Y/N POV- I had a secret. A reason for the distancing of myself from people. I had another life. A criminal life. I joined the avengers 2 and a half years ago yet I have told none of them about this alternate life I lead. That's why I don't let people get close enough to me. Close enough to find out or close enough to make me feel guilty for hiding it.
Every person who's been too close to me, in which I haven't had mutual feelings, i've either had killed or I memory-wiped quickly. Eventually, the same would have had happen to Natasha if she got too close. I have to be careful now, I didn't intend to be kissing her by now. The other day when she found me in the gym, she was close. There's a part of that morning that I didn't mention. The real reason I woke up early.
Flashback My burner phone rang in my pocket just as I was expecting it to. "Soldato" (Soldier) I started in Italian. "Comare" (Mistress) They replied. "Tell me it's good news." "I'm sorry comare, we're doing everything we can" The Italian man told me. "I don't think you understand amico (friend), I have to get out of here, i've been stuck in this shit hole for 2 and a half years, it was meant to be a short time thing, get the information and get out but now I am stuck here and she's becoming too attached to me." I yelled down the phone. "Comare, you must be careful. You know you cannot fall for her." He advised me. "Sorry who's your boss here?" "You madam" He replied, clearly intimidated. "That's correct, I know what i'm doing." With that I hung up. 'I'm in a right pickle' I thought.
Present time I woke up and rolled over to see Natasha still asleep. Her arms were spread out and the duvet was only over her legs. Her tank top had rose up a little so her stomach was showing. She began to stir awake and stretched with her eyebrows furrowed. She turned so that she was facing me and opened her eyes slowly. Before she saw that I was staring at her, I looked up at the ceiling and interlocked my own fingers and rested them on my chest to seem as though I was deep in thought.
Natasha lifted her hand and took mine, interlocking our fingers in the process. I turned to look at her and saw her beautiful viridescent eyes gazing back at me. "Buon giorno tesoro mio (Good morning my treasure)" I whispered softly to her. She smiled before asking "You can speak Italian?" "My dad is Italian and we lived there for a couple of years so I picked it up." I lied. "Mmm" She hummed obviously still tired. I had to learn Italian when I first joined the mafia. I never picked up the accent. My British one always stayed.
I smiled at her attempt to stay awake before moving her hair from her neck and planting soft kisses over the marks I left. She watched me in admiration as she played with the chains around my neck.
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I moved my mouth from her neck up to her jaw which I left even more kisses on. I proceeded to move from her jaw to her behind her earlobe and finally her lips where she wanted my mouth the most. She climbed on top of me, straddling my waist, as she slipped her tongue into my mouth.
