As you guys entered the limo, after a long trip to the beach, including; swimming, chasing each other, having a water gun fight, and building a large sandcastle, you yawned.
You felt exhausted. Your muscles were tense, your mind was shutting down, and your body was practically melting.
You tried drinking to get your energy up, but you ended up drinking too much and got drunk.
You let the weight on your eyes finally drop, letting your body to shut down completely.
You laid your head on the Widow's shoulder, mumbling about how she's incredible, pretty, and a great fighter. This caused her to blush and smile down at you.
She laid her head on top of yours, and eventually drifted off.
"Hey Nat," Tony called her, finally looking up from his phone, and asking if she wanted a drink.
Natasha stirred in her sleep, her hand holding yours and furrowed her brows and relaxed.
Tony smirked, seeing as his ship was finally happening.
He took a few photos of you and her. Then sent it to the rest of the group who also had their eyes glued to their devices.
This caused everyone to gasp, and ding Natasha's phone.
Natasha opened her eyes, ready for any kind of attack and ready to protect you.
She looked at her phone, only to see the group-chat going crazy about them.
She blushed, put her phone down, then drifted off again, with a smile.
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AVENGERS / CAST IMAGINES
FanficJust some imagines of MCU characters. This book is LGBTQ+ friendly, so please, no homophobic comments.