used they/them pronouns to be more inclusive, let me know if that's something you like or if anybody what's a chapter with any different pronouns I'll be happy to use them

Third person: they/them pronouns

In which you greet Natasha and take care of her after a tough mission

Y/n rushed into the kitchen, just as the oven timed and the chicken nuggets finished cooking. They placed them on a tray and left them in the oven to keep warm before settling back down on the couch with a book.

They weren't reading long before they heard a key turning in the door and it opened slowly to reveal a tired out, red-head trudging into the apartment they shared. It had been provided for them by none other than Tony Stark and gave Natasha a welcome retreat from the busy and bustling compound.

Immediately, y/n rushed over, enveloping Natasha in a comforting hug that lasted a strong couple of minutes.

"Hey." They said softly, pulling away and smiling at their girlfriend. "You okay babe?"

Natasha grunted, shimmering out of her jacket and collapsing past y/n and onto their couch.

"I'm going to take that as a 'no y/n I'm super tired and what cuddles'." Giggled y/n, following their girlfriend and lying on top of Natasha who wriggled around to get comfy underneath them and wrapped her strong arms around y/n's body. The couple melted into each other basking in the familiarity of the other's touch and loving embrace.

Together, they laid like that. In the distance they could hear the occasional siren and somewhere nearby an excited rage blasting music.

"I cooked chicken nuggets." Y/n eventually whispered, stroking Natasha's soft hair gently with one hand.

Nat's emerald eyes gazed at y/n with something like surprise. "And the place didn't burn down?" She teased, bringing a goofy smile to y/n's face, already happy they'd made their girlfriend feel better enough to playfully bully them.

"I beg your pardon— I am a wonderful chef." Joked y/n.

They lifted themselves up and off the couch and crossed the room towards the kitchen.

"Hey, why don't you go and get changed into something cosier, however hot you look in that black training suit." They winked.

Natasha left to head into the bedroom and y/n plated up the food she'd heated previously. They then poured some lemonade into wine glasses, the couple tried to live lavishly despite Natasha insisting the pair remain sober on weekdays. Y/n laid the table and sat down, humming quietly to an old 'Vampire Weekend' song as they awaited their girlfriend's return.

Soon enough Natasha had re-entered, happily sporty a pair of pyjama bottoms and an oversized hoodie y/n had picked up in an airport whilst on a trip to France with some university friends.

"I'll give you kudos this smells good." Laughed Natasha, missing the adoration in y/n's eyes as they watched their beautiful girlfriend having fun. "Those read-meals always seem to come through for you don't they?"

"Oh shut up, you appreciate it."

The food was all finished fairly quickly and rather than settle into their queen-sized bed, the pair once again collapsed onto the couch. Y/n piled a plethora of fluffy blankets upon them and they flicked through the channels, settling on re-runs of 'Friends' being played.

It had been a good evening, sometimes Natasha was too drained out to even eat a proper meal and she rarely stayed up for more than an hour after coming home. But, that evening had been one of the better ones and Natasha was always grateful for her girlfriend's hugs and support.