Natasha Romanoff One-shots

Infant 🥰

Original oneshot from @wandaromanova from tumblr

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Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Love is for children.

Warnings: swear words

Word Count: 3.1k

Natasha Romanoff was graceful in everything she did.
In the midst of battle, she'd be seen without a single hair out of place while taking down target after target.
During interrogations, the redhead never failed to extract information from the detainee with a smug smirk on her face when they finally caved in.
Her elegance was most prominent when she'd dance, gliding gracefully across the floor, each pivot and pirouette executed to perfection.
Confidence was a trait that Natasha didn't lack. She knew how intimidating she could be and basked in the nervous ramblings and avoidance of eye contact with practically every person she conversed with.
She found her 'power' rather amusing, how she could send someone into a blind panic with the bat of her eyelashes and one word falling from her lips.
However, her perspective completely shifted when she was thrust onto the receiving end.
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Natasha's nonchalant demeanor never seemed to falter. She walked around with her head high as she waltzed through the halls of the Compound.
So, when her self-assuring strut turned into a bashful walk, head tilted slightly, it drove her wild. All she knew was that Y/N L/N was a common denominator throughout her drastic change in behavior.
Her cheeks would flush red whenever you entered the room, as she tried and miserably failed to hide her flustered state.
Your obliviousness was both a blessing and a curse.
You'd thoughtlessly sit beside her, head resting on her shoulder as you asked her about her day. Natasha would go stiff, focused on not making a single movement. She feared that if she moved even a centimeter, you would move away. And that was the last thing she wanted.
Natasha's thoughts would go a mile a minute when you crossed her mind.
She'd never experienced the feelings she felt around you and quite honestly, she didn't know if she was excited or terrified. Relationships were forbidden throughout her upbringing.
Love was for children, after all. Right?
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"What do you think?" You asked, eyes raking over your figure in the full-length mirror that hung in your room.
Tony had spontaneously planned a party and informed the team of his plans. Now, you all were left to decide on what to wear in a short period of time. And of course, Natasha agreed to help you pick an outfit.
"You look, uh..." Natasha's brain short-circuited as she took in the black dress that clung to your body, hugging all the right places.
She had so many words in mind to describe how incredible you looked, but all she could do was rake her eyes over you in awe.
Your face morphed into a look of concern when the redhead failed to respond, as you ran your hands over the silky material.
"Does it not look good? I could try on something else."
"Yes! I mean, no. You look beautiful."
Your bright eyes met Natasha's embarrassed ones in the reflection of the mirror. She was sat on the edge of your bed, hands clenched together as they rested against her lap. You were about to thank the Russian, but she abruptly interrupted you.
"I mean, you don't look full. I just meant- I'll stop talking now."
You couldn't help but smile in amusement, a small laugh escaping your lips. Natasha involuntary smiled at the sound. Sure, she was humiliated by her babbling, but she would do it again if it made you happy.
"I'm glad you think so, Natty."
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It was common knowledge around the Compound that you loved romantic movies. This fact was ironic considering Natasha absolutely despised them.
She'd argue that love was nothing like the movies portrayed, but then again, she'd never experienced it herself.
So, how would she know?
Nat couldn't pinpoint why she hated the genre. Maybe it was the unrealistic scenarios and coincidences littered across the films. Maybe it was the predictability factor of the poorly written plots.
Or perhaps, she secretly longed for the dynamic and connection the protagonists had.
Regardless of the reasoning, she hated them. But she could never say no when you begged her to watch ridiculous romance movies with you.
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Natasha sat beside you on the common room couch, arm brushing against your own as you selected the movie of your choice: The Notebook.
Unbeknownst to you, the redhead beside you couldn't focus on anything that was happening around her, not when the warmth of your skin made a treaty with the coolness of her own.
"Popcorn."
The redhead was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of your voice. Her eyebrows furrowed together as you stood up.
"Popcorn?" She questioned dumbly, as your head titled down to look at her. Nat's heart raced as your hair perfectly framed your face, a smile on your lips.
"Yeah, I asked if you wanted some." You giggled and Nat's cheeks turned a deep shade of red, as they always did when you were in her vicinity.
"Popcorn is cool."
Natasha internally berated herself as the words left her mouth. Luckily, you just gave her a curt nod and walked out of the room and into the kitchen before she had the opportunity to embarrass herself further.
The Russian sat there patiently, her legs propped up and onto the coffee table that sat in front of the couch. She zoned out once more, her mind traveling to you.
However, the moment was short-lived when Clint waltzed into the room, stopping in his tracks as his eyes glanced between the tv and his best friend.
"Am I in an alternate universe or are you about to watch a chick flick?" The archer questioned, faux seriousness behind his voice. The redhead turned her head back, emerald eyes landing on him.
"Shut up."
"You hate cheesy movies. Why would you-"
"Nat! Did you want butter on the popcorn?"
Clint's confused expression quickly morphed into a teasing one as the sound of your voice interrupted him. Natasha was quick to reply and the hurriedness in her tone only added ammunition to his inevitable taunting.
"You can put some if you want to!" The redhead ushered out, eyes never leaving Clint's.
"I see. So, you hate cheesy movies but love-"
The brunette was cut off by a pillow that Natasha had chucked at him. If it hadn't been for his fast reflexes, the decor would have hit him square in the face.
"Not. A. Word."
The sound of your footsteps caught the two assassins' attention, and the redhead hastily whipped around, attempting to relax her shoulders while Clint watched with a Cheshire cat smile.
You walked into the room, bowl of popcorn in hand as you immediately took notice of your other teammate.
"Hey, Barton. Wanna join us? We're gonna watch The Notebook. It's my favorite movie."
You reclaimed your spot beside Natasha as she refrained from frowning in disappointment as you placed the bowl between your bodies.
Clint returned the smile you gave him as you tilted your head in his direction, Natasha mirroring your action.
"It's fine. I hate romance movies. They're painful to watch. Natasha agrees with me. Right, Nat?"
If looks could kill, Clint would've had a closed-casket funeral. The redhead glared at him as a gasp left your lips, Nat's gaze softening as she turned to look at you.
"You hate romance movies? I thought you liked them! We can watch something else if you want to."
"No, I do like them! Clint's just being an ass." Natasha didn't know why, but she panicked. Her stare returned to the aforementioned Avenger as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Yeah, that's me... an ass." The amusement in Clint's eyes made Natasha want to tackle him to the ground.
"But I'm an ass who's watched chick flicks with my wife that I love and adore."
It was in that moment that Natasha was especially grateful for your obliviousness. The implications of his words flew right over your head and she took a deep breath of relief when you didn't question the archer.
"Aw, that's cute. I want someone to do that for me."
You pouted and Natasha swore she had never seen anything cuter in her life. Her eyes fell to your lips, not bothering to be discreet as your gaze landed on her, sending a quick, toothless smile her way.
Little did you know, someone already sat through the agonizing films for you; her.
"Anyway, have fun kids. But not too much fun!"
The archer laughed as he walked back through the hall he entered from. At that point, Nat didn't care about the teasing, her mind reeling back to his words.
Did she actually love you?
Is that what she'd been feeling all along? Clint made a valid point, albeit in a dickish manner. People only do things they don't want to for the people they love. She compared her relationship with you to Clint's marriage, and the similarities stunned her.
Natasha always wanted to be in your presence, which reminded her of the countless times the brunette would open up to her about how much he missed Laura while they were on longer missions.
He watched movies with Laura, regardless of his discontent. His mood would instantly change whenever his wife was mentioned, the happiness and comfortability as clear as day.
His main priority was his wife, and you were hers.
This was the thought process that opened Nat's eyes and for the very first time, she admitted to herself what she had secretly known all along; she loved you.
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The entire team sat in a board room, occasional sighs and the squeaking of chairs accompanying the sound of Fury's voice as he relayed statistics no one exactly cared about.
It was safe to say that no one was interested in the topics he was discussing, the meeting resembling a classroom full of students that refused to listen to their instructor.
Even Natasha herself couldn't seem to hold her attention on the man, not when you were sitting directly across the table from her.
She was merely appreciating your existence, watching as you'd occasionally lean to the side, whispering something to Wanda that caused silent giggles to emerge from the Sokovian, as well as yourself.
Natasha had been positive that no one had caught onto her staring, everyone else in their own worlds in an attempt to drown out the monotonous tone of Fury's words, but she was wrong.
Steve, who sat to her left, had caught onto her staring. His eyes followed her line of vision and he wasn't surprised when you were at the end of it.
His blue eyes returned to the redhead beside him, observing as Nat subconsciously twirled the silver arrow necklace that hung securely around her neck. It was then, that the super-soldier decided to speak up.
"You nervous about something, Romanoff?" Steve's voice met Natasha's ears, breaking her one-sided staring contest with you.
Her head turned to him, hand quickly dropping the necklace, allowing it to dangle down her chest. She quirked an eyebrow at him as she spoke with a smug tone and a cocky smirk.
"I don't have a single nervous bone in my body, Rogers. You know that." She maintained her expression, but her confidence diminished at her teammate's next words.
"Do I?" He asked, subtly nodding his head in your direction, Nat's eyes glancing at you for a second as her features relaxed.
"You should tell her how you feel" Steve suggested and he was shocked to see a look that closely resembled fear, flash through Nat's eyes.
"She doesn't feel the same way though." Nat looked down, the insecurity she felt was a stark contrast to the confidence she had just moments ago.
Her hand returned to her necklace, rolling the dainty arrow between her thumb and index finger.
"Well, you won't know unless you try." He shrugged his broad shoulders before placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, Nat's eyes fluttering back to his.
"Just keep in mind that you miss 100% of the chances you don't take."
The Russian couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at Steve's words. "Did you steal that quote off the internet?" The super-soldier smiled, proud of himself for easing the tension that plagued his friend.
"And so what if I did?"
Another round of chuckles passed through Natasha, Steve joining in until the humor simmered down, silence falling between the two of them.
Natasha was pulled back into her thoughts, contemplating whether or not to follow Steve's advice. Her life had always been full of risk that she never backed down from.
So, why was this the one risk she was too scared to take? Well, in her defense, the possibility of destroying the beautiful relationship she had with you was daunting. She wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she destroyed the one good thing she had in her life.
The redhead's eyes fluttered upward once more, irises landing on you as you watched Fury. As if you could feel her intense gaze on her, your eyes met hers.
All of Natasha's doubts dissipated the instant you smiled at her, sending a small, shy wave her way, which she returned happily.
Natasha had decided right then and there that she'd rather bite the bullet than miss the shot.
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Natasha spent weeks trying to figure out a way to confess her feelings to you, but none of her ideas felt right. It was as if nothing she did could come close to the importance of what she planned to do.
She came up with various, arguably absurd ideas. Maybe she could take you to the fair, and profess her love to you at the apex of a Ferris wheel as the sunset beamed in the background.
Or, maybe she could take you on a picnic at the park and tell you how much you meant to her as the afternoon breeze flowed through your hair.
The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous she felt. She felt as though she didn't have a single original thought, all of her concepts seemingly pulled from the romance movies she loathed.
Despite all of the ideas she had conjured up, she didn't think that she would have confessed to you in the manner she did, but she definitely didn't regret it.
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The two of you were sent on a mission and things were going well... until they weren't. Long story short, you guys were ambushed and had to fight through more enemies than you could count in order to make it back to the Quinjet.
Natasha let out a sigh of relief as soon as she got the pair of you into the air, immediately putting the jet on autopilot before turning her head to take in your disheveled appearance.
"You alright?" She asked, and your eyes landed on her own as you sent a reassuring smile. "Yeah. Are you?" Concern was laced in your voice and Nat's heart beat faster at your care.
"I am now." Nat ignored the fact that she felt like she was going to pass out. Whether it was from your close proximity or from the battle she just fought through, she wasn't sure.
"Tell me about it. This one annoying ass guy just didn't want to stay down. Like, I beat you already. Accept it!"
You rolled your eyes at the memory and Natasha laughed harder than she probably should've, but you didn't comment on it as you laughed with her.
As your laughter died down, silence took over, the hum of the engine bouncing off the walls of the Quinjet.
The redhead didn't know why, but she felt like this was the perfect opportunity to tell you what she's been meaning to. She just wished she did it in a more graceful, smooth way.
"You know, I always knew that the Red Room was full of shit, but there was one thing they taught me that I actually believed until recently."
Nat's eyes were trained on you as you tilted your head slightly to the side. "And what is that?" You asked curiously, facing your body towards her, showing that she had your undivided attention.
"That love is for children."
Natasha didn't miss the confusion that washed over your features.
She knew you were wondering what aspect of the events that unfolded moments ago had drawn her mind to the topic of love.
She decided to elaborate further, leg bouncing rapidly as the familiar nerves took over her once more.
"But, if that's the case... then I'm an infant because I love you."
Your eyes widened in shock, Natasha's matching yours as she realized what she just said.
"I mean, I'm not an infant because I love you. I'm not an infant at all. I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that. I'm so stu-"
Natasha's rambling was cut off as you pressed your lips against hers. She tensed, the shock taking over her for a millisecond before she relaxed.
She kissed you hungrily, all of the emotions she's been holding back being pulled to the forefront. Her heart raced when you returned her eagerness.
When air became an issue, the two of you reluctantly separated, not before sharing a few more soft, chaste kisses. Nat's eyes were still closed shut, only opening when you let out a small giggle.
"Took you long enough."
The surprised look on the redhead's face prompted a dramatic gasp from you. "What? You thought I didn't know? I'm offended."
Nat's cheeks flushed red as she nervously rubbed the back of her neck, leg bouncing once more. She was about to profusely apologize, but you quickly stopped her. Your hand found its way to her knee, effectively stopping the movement.
"I'm just messing with you. And just for the record, I'm also an infant."
Natasha let out a loud groan in embarrassment at your teasing as your laugh harmonized with the sound, but the insinuation behind your words brought butterflies to her stomach.
She felt like an orchard in the middle of a sunny Spring had spawned in the pits of her abdomen.
You leaned toward her and Nat went to meet you halfway, but you paused. You leaned your forward against her own, noses ghosting over one another.
Natasha felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest, the anticipation deadly.
"So... near-death experiences get you going, huh?" You let out a chuckle and Natasha felt like she was going to collapse as she felt the vibrations of your laughter.
Her patience had run thin.
The humor left your expression the second her hand gripped the back of your head, fingers in your hair as she tugged you closer. The confidence had finally found its way back to Natasha, and she reveled in it.
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"Shut up and kiss me."