get close // natasha romanoff x reader

get close

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Natasha ran through the halls of the building, pressing on each door as she rushed through. Eventually her palm falls through a door, she enters swiftly and slams the door shut with her elbow, she grabs her phone and search's for her recent calls, she lets the number ring as she selects speaker and throws the phone down on tiled surface, she looks around as she finds herself in a small, ran down bathroom. She looks into the mirror and combs back red hair into a messy bun, and splashes water onto the marks of red on her face, the sink instantly turning maroon due to the mixture of blood and sweat falling.

"Hello?"

She hears the voice and sighs, weak in the knees and catching herself by sitting on the toilet, she lets out a large groan whilst black leather boots meet the white tiles below.

"Oh god- Nat are you okay?"

A tone of ergency and panic leaves her phone, Natasha finally answers.

"y/n, I don't have long"

"Natasha seriously what the fuck is going on"

"Everything is reminding me of you today"

Silence follows the red heads remark as she begins to take off her boots and unbuckle the black belt held by her hips, letting it fall to the white floor.

"Nat you're scaring me, what is going on?"

"I need you, y/n"

"Fuck. I don't know what to do, i'll try and reach Tony and- Fuck. Nat i'll send someone I promise, just stay on the phone, keep tal-"

Natasha, in the midst of undressing herself quickly stops and stares at her phone, repeating what you just said in her head and sighs softly

"Jesus y/n. I'm fine, don't call Tony. I just- just wanted to hear your voice"

"So you fucking called me sounding like you were on the verge of death just to say you missed me? God- Nat you can't do that"

You can hear her laugh on the side of the phone whilst the sound of muffled rustling gets louder.

"It's not funny, what are you doing? I thought you were on a mission with Clint"

"Well I was, until he started annoying me and I started thinking about you"

"I hate you"

"Don't lie baby"

She coos into the phone and you don't even have to see her to picture her shit eating grin on the other side of the line.

"Anyway, whats all the noise? Where the fuck are you?"

Natasha stops, her suit now down at her ankles, boots thrown at the other side of the room and weapons sat in the sink.

"I uh- well Clint headed back and I just- wanted to talk to you, i'm just getting changed"

She lies, falling back onto the cold toilet seat. She begins to reach her fingers towards her neck, slowly retracing sensitive spots which you know all too well.

"Well I gathered, so you just wanted to talk to me? Why didn't you wait until you got back"

"I can't talk to you like this at the compound"

You put all the pieces together, the spontaneous call whilst she's at work, the urgency in her tone, the russeling in the background and the soft signs she probably thinks you can't hear. Natasha Romanoff is horny. But you pretend you don't clock it, because Natasha Romanoff hates telling you when she's horny.

"What do you mean, baby? We talk all the time at the compound, is there something you're not telling me"

You notice a hitch in her breath at the pet name