Natasha Romanoff + Scarjo Characters imagines (gxg)

𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 (𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒐)

So i now i said i won't be able to update this weekend bcoz i have exams on Monday, but I've planned this one since like last week, i even have a mini rough draft😂 so here ya go

"Oh boy...."

You were pacing back and forth around the room, your pure white gown dragging along as your fingers fiddle with the cherry chapstick in your hand, constantly applying it onto your dry lips as they keep getting dry from the nerves.

You were getting married, and although it was an arranged marriage, and it wasn't exactly how you wanted to get married, you couldn't help but get nervous.

I mean come on, it's your WEDDING DAY, the day you walk down the aisle, and the day you say those 2 magical words, which would tie you together with another person for a very long time, how the hell would you not be nervous?

About a few minutes later you heard a knock on the door, the door creaking open, and a certain hand slipped through the small open space and waved at you, the black nail polish decorating their nails immediately giving out who they are.

You giggled, lifting your gown as you make your way towards the door, placing you back against it gently, and your hand softly grabbed hers, making her smile behind the door.

"Why can't we just face each other properly?"

You mumbled under your breath,

"Well apparently we aren't supposed to look at each other until later"

She said, a hint of chuckle in her voice.

"But I just wanna hang out with you already! Is that too much to ask?"

Natasha smiled at your words, her thumb rubbing circles on your hand.

"Oh we'll get plenty of time together later, especially tonight"

Your eyes widen at her words and you feel your cheeks start to heat up,

"I- You- You do know we're not actually doing it right?"

You stuttered out, cursing yourself internally for it, earning a small laugh from the girl on the other side of the door,

"I was talking about having a movie night with snacks, where did your mind go off to missy?"

You could hear the smirk in her voice, she was teasing you, and it had worked as your cheeks felt like they were burning.

"Oh, in...Shouldn't you be getting ready?"

You asked, trying to change the topic of the conversation before you could embarrass yourself even more.

She replied with a hum, and you thought she was going to just let go of your hand and walk away, but you knew you were wrong when a pair of soft lips came in contact with your knuckles.

"I'll see you later wifey"

The voice of her heels clicking as she walked away echoed in your ears. Lifting your hand, you saw the bright red mark of her lips painted onto your skin, and you couldn't stop the stupid grin that made its way to your lips.

And so here you are, from a confused girl who just wanted to be free and live her youth peacefully, to standing in front of a woman at the end of the aisle, nervously waiting for the priest to say a certain sentence, and it all felt too much at one point where your hands started to shake and Natasha had to grab them and clam you down by tracing random shapes on them with her thumb.

"You may kiss the bride..."

Whoomp.....There it is......

You decided to just get this over with and looked at Natasha in the eye, she nodded, and the both of you leaned in, your lips meeting in the middle.