Toxic - A Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader Story

Chapter 12

Y/N's POV:

I hear a click and I groan stirring slightly. I'm tired and my head hurts, I don't wanna wake up. I slowly open my eyes and I'm met face to face with the barrel of a gun. I raise an eyebrow and mumble.

"Didn't you know it's rude to wake up the person you stayed the night with? Especially whilst you're pointing a gun in their face? Didn't your mom teach you basic manners?"

I use 2 fingers to move the barrel out of my face and I look up at her. Wow, even in the morning after a late, boozy, night she looks beautiful. I look at her, the bedsheets wrapped around her chest one hand holding them tight so they don't come open, her sculpted shoulders left bare.

"Get up Y/N. Slowly."

I slowly sit up. 

"Are you at least gonna give me my underwear?"

She glares harshly at me and then throws my underwear at me. I shrug and stand up not caring that I'm naked. I put my underwear back on, slowly and teasingly. I can feel her eyes burning into my skin. Once my head turns to face her I watch her quickly look away, her face going bright red.

"Well Romanoff, it's nice to say that-"

I'm cut off with a sharp slap to the face. I glare harshly at her, knocking the gun from her hands, grabbing her by the wrists slamming her into the closest wall, and pinning her there.

"What the hell is with you and the slapping? Will you fucking give it a rest?"

"You used me!"

I raise my eyebrow at her.

"Excuse me? How the hell did I use you?"

I frown slightly as I watch her begin to cry.

"Y-you got me drunk and then slept with me! I bet you knew it was me all along!"

I let go of her frowning even more. I watch her slide down the wall clutching the bedsheet tighter around her. Like, I know I can be a bit of a bitch but I'm not THAT bad.

"Listen here blondie, I'm telling you now, I didn't know it was you. Do you really think if I was sober and or knew it was you, I'd have done it? I've spent months trying to keep out of your grasp. You and your band of misfits who keep harassing me."

She looks up at me and stands up coming closer to me, I pull a slight face taking a step back. She looks me deep in the eyes and I gulp slightly.

"Y/N, promise me you didn't know it was me. I need you to promise me."

"Why is it that important? It was just one stupid night"

She rubs her arm going shy and I raise an eyebrow.

"It's important because I've never been with a woman before you, Y/N! You were my first and believe it or not, that's important to some people."

I run my fingers through my hair. Fuck, now I feel awful. I look back at her sad eyes and I nod. I gently grab her hand rubbing the back of it with my thumb. 

"Natasha, I promise you that I didn't know it was you. The new hair, the dress, the makeup? Everything was so different. Let's be honest as well, neither of us was exactly sober, were we?"

I see her raise an eyebrow and I tilt my head confused.

"You just called me Natasha, you never do that. It's always 'Romanoff' or 'Widow' or the more recent one of 'Blondie'."

I shrug.

"This was a serious chat, you asked me to be serious and to promise so I did."

She nods smiling a little at me and I nod back.