Natasha Romanoff One-shots (Natasha x Female Reader)

⚠️Just a date⚠️

A/N: Anything that has '⚠️' means smut. Also, this is going to be really long so you are welcome to skip it. I also have no experience writing smuts so bear with me. 

A dozen outfits lay strewn on my bed, shoes scattered over the floor, and my best friend sitting in the corner chuckling. 

"Stop laughing Wanda! Help me choose!" 

"Try the red one," 

"There are three red ones!" 

"The jumpsuit," 

I pick up the jumpsuit and pull it on. 

"Shoes!" 

"The black one with red bottoms," she says nodding over to one of the many piles. 

I slip them on and walk over to her like I'm a model. 

"So? How I look?" I smile

"Perfect," she says, but she'd say that to anything I wear and only tell me the truth after I get home. But I think she means it because I think I look good, which I guess is good enough. 

"Okay bye now!" I laugh, ushering her out the door, as we finish picking up all the clothes and shoes. 

"Don't forget to call me after!" she calls as she walks out the door. 

I anxiously straighten things around my apartment, it's not like she's gonna come in but still. When there is absolutely nothing left I can do, I sit down on the sofa and scroll through my phone, although it's not like I'm paying any attention to what it says. 

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A knock comes from the door and I jump up, rushing to the door. I take a deep breath and straighten my outfit before opening the door. She was dressed in a crimson blouse tucked into some black slacks, her gorgeous red hair in perfect curls. My breath hitched in my throat.

"Hey," she smiles handing a rose, she never seemed like the type of person to do that but a sweet gesture nonetheless. 

"Hey Nat," I say releasing the breath I had been holding, "you look, w-wonderful," I smile.

"As do you,"

We walk down to her car, a red mustang.
God, she's gotta be rich
She opens the door for me and I get in.

"So umm, a red mustang, bold," I say nervously 

"Yes, well my jobs has its perks," she states

"Jobs? You work two jobs?"

"Oh no, I work one but I own four" she smiles as if it wasn't a big deal.

How did a girl like me wind up with a girl like her?

"How? I mean that's crazy," 

"Well, I guess there's the whole Avengers thing, I also do private combat lessons. I own a Law Firm and a Private Clinic." 

"So you're an Avenger, a coach, a Lawyer, and a Doctor?"

"Something like that"

"Jeez, how do you have time for dates?" 

"I own them, I never said I work all of them, I just own them. I founded them, left someone in charge and I just get weekly reports and money," 

"Smart," 

We get to the restaurant, which may I add, is so mind-blowingly fancy. Even the napkins are fancy. She had a table reserved and we sit down. The place is expensive the cheapest thing on the menu is $68 and it's literally this type of bread.