N.R. One Shots

Trust

You had taken on demons. Evil robots. Heck even Thor when someone finished all his pop tarts.
But today you faced a greater enemy.

The gold team.

You all geared up for one of the most intense laser tag games ever. You did this whenever you got the chance. When you first heard of it, you thought it would be a fun breezy game. But boy, were you wrong.

You looked up at the gold team.  Steve, Tony, Peter, Natasha and Clint. This time everyone had made sure you and Nat were put on separate teams, because when you were on the same side, you both were an unstoppable force. You had held up your teams winning streaks for the twenty fourth time in a row.

You heart beat dangerously loud as you all shuffled in a single file into the cool, dark arena. You flipped the switch to close the doors and shut off the lights. One by one, everyones vests hummed to life, yellow for the gold team, red for yours.

"Alright, we all know the rules," Steve's voice boomed out. "Three! Two! One! SPLIT!"

There was a squeal of sneakers on the thinly carpeted floor as everyone took off at the run to man their posts. Bruce stayed close to the gold team, watching the I every move; Thor kept an eye on all Red Team members, watching their back and Wanda Pietro and you roam around freely, targetting every yellow vest you saw.

"Hey I think Clint went behind those big green rocks," you whisper to Pietro. He walks there in a huff, being banned from using his powers.
Wanda cocked her head.

"Got you!" Peter yelped, as he hit Wanda right in her stomach. She glared at the boy as her vest blacked out, the timer starting in dull red.

You aimed at Peter, pulling the trigger, immediately taking him out. "dammit, didnt see you.." he muttered under his breath.

From behind the rocks, you heard Pietro laughing his head off and Clint's 'oh come ON NOT AGAIN!"

"What, you didnt see that coming, old man?" Pietro sassed, highfiving you. Clint rolled his eyes.

Somewhere Tony yelled, "HEY WHAT'S THE SCORE?"

"ITS 2-1 TO THEM DAD!" Peter hollered back.
"NO NO NO I BELIEVE I JUST SHOT THOR!" came Steve's yell. "ITS A TIE!"

Peter ran to wait out his timer and you and Pietro split up again, looking for more people to shoot.

Suddenly, just as you think this is becoming rather boring, you come face to face with almost everyone from the gold team, except Peter and Nat.

"THOR! BRUCE! BACKUP!" You yelled desperately, ducking behind the cardboard characters and trying to shoot at them. Thor and Bruce were still a long way off, and you and Pietro were highly outnumbered.

Sweat dripped down your forehead as you ran like the wind, ducking and rolling on the ground to escape their laser guns. Tony's shit almost nearly missed you as you upturned a plastic cavern to avoid it.

From your peripheral vision, you saw Pietro get shot and Thor and Bruce were still not here.

The best thing to do was escape.

You slipped behind the upturned cavern, emerging into a separate corridor with mirrors lined towards the end. You see a reflection, a yellow vest.

"Peter!"
"Gaah!"

You quickly shoot him and watch his vest black out again.
"DAMMIT NOT AGAIN!!!!"

You quickly walk to the end of the mirrored hallway, and enter a dark tunnel with paths running from it.

You stand against the cool walls, taking deep breaths as you calm down after that battle. Suddenly, you hear footsteps behind you and before you can run, you see Nat peeking from behind a wall.

"Hey."

You raise your gun to shoot, but she places one hand on it, gently lowering it. "Aren't you tired of this game..."

You stare at her suspiciously. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing I just.." Nat slowly backs you into a corner, darkness engulfing you both. She places her arms on either side of you, trapping you.

"I missed you.."

Nat leans in for a kiss, the aroma of her strawberry shampoo making your head all fuzzy. She presses her lips against yours, taking your bottom lip between her teeth, biting down tenderly.

"Nat?.." You moan between kisses, gun falling from hour weak hands and hanging useless by your side. Your hands make their way into her wildly tangled hair, the sounds of your teams shouts and yelps dissipating and you melt in her arms.

"You know what the first rule of laser tag is?" Nat husks, pulling away for a second, your brain turned to mush as she licks softly across your lower lip.

"Never. Trust. Anyone." You feel her gun dig into your vest and stare in shock as it flickers and powers down.

Nat kisses you again, fleetingly, tauntingly, and pushes herself off you, a smirk adorning her lips.

You stand defeated, lips bruised as she winks at you.

"Well played, Romanoff. Well played."

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to wandawidowswife bc she's an amazing person and lovelies go read her book 'Stubborn in Love' its a wonderful, WONDERFUL read <3