𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕎𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

Jealousy - Natasha Romanoff

Natasha Romanoff x female Reader

(y/f/C) = Your favorite coulour
(y/f/s) = Your favorite song
(y/f/tv/s) = Your favorite TV show

Moya lyubov = my love

Narrator POV:

Today Stark was throwing a party. You were wearing a dress in (y/f/c) and you were excited since it would be one of your first partys.

Your dress as short and ended shortly over your knee.

You walked in and spotted your best friend Wanda at the bar.

You looked around, but couldn't find your girlfriend Natasha, so you went to got to Wanda to not be fully alone.

She hands you a drink and you talked a little bit.

You didn't notice Natasha appearing with Clint, but she saw you.

And she was jealous. Fricking jealous. As if anyone would dare to cheat on her!

But she would never admit it.

But clint was a trained agent and her best friend.

As Natasha nearly crushes the glass in her hand and gave Wanda a death stare, he noticed and began to laugh.

"You're jealous, Tasha."
"No I'm not."
"Just tell yourself that, we both know the truth anyway."

They both stood there in silence for a couple of minutes unt nat sights.

"Maybe a bit."
Clinz just smirked.
"But what if she's happier with Wanda? She seems to enjoy her time with her. She doesn't look like she would miss me so much."

"Oh Tasha..." he said, still smiling.

Why he smiled?

Because the night before you went to him and told him you would try to make her jealous. Just for fun.

He then said, that you have a death wish, but you didn't care.

As long as she would kiss you like she did, every price good for you.

(Y/f/s) played. And you could help but started dancing.

Wanda laughed and danced with you.

But of you laughed and grabbed eagh others hands. Not, that you haven't done that before - you're still best friends - it was just, that nat couldn't see it anymore.

She stormed to you and pulled you in a passionate kiss.

Wanda smiled and walked over to Clint, giving him a high five.

You grabbed her by the hip and pulled her closer to you, still not ending the kiss.

She buried her hands in you hair and as you had to pull away, because of something called are you need to breath, you smiled at her.

"Jealous, Romanoff?"
"Who? How would you think that, Moya lyubov?"

You smirked and kissed her again.

You danced for the rest of the evening and as you walked into you room you cuddled and watched (y/f/tv/s)

-449 words