Natasha Romanoff OneShots

Paranoid

Warnings: Brief mention of a bomb, tiny bit of swearing

Wordcount: 2k

"No don't eat that!"

You scolded the little puppy in your hands as you walked around the kitchen in search of something he could eat.

You had woken up early for your morning walk and had met the black puppy at the door of the compound, and when you stroked his head he started to follow you on your walk, you didn't have the courage to leave him there.

So that's how you found yourself quietly sneaking into the kitchen, trying to keep the puppy from barking and drawing attention from your friends.

You held him carefully on your lap, using your free hand to search the cupboards for something a dog could eat. You were sure that something would do, because Peter ate everything, so there must have been some kind of dog food there too.

Thanks to your good perception, you felt and heard footsteps approaching the kitchen, and you quickly closed the cupboard and turned to face the counter, hiding the puppy behind your back.

"There you are! I was looking for you." Natasha commented when she saw you leaning against the counter, flashing you a relieved smile.

"Hey. What were you looking for me for?" you smiled back, trying to sound normal.

You were grateful that the puppy had decided to be quiet and play with the hem of your shirt.

"Do I need a reason to look for my girlfriend/boyfriend?" she asked amused and you smiled witlessly, muttering that she was right.

You had only forgotten the important little detail that your girlfriend was a trained spy and always knew when something was wrong.

She arched her eyebrow, approaching you.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes! Why wouldn't I be?" you retorted awkwardly and the redhead lowered her gaze to your hands hidden behind your back.

"What do you have there?"

"Nothing. I'm just making a sandwich."

Your lie might have worked, but you would never know, because the puppy decided to bark at exactly that moment. You squeezed your eyes shut.

"Did your sandwich just bark?" Natasha pretended to buy your lie and you denied with your head.

"babe, I think you're hearing things, maybe you should check with Bruce to see if everything is okay..." you trailed off as Natasha made a reproachful face.

"Y/N"

You sighed defeatedly, and then you took the dog off your back and propped him up in your lap.

"My god. Where did you find him?" she grumbled.

"I was going out for a run and he was in the doorway. I couldn't leave him there." you answered truthfully, stroking the puppy's head as he licked your hand. You smiled at him, oblivious to your girlfriend's concern.

"You shouldn't do that. He could be a trap." she approached you to take the puppy from your hand but you dodged.

"It's just a puppy."

"Why would a puppy appear out of nowhere in the compound? There's nothing around here." she pointed out, trying again to pick up the puppy.

You knew she could easily catch it if she wanted to, but she didn't want to hurt you and so she was trying to do it less lethally. You dodged again.