Virgin - NR

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warning: angst, but fluff right after, and a bit of angst again, fluff after, smut, Top!Nat, Bottom!Y/n, again fluff, and awkward moment, I think that's all.

YOUR POV

"Alright Y/n, truth or dare?" Tony asked me once it was his turn. "I don't trust you so... truth," I said, chuckling. "She's a smart one!" Clint cheered and took a sip of his beer. "She is," Maria agreed. "So..." Tony cleared his throat, "...is it true that you are a virgin?" he asked and the quiet chatter between Nat and Thor disappeared, as it never existed. "You don't have to answer babe," Natasha said, staring daggers at Tony.

"C'mon Romanoff, don't ruin the fun!" Tony argued, clearly annoyed. "Tony, Lady Natasha is right. You're wasted, the game is over, you're going to sleep," Thor stepped in. "Come on guys! It's only a stupid question! And Y/n should have balls to answer it," he grinned. I opened my mouth to defend myself, but Steve cut me off.

"Tony, you're wasted!" he said, standing up. "Guys!" I tried to get their attention. "It's just a question, Tony's right," I sighed. "Y/n... it's a personal question," Natasha complained. "So are many others," I shrugged. She just sighed and shook her head. "You're wasted too. Come here, we're going to sleep too," she rolled her eyes. "Ugh, fine. Good night guys," I stood up from the couch and headed to the door, knowing it's better if I listen to Nat. "I knew you wouldn't answer. Because you are a virgin," Tony laughed.

Small gasps filled the room and I swear I heard Nat's jaw clenching. She was about to kill him, but I stopped her by placing my hand on her shoulder. "Now I'm the one who will laugh, Stark. 'Cause I'm not and you just embarrassed yourself," I said with an ironic smile on my face.

"Damn!" Maria and Clint shouted at the same time. Thor was smiling, clearly proud of me. Steve and Bruce decided to take Tony to the bed. You can't imagine his face! Angry and shocked at the same time, but add the genius-playboy-billionaire-philanthropist. Suddenly Nat grabbed my arm and ran with me into the elevator.

"Ow!" I hissed, making her grip tighten even more. "Nat, that hurts!" I tried to get out of her hold. "Why did you answer?" she growled. "Babe-" I tried but failed. "I asked you a question," she said with the same voice as the last time. "I know how to take care of myself!" I shouted back. She looked at me, and I prepared for a shower of insults. But it never came, since the elevator interrupted us by opening the door on our floor. "We'll finish this later. Go change, I'll wait for you in my room," she whispered-shouted trying not to wake up other girls. "O-okay," I gulped and quickly scurried to my room.

"Jarvis?" I asked him when I was changing. "Yes Miss Y/l/n?" he replied. "Please, inform me when will Natasha be waiting in her bed please," I told him. "Okay Miss Y/l/n," he said and I continued my actions. There's a secret door behind the painting upon her headboard, so I have a chance to sneak in and try to soften things between us. "She's in her bed, scrolling through Twitter," Jarvis informed me. "Thank you, J," I smiled. "You're welcome Miss Y/l/n," he said.

I entered the code to open a small door and quickly walked into the tunnel, approaching her room, the door closing right behind me. When I was next to Nat's wall, the painting moved aside and I quietly sat on Nat's headboard. She was too busy reading something that she hasn't noticed my actions. I slowly put my feet on the mattress, not wanting her assassin's senses to kick in. She was now scrolling through the posts, painting already in its place, blank expression on Tasha's face. I bit my lip, going to try my luck.

I jumped next to her and quickly hid my face in her neck. "Ugh, Y/n! How did you get in here?" she said and placed her phone on the night table. "Tashaaaaaaa," I groaned and snuggled into her even more. "What?" she said with a loud sigh. "Tashaaaaaaa," I mumbled again. "What's the wrong Y/n?" she asked. "I need cuddles," I muttered. She sighed and lifted the blanket. I immediately hid under it and pulled it back down, leaving Nat uncovered.

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