Valentine's Day Special

Natasha | my hopeless baby

Prompt: 'I guess you can say I'm a hopeless romantic,' 'I would've just stopped at hopeless,'
Genre: fluff
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'Mm Wands, that smells good,' You sat on a stool at the kitchen bench. Wanda was showing you how to cook, you'd tried a hands on approach to learning but both you and Wanda agreed you were better off outside of the kitchen watching the expert in the kitchen.

'It's simply enough that you should be able to pull it off without any help,' Wanda finished writing down the last bit of detailed instruction for you. Writing it while she cooked the meal so you would be able to make something just as good for Natasha, though neither of you had any faith in your cooking abilities. There was a reason Wanda was the cook of the compound.

'I don't think mine will taste nearly as good though,' Grabbing a fork you had made your way over to the stove to 'taste test' the food Wanda had made.

'Probably not,' instantly turning around to pull a fake offended look, which didn't last long before you laughed agreeing with her, 'I hope torturing Nat with your terrible cooking isn't all you have on the agenda,'

'Oh sit down and let me tell you all I have planned for tomorrow,' Wanda knew you could ramble so she took your word and sat down on the stool you had been sitting on, the two of you swapping with each other, 'First I'll surprise Nat with breakfast in bed-,'

'I thought you said you had plans other than food poisoning,' You leaned over, playfully hitting Wanda as she cut you off mid sentence.

'Will you let me finish,' 'I wrote a few poems for her that I'll give to her once we've finished our walk around the flower gardens. And I'll sing her a song, then we can listen to the playlist I made for her while I prepare dinner and a nice candle lit bath to end the night. Nat is amazing and I want to really show her how much I love her by taking care of her the entire day. I can't believe she's mine,' Elbows on the bench as you leaned your head down on your hands, staring off into the distance thinking about Natasha. You loved her so much and everyone who saw it could definitely tell, 'Everything will be just as special as Nat is,' 'I guess you can say I'm a hopeless romantic,' Raised eyebrows and finger guns in Wanda's direction.

Your actions caused Wanda to let out a loud laugh, 'I would've just stopped at hopeless,' Your jaw dropped but you didn't have time to react when you felt arms wrap around your waist and a head on your shoulder.

'What are we saying about my baby,' Natasha's voice was like music to your ears, you almost forgot what Wanda had said.

'Natty, Wands called me hopeless,' You pouted, hoping Natasha would put Wanda in her place.

'Well you're my hopeless baby, aren't you?' Natasha smirked watching you smile and nod slightly, mind dropping at her words and the tone of her voice.

'You're hopeless baby, your anything Nat,' Looking to your side, Natasha giving you that side smirk, knowing you'd say and do anything she asked.

'Oh it's fine when she calls you hopeless,' You had forgotten that Wanda was with you and that you were all still in the kitchen.

Natasha held you close and kissed your cheek, 'Well they are mine,'