Natasha Romanoff One-shots (Natasha x Female Reader)

A little bit of love (pt 1)

Y/N pov: 

I've been alone all my life. I don't know what it feels like to be loved or to love. My parents died in the battle of New York when I was 10, which was really the closest thing I had to being loved. They were always working so I spent the majority of my time at boarding school. I only saw them 5 times before they died. When I was born, my fifth birthday, my sister's wedding, at my grandmother's funeral, and my 10th birthday. You'd think they were bad parents but really they were both in the military, my mother was a surgeon, and my father a general in the front line. 

So I walk into the room expecting disappointment. I have the chance to be part of a family, a family I envied. The Avengers. None of them are related but they are all like family, possibly more family-like than a lot of the families in this world. 

"Miss Y/L/N," Stark nods as I enter. I give a smile small as I stop at the table. Stark nods at the seat and I sit. 

"Guys, this is Y/N Y/L/N," Stark says, I nod. "She's hopefully going to join us, we'll observe her for a week and then decide." 

"Better be good, Nat's a no shot, Wanda's a no shot, Maria's a no shot, we need another lady." Sam laughs. 

"Well, you'll be disappointed to know that I'm a no-shot either," I grin. 

"What is our luck?!" Sam rolls his eyes. 

"Nat, show this pretty lady to her room," Stark sighs. Nat nods and I follow her. While the rest of them joke about. 

She leads me to the elevator and we both get in. Unlike most buildings, there are enough elevators that there is never one unavailable. 

"So, what made you come here?" 

"Why not here? You're the Avengers"

"Oh, well I guess that's true, but why not the CIA or the FBI? They're easier to get into aren't they?"

"Because they don't have hot ladies like you," She tilts slightly her head, a smirk appearing on her face. 

"There's always hot ladies, Miss Y/L/N,"

"Well that's true, but not like you," 

"That's flattering, to say the least," 

"What? You don't find yourself attractive?" 

"Oh I do, most people do," 

"Then why are you flattered, I'm sure you have Wanda, Maria and what not lining up, and let's not forget the boys" 

"Because they aren't my type,"

"Maria isn't your type? God, you must be hard to please." 

"No, I'm not hard to please, they're just not my type when I have someone like you coming around here." She says leaning against the glass. I laugh, 

"Oh come on, don't be ridiculous. What's so special about me." She looks me up and down. 

"Mmmm, you have good aim, you're fit, you raised yourself really strong, you don't like to expose your soft side. You dyed and cut your hair a lot, you like wearing either extremely loose or tight clothes. I can keep going if you want."

"You can tell all that from just looking at me."

"and I did some research,"

"Stalker much?"

We get to the top floor where all the rooms are. She takes to almost to the end of the hall. She opens the door and follows me inside. The room is nice, nicer than my $5000/m apartment, it has a fully equipt bathroom and kitchen although there is a bigger, communal one just down the hall in the lounge, which may I say is huge. My bags are next to my bed and the fridge and wardrobe is fully stocked. 

"All this?" 

"It's Stark isn't it?" 

I sit on the bed, bouncing up and down testing the firmness. Natasha smiles and sit down next to me. 

"You like it?" 

"Are you kidding? I love it." 

We end up talking for half an hour. Her eyes are gorgeous, that green colour with a little bit of both blue and yellowy-brown. My eyes flicker to her lips and obviously, being the Natasha Romanoff, she notices. She leans in her lips inches from mine. She pauses and waits for me to nod before placing her lips on mine. They're soft and gentle, but with some tension and roughness behind it, that, when she wants to, can do some serious shit. 

She pulls away, keeping her face close to mine. Close enough to feel her warm breath. 

"You're already in my bed-" I whisper, her eyes flicker up to me, a slight smile forming on her face. 

"J.A.R.V.I.S, lock the door-" 

A/N: PT 2? Sorry for not updating I've been pretty busy with school lately. Open to requests.