The Widows Rose: A Natasha Romanoff Lesbian Story

Chapter 12

Natasha's pov

I storm off to my room, leaving a very confused Rose in the hallway. I slam my door and go to my bathroom. I turn on the sink and splash cold water on my face. Never have I lost control of my actions like that. She just makes me feel things I never thought I'd feel. Love is for chidren. That goes through my head like a mantra. But is it? Why do I want it so badly then? Why do I want her? It's a great risk. I look at myself in the mirror. But what if that person is worth the risk? I wipe my face off with a towel and go lay on my bed. With all of these thoughts running through my head, there is no way I'll be able to sleep tonight. I decide to lay there for a few hour though. To give my body some sort of rest. I lay there, on my side, looking out the window when there is a knock on my door. I roll over and look at it. 

"Come in." I say. The door opens to reveal Clint. "Hey, you okay? You left pretty quickly." He asks. As my bestfriend, He would be the one to see that something was wrong with me. "I'm fine." I tell him. He crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow at me. "You and I both know that there is no point in lying to me. Talk to me please." He says. I sigh and sit up. I pat the bed beside me and he sits with me. "I don't know how to tell you this, so I'm just going to say it. Clint, I like girls." I tell him. He looks at me with a blank expression. I start to get worried. "Oh, I'm supposed to act shocked?" He asks sarcasticly. I scoff and punch his shoulder. "I knew that already. But thank you for finally telling me. I know that wasn't easy." He says. I smile at him. "That's not the only thing bothering you is it?" He asks. I shake my head.

I stand up and start to pace in front of him. "All my life, I have been taught that love is for children. That it is a destraction that I cannot afford. But, recently, I have been doubting that. And that scares me." I tell him. He looks at me with understanding. "Could the reason that your doubting that be because of a certain new addition to the team?" He asks. I stop walking. "Is it that obvious?" I ask him. "Kind of, yeah." He says. I sit back down with a graon and put my face in my hands. He rubs my back. "Love is hard. It takes work. It's messy and scary. But it's worth it. For the right person. And I don't think your feelings are one sided." He says. I look up at him. "How do you know that?" I ask him. He shrugs his shoulders. "Anyone who pays attention can see a connection between the two of you." He says. "I'm scared. I don't want to mess this up. So many things could go wrong." I tell him. He looks at me. "It's a big risk. But, is she worth the risk?" He asks. I look at him. "Definetly."

Time skip to the morning:

Rose's pov

I roll over with my eyes still closed. I don't want to get up. My bed is to comfortable and I don't want to face Natasha. However, my plans are foiled when I hear some one chewing something. I open my eyes and shriek. I roll over, scared. I end up on the floor. "Ow! Clint, What the hell man!?" I yell at him. He laughs and sits his bowl of cereal down on my night stand. "Tony asked me to come wake you up for breakfast and I want to spar afterwards." He says. I look at him and stand up to cross my arms. "Where in that did it say to watch me sleep like a creep?" I ask him. He laughs. "You were asleep, so I thought I'd wait for you to wake up." He says like it's the most normal thing in the world. I shake my head and grab the hoodie I had on last night. I sleep in a sports bra and shorts. Thankfuly, It's not weird with Clint. He knows I'm gay and he is married. "Let's go. and down't leave your bowl. I might murder you if you do that." I tell him. He grabs his bowl and we race down the stairs. We sound like a stampede and I trip him over the last few steps. He lands on his back and groans. "I guess I deserved that." He says. I help him up. We go to the kitchen and several people look at us. "I should have known it was you guys, sounding like a herd coming down the stairs." Sam says. I laugh and go sit in my normal spot. I grab some bacon and eggs off of the plates in the middle of the table. 

"So, what's on the agenda for you today, Rose?" Steve asks me. I think obout it for a moment. "Knucklehead over here wants to spar after we eat. Other than that, Nothing really. Why?" I ask him. "There is someone coming here I want you to meet." He says. "Ok, what time are they coming? I want to take a shower before hand." I tell him. He looks at his watch. "They'll be here in about 3 hours." He says. "Clint, let's go. I want to beat your ass for earlier." I say, standing up to leave. I hear Clint walk behind me. "LANGUAGE!" Steve shouts as we walk away.

Pepper's pov. 

I exit the elevator on the floor that has my office on it. All the avengers have thier own office. And as the CEO of Stark Industries, I had my own as well. I pass one that has the door open. I look in as I pass. What I see makes me stop. Natasha is sitting at her desk with her head on it. Her hands are resting on the back of her head and her elbows on the desk. "Natasha, are you alright?" I ask her. SHe jumps up and looks at me with a confused expression. "I forgot to close the door." She says, more to herself. I move to stand infront of her desk as she messes with some papers on it. "Are you alright sweetie?" I ask her. she looks back up at me. "Yeah, I'm great. Why wouldn't I be?" She states. I tilt my head and look at her concerned. "You've been acting not like yourself lately." I tell her. She looks at me for a moment. Then she gestures for me to sit down in the chair thats in front of her desk. I sit and wait for her to say something.

"How did you know that you were in love with Tony?" She asks, completely throwing me off gaurd. I blink a few times. "I- well, uh, I guess I kinda realized I was in love with him soon after he introduced me to Rose. He had all these qualities that I loved, but I was afraid the he was ruled by his head. When I met her and saw how he interacted with her, that was enough proof for me to know that he has a heart." I tell her. She smile a little bit. "What was she like as a child?" She asks. I smirk at that. She likes Rose. "Stubborn. Very stubborn, just like Tony. She never gave up. On anything. There was this one time that we entered her into a gocart race as a child and she crashed right into the wall. Scared me half to death, But she got up and pushed that cart to the finish line. She won, but gave herself a hernia in the process. She was a great kid. And is a great woman now" I say, full of pride for my daughter. Natasha smiles. "I also think that you would be perfect for her." I say. Her smile disappears and is replaced by shock. 

"I-I don't, uh, theres noth, we, I don't know what your talking about." She stammers out, her face going as red as her hair. I laugh. "Oh dear, Your just as bad as she is." I say while still laughing. Natasha lays her head back on the desk, groaning. "Sweetheart, just talk to her. Anyone can see that she likes you too." I say. "I think I might have already screwed things up." She says, her voice muffled. I smile. "I'm sure you two will work it out. Your both strong, independent women. Your both also useless lesbians. But I'm sure you two will be just fine. Now, I have to go work on some stuff. You go get your girl." I say and leave the office. "Lesbians." I mumble while shaking my head.

I am fully embracing the useless lebian stereotype in this, because I, myself, am a useless le$bean<3

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