Professor Romanoff's Angel

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Y/N's POV

Natasha made us take a pickup truck rather than her regular car, I'm not sure why.
She drives us to a place with a flickering red sign 'Smash Out'... which sounds both sexual and not at the same time.

"I know you have some build up rage..." she stops the car, "And I do too, so..."
"Oh my god, you brought me to a rage room?"
"Is that okay?" She looks at me with a worried expression,
"Of course, it's okay." She smiles and takes my hand, leading me inside.

"Booking for Romanoff?" Natasha walks over to the desk,
"Give me one second," the man at the front desk smiles and checks a screen for bookings, "Okay, you have an hour lined up. If you head down the hallway, you'll find the safety gear and then our attendant down there will lead you to the room you'll be in." He smiles at me specifically, then he looks me up and down. Oh, is Natasha gonna get jealous? She better get jealous.

Sure enough, Natasha keeps my hand in hers and smiles at me.
"Okay, let's go, babe." She pulls me with her, the man at the desk sighs and rolls his eyes.
"Don't get jealous now, honey." I say softly as we walk to the safety gear. "I'm not interested in anyone else, especially not a man."

We get led to the room we'll be in, Natasha hands me a baseball bat and grabs a stack of plates from the side.
"How good is your aim with a bat?"
"I've never played baseball," she throws one of the plates in the air, I swing my arm back and slam the bat into it. The plate bursts over the far wall. "But I'm killer at badminton." I say with a smirk.
We work through the stack before I do some fancy spins with the baseball bat and throw it to Natasha.

I then grab myself a golf club and we both turn to the monitors sitting the table. We look at each other and nod, swinging our arms back and slamming our weapons into the monitors. The rippling noise of the screens cracking is like music to my ears. I drive the golf club through the wooden table and watch as it crumbles.

"Should I be worried?" Natasha jokes,
"Oh, come on, puddin! Don't you want to rev up your Harley?"
She laughs,
"But doesn't that make me Mr J?"
"It's Mistah J, and no... you're Poison Ivy, obviously."
She swings her baseball bat down, into the table, destroying the other half of it in one motion.
"Why am I obviously Poison Ivy?" She questions,
"You've got the hair for it," I smile, happy with the destruction she caused, "And because one taste of you and I'm in love... the best kind of poison."

For the next hour, we cursed out Mistah J by completely destroying everything we possibly could in that rage room. We even wrote our names on the wall like some sappy teenagers carving into a tree with a blunt pencil or a butter knife.

We get back to pickup truck and I notice that in the back, there's a few plastic bags.
"What's in the bags, Nat?"
She pulls me away and directs me into the passenger seat,
"Doesn't matter, darling."
"Is it a body? Is it Mistah J's body?" I say excitedly, "Are we going to the woods to dump the body?"
"We are going to the woods, but not to dump a body..." she starts the car and starts driving.

She drives for a while, we both listen to the radio and sing along together until my phone rings,
"Give me a minute," I say, she turns down the radio for me and I answer the phone,
"What are you and the girlfriend doing?" Amy's voice asks,
"If you know I'm spending time my girlfriend, why would you call me?" I ask, "This is precious time you're wasting."
"I told you she'd be annoyed." Amy talks to Brad, I'm assuming.
"I'm going to hang up now, Amy."
"Wait!" She calls out, "Are you having fun?" She says in a sing-song tone.
"Goodbye, Amy." I hang up and put my phone in my pocket.

"We're here." She stops driving and gets out.
I get out and follow her to the back of the truck, she grabs one of the bags, looks inside it and throws it to me.
I look inside the bag, it's a bunch of blankets. I pull some out and drop the bag on the ground. I look around, we're in a nice, small area surrounded in trees. Secluded.
"Put them on the back of the truck while I get some other stuff ready." She smiles and takes another bag away to behind the truck, where I can't see.
I follow her instructions and lay the blankets on the back of the truck, I find some pillows at the bottom of the bag and lay them at the top end of the pickup-truck bed.

"Okay, come here, baby." I turn to look at her, she's sitting on a patterned red blanket with paper plates of sandwiches, fruit, sausage rolls, Doritos and other snacks.
"Picnic!" She holds her hands up and shakes them - little jazz hands, she's so fucking adorable.

I sit down next to her,
"You are amazing." I lean in, gently hold her face and kiss her as softly as I can. She reaches behind her and holds up a cooler. She opens it up to reveal a bottle of champagne and bottles of beer. She also has two champagne glasses.
"You iced the glasses too?" She hands me an empty champagne.
"Since you like ice so much." She smiles and holds up the champagne. "I didn't know if you'd like it so I brought beer."
I have a look at the bottle, 'Bollinger Rosé Champagne'.
"This looks quite expensive, Nat." I say, looking at it.
"I don't remember how much I spent on it... but whatever it was, it was worth it."

She twists the cap and the champagne starts running down the side of the bottle, she smiles and licks from the bottom of the bottle upwards before downing some of it.
Hot.
Natasha pours some in each of our glasses and grabs one of the sandwiches.
"I made ham, turkey, peanut butter and jelly and basically any other sandwich I could think of, just take what ones you like."

"How did you do all this? Why did you do all this?" I pick up a sandwich and start to eat it.
"Well, I went to the store. That's how I did it."
"Shut up." I chuckle, she smiles and leans over, putting her hand on my leg.
"And I did it because I want to spend time together, I had to guess basically everything that you would like. I don't want to have to do that anymore, I want to know what you like."
"I like you." I smile,
"Well, I'd sure hope so."