natasha romanoff one-shots (gxg)

"𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞, 𝐢 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫!"

a/n: soft nat, meeting at a café, basically pure fluff <3

Life in New York City was definitely not like movies presented it. It was chaotic, sure, but definitely not just a place of glamour and endless possibilities, you believed. At least until you met her.

You worked at a café somewhere in Manhattan. It had an industrial but modern style, with tons of plants and comfortable armchairs. You served a few hundred customers each day and worked your ass off for that wage that barely provided you enough to live and pay off your student debt. But it provided something, so you stayed.

It was a stormy October morning when you entered the café, your hair wet from the rain outside. The few coworkers looked at you with amuse and pity - luckily all of them had remembered to bring an umbrella. Only you, the forgetful young woman, didn't.

"Morning, Y/L/N. Took a nice shower?", Mario grinned and laughed when you tossed a sponge at him.

"Haha.", you grumbled and took off your coat.

"Aw, you're always so easy to piss off. How sweet." The 40-year old sneered and put his apron on before going to the small kitchen in the back where they baked cakes and muffins. You just sighed and got into your work clothes, then you went behind the counter and waited for customers.

Soon the café was full of people ordering drinks and snacks; an elderly woman kindly asked for a chocolate brownie and explained she wanted to bring her grandson a treat. A student ordered his daily latte macchiato. The kid from across the street wanted a hot chocolate and a piece of key lime pie.

Usual people ordering usual stuff, as always. It wasn't exactly boring, but there were more interesting things. You focused on getting your work done and serving the customers as quick as possible, not paying much attention to anyone - until the red-haired woman entered.

As soon as your eyes spotted her, you knew who she was - the wavy ginger hair, piercing green eyes and plump lips. She was wearing a leather jacket and combat boots as she stepped into the café, approaching the counter with a neutral expression on her face.
It was Natasha Romanoff, the one and only Black Widow.

She stopped in front of you, a polite smile gracing her face. "Good morning.", she said, reading the menu over your head, her eyes flickering down to you every few milliseconds. You almost felt your cheeks blush, but quickly reminded yourself to stay professional. But god, it was hard. She was just so pretty. "I'll have an iced black coffee, please. And a salmon bagel. Thank you."

"Sure." You typed everything into the cash register and glanced at her again. She smirked and lifted her eyebrows slightly. "Is that all?"

"Yes."

You nodded and accepted the $10-bill she handed you. You gave her her change and then prepared the bagel and wrapped it up as you waited for Elle, your coworker who prepared the drinks, to finish the coffee. Natasha was patient with you, which you kind of expected from the famous avenger but it was still pleasant.

Elle passed you the cup and you gave it to the green-eyed woman. "There you go. Enjoy!"

"I certainly will. Bye.", she winked at you and left the café, leaving you speechless and blushing at the tiny act.

- - -

You got home tired and hungry. Your apartment was dark, the small space was cramped as usual and you wondered whether you still had food and if the money left on your bank account would be enough to order something if not.

Kicking your shoes off your feet, you walked towards the kitchen and opened the fridge. Nothing apart from half a bottle of milk and two apples. Student life, you thought and sighed as you searched through your cabinets. You were successful and thankfully found a box of mac&cheese. You quickly prepared the dish before plopping down on the green loveseat in the hybrid of a living room and bed room.