I jolt up and sit on my bed in shock, staring into the abyss of space, not moving
I had a dream that I was kissing Natasha Romanoff. I hope it comes true someday. I reach for my journal and grab a pencil then begin to write about the fantasy
I dreamed that I was making out with Black Widow last night. It was wonderful. I sadly don't know what her lips were like since it was only in my head. She's so frustratingly beautiful!
I blush bright as I finish writing. I put away the notebook and head downstairs to the kitchen. I make some pancakes for breakfast and enjoy them. I take a seat on the couch when I receive a text. I check who it is. It's Nat
Hey, I wanna teach you some things. Come to the gym
Putting my phone in my pocket where it belongs, I right away take the elevator down to where Widow is to not keep her waiting
YOU ARE READING
Strawberry- Natasha x Reader
FantasyThe great Black Widow. Beautiful, let alone, drop dead gorgeous. She's part of the Avengers, goes on missions, is best friends with Hawkeye. Not you. You're an average New Yorker who absolutely adores Natasha, but can only admire from afar She's the...
