Natasha Romanoff x Female reader Oneshots

Anniversary

Warnings~ none, just fluff
Words~ 869
(not proofread so if there are any mistakes blame grammarly)

For @Kayla13101 <33

Y/n's POV
It was coming up to mine and Nat's 2nd anniversary. I love her so, so much. She grew up with the phrase 'love is for children' repetitively said to her. I'd like to believe I let her know that love isn't just for children, but for those who can find it.

Coincidentally, all avengers, except Nat and I, we're on a mission tonight. I decided on making Nat a (at home) candlelit dinner. Just the two of us. Normally I would take her out for a meal, but tonight is special so I decided to make a meal myself.

Nat couldn't cook. The reason as to why was quite simple. In her past, she learnt how to fight and kill. She never learnt how to cook. I have spent a few of my evenings trying to teach Nat how to either poach an egg or cook up a delicious spaghetti bolognese. Keyword in that sentence, trying. I didn't want to be mean but she was hopeless. So hopeless to the point where one day she tried to make me breakfast in bed. The toast was burnt and the orange juice was out of date. But like they say, A for effort.

I told Nat to get ready for our date night and to stay in our room until I came and got her. Did she listen? Nope. Course she didn't, she's stubborn.

"Mmm smells good" she hummed walking into the kitchen. "I thought I told you to stay in our room until I came and got you," I said, smirking. "Yeah, well it smelt too good. Plus I felt bad you were doing all of this and I wanted to help," she added on. I sighed knowing I hate turning her down. "I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don't trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen." I smiled up at her, placing a gentle kiss on her plump lips.

"You don't trust me?" concern lacing her words. "You didn't hear me, did you? I said I didn't trust your cooking. The last time you tried to cook, you almost burnt the compound down." I reassured her.

"Can I at least watch?" she asked. "No, I want this to be a surprise. Even though you've already done the one thing I told you not to do." I teased. "I love you" she changed the subject slightly. "I love you too, you enormously stubborn pain in the ass."

Dinner didn't take long to cook. Nat sat on the marble countertop, waiting patiently while prepared our meal. It was Steak au Poivre

(idk it looked fancy)

*time skip to after the dinner*

Nat and I had finished our dinner and are now sat on the sofa, snuggled up under a king size blanket. We put on one of our favourite films, Y/f/f. We had popcorn and Malibu and lemonade. (best alcoholic drink hands down)

As we were watching, something came to mind. "Hey, Nat?" I asked for her attention as u caused the movie. We've watched that movie countless amount of times but I still paused it. "Yes, moya lyubov" she met my eyes with her own. "You know those roses are red, violets are blue poems?" I asked. "Yeah, why?" I started laughing before I could even respond. Once I stopped I continued, "I have the perfect one" I stated with a slightly mischievous grin on my face. She didn't say anything. She only nodded slightly letting me continue. "Roses are red, violets are blue, if I had a brick, I would throw it at you" I burst into a fit of laughter once again.

She smirked, of course, before speaking. "Oh, would you now?" "yes" I stated trying to be as serious as I could. She immediately placed her hands on my hips and started tickling me. She knew I was extremely ticklish and knew I hated it. Being tickled was almost like torture. Soon, I found it hard to breathe. I couldn't stop laughing. I tapped her arm three times signalling to stop. "Stop! Stop! I promise I didn't mean it!" I shouted.

She stopped the tickling and I could finally breathe. "So, if you had a brick, what would you do with it?" she asked me seriously. "I would simply put it on the floor," I said knowing that's all she wanted to hear. "Good answer," she said, picking up the tv controller and unpausing the movie.

Soon the movie came to an end. We had a few glasses of Malibu each. I was slightly tipsy but nat acted like she hadn't drunk at all. We made it up to our bedroom and snuggled up on the bed. She moved us so that we were spooning, her being the big spoon. Most nights she was the big spoon. But there was the odd night where she was the little spoon. Those nights were when she needed that extra comfort. Whether she had a bad day or just wanted to feel protected. I was more than happy to be the big spoon, it made me happy that she was finally able to express herself and her feelings

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Just realised I posted this without saying anything at the end. I'm very tired so that's probably why.

I'm going out for lunch tomorrow with my grandparents so that's exciting.

I have nothing else to say really

Have a good rest of the day/night

~Millie 🤍🤍