Toxic - A Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader Story

Chapter 6

Y/N's POV:

I look at her, still taking in the fact that she is real, there right in front of me. Her fiery red hair dangling across her shoulders. She looks phenomenal, it's a shame she's with those rejects. How much I'd love to just have my head between her sculpted thig-

Ouch.

My thoughts were cut short after feeling a stinging sensation in my cheek. Did she slap me? I raise an eyebrow.

"Wow, widow. Didn't think you were the bitchy girl fighting type."

"That needed to get out of my system, Hydra scum."

I roll my eyes.

"Oh boo hoo, so hurtful, my feelings are shattered. Didn't realise we were 5 with the insults."

I look her up and down.

"So what happens now, Romanoff? I'm gonna run, you're gonna try and catch me? You'll fail by the way. Do you really think I'm that stupid that I don't recognise the car? Stalker."

I see her slowly begin to get more and more infuriated with me. Good, that's what I want. I look at her after actually receiving a reply.

"Well Y/N, you're literally even more of an arsehole than I thought you would be."

I laugh and then shake my head.

"Wow, you really don't know who I am, do you?"

I see the confusion on her face and I tense my jaw slightly.

"Wow, super. I absolutely love that for you. It's fine that you're able to just block out these memories, but some people can't, Natalia Romanova."

I see the look on her face falter.

"Yeah, exactly. I know a lot of things about you, more than you probably want me to."

"Enough! I've heard enough and I'm sick of talking to you. You're coming with me and you're gonna tell us exactly what Hydra is planning."

I scoff smirking to myself.

"Well, that's where you're wrong. I will not be coming with you and you've got no idea what you're in for."

I stretch my hands out blue wisps starting to circle around my fingers and I look up and smile cheekily.

"Bye-Bye."

I take off running once more clearing an 8-foot rail fence with ease. I can't let her get me, everything will be ruined. I'm not letting that bitch and her stupid friends ruin years of plans. I keep on running towards the warehouses and I look behind me. She's close, but not close enough. 3, 2, 1, go.

I dip out through a small opening that I'm used to going through and land brushing myself off. There's no finding me here.

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Natasha's POV:

I hate that dumb stupid look on her face, her face is just so hittable. I watch as she looks me up and down and I tense my jaw. I don't know what came over me but the next thing I know is that I've hit her straight across the face.

"Wow, widow. Didn't think you were the bitchy girl fighting type."

I glare at her. Is she being serious? She is such an arsehole. I watch her raise her eyebrow like me hitting her wasn't justified.

"That needed to get out of my system, Hydra scum."

She rolls her eyes only irritating me more. Does she not realise how serious this is?