Natasha Romanoff One-shots

Masterpiece 🥺

Original oneshot from @wandaromanova from tumblr

Link to tumblr: https://wandaromanova.tumblr.com/post/658764635464515584/masterpiece

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha fails to be there for her endlessly supportive girlfriend, Y/N L/N

Warnings: swear words

Word Count: 3.5k

You were the epitome of a supportive girlfriend. She had been in a relationship with Natasha Romanoff for just over three years and never failed to stand by the redhead's side.
Regardless of the occasion, you would ensure she was there to cheer Natasha on. Whether it was an award ceremony in honor of the Avengers or a boring political banquet, Y/N made sure to be there.
Your job was less interesting in comparison to your girlfriends; you were an artist. You didn't see as much action as Natasha did and you were okay with that.
You couldn't fight to save your life, so the superhero life wasn't a lifestyle you desired.
You were pretty well-known in the art community and that's how you met Natasha.
Tony Stark had caught wind of your work and hired you to paint a portrait of him to be hung in the Stark Tower. Of course, you accepted the job and got paid a hefty amount of cash.
In the weeks you'd spent at Stark Tower, you'd met a few of the Avengers; Natasha included.
She was fascinated by your work and oftentimes accompanied you and Tony during your sessions.
You thought it was amazing that someone who led such an action-packed life would be so intrigued by your painting techniques.
She'd ask various art-related questions as she sat beside you. You'd answer her questions in as much detail as you could and your heart warmed at the glint of excitement in her eyes as you spoke.
Natasha loved how passionate you were about your craft; it reminded her of herself. She wasn't fully interested in the art aspect of your time together; she was interested in you.
When you finally finished Tony's portrait, you were honestly kind of upset that your time with Natasha would come to an end.
However, the redhead surprised you when she asked for your number; later asking you out on a date.
To say you were shocked would be an understatement. You were genuinely appalled by the fact that Natasha wanted to take you out (on a date... of course).
It was a relatively laid-back afternoon. Natasha had taken you out to a little cafe and you both had a relaxing lunch together, talking about everything and anything.
You guys had an instant connection and it surprised you both how easy it was to converse with one another.
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After the first date, many others followed.
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Whether it was a walk in the park or a night in, sipping on some wine while you worked on an assignment, you enjoyed every single minute spent with the former assassin.
You used to believe that people were full of shit when they'd say you could pinpoint the moment you fall in love with someone, but you later realized that it was very true.
You could easily think of the exact moment you fell in love with Natasha and it was just an ordinary night, but it was a night that ignited the furious flame of love you had for her.
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You'd been sat on a stool with a canvas in front of you. You were currently working on a piece of work that would be auctioned off at a charity event.
You were finally finished with the painting. It illustrated two individuals sharing a kiss while their faces were covered with a cloth.
You felt that the best course of action for this would be a piece that could be up for interpretation and you were pretty satisfied.
You let out a sigh, reaching over to the table beside you and taking a long sip of your red wine as Natasha let out a small giggle.
You had been dating Natasha for around six months at this point in time and she was over at your place after a long day of work.
The redhead stood up from the couch and walked over to you, taking a seat on your lap as her arms wrapped around your neck securely.
"Finally finished?" She asked softly as her fingers lightly tugged on the baby hairs on the back of your neck.
You grumbled out, holding the wine glass in your hand up to her lips, the redhead taking a sip of the liquid.
"Yeah, finally. What do you think?" You asked as you moved the glass away from her lips and placed it back down onto the table.
You looked up at Natasha as her eyes focused on the canvas in front of you both.
It was adorable how her eyebrows scrunched up in concentration, her tongue poking through the inside of her cheek.
"I like it. From my perspective, it's a painting of two people that love each other with an intense passion, but are forced to conceal their affections from the world."
Your eyebrows raised at her words. You didn't expect her to give any form of analysis, but here she was, doing just that.
"The cloth that consumes them is white, as it represents purity. Their love for one another is pure, but they have a fear of people questioning the genuine nature of their relationship."
Natasha tore her eyes away from the canvas and stared down at you, her eyes locking onto yours.
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"So, they hide their love to keep it intact..."
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This was the moment you realized that you were deeply and irrevocably in love with Natasha Romanoff.
You smiled up at the redhead brightly and she returned the action. You let out a small chuckle and shook your head lightly.
"Wow, I didn't realize you were such an art enthusiast, Natty."
Natasha rolled her eyes at your words. She leaned down slowly, connecting your forwards together as her eyes remained locked on yours.
"I'm not, but your work is so amazing that I can't help but try and figure out what it means because of how beautiful it is."
Your heart fluttered at her close proximity and the seriousness behind her tone.
"You deserve all the recognition in the world and I'm sure you'll get it one day. Your mind is brilliant. You create masterpiece after masterpiece and I'm so proud of you."
You couldn't help yourself and pressed your lips against hers firmly. Natasha moaned at the contact, her hands roaming from your neck and to your cheeks, cupping them softly.
You disconnected your lips from hers, your chest heaving as you smiled up at your girlfriend.
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"Our love is the real masterpiece."
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2 and a Half Years Later
Since then, you and Natasha had taken some serious steps in your relationship. From coming out publicly and moving in together, your connection with the redhead had never been healthier.
Of course, there were some problem areas with your relationship; the main one being Natasha's work schedule.
Being an Avenger meant that her schedule was arbitrary. There were no set hours. She could get called into work in the early hours of the morning and not return home for weeks.
You'd supported her profession because she had always been supportive of yours.
While Natasha worked late into the night on mission reports, you'd stay by her side and draw in your sketchbook.
Your support didn't end there. You'd follow Natasha to countless events, standing proudly by her side and cheering her on with a proud smile on your face.
You were always the first person to clap and cheer whenever Natasha was honored at an event. You were her number one supporter and she was yours... or so you thought.
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You stood in the middle of your living room in absolute shock, your eyes scanning over the letter to make sure the contents on the paper were true.
Natasha, who had just walked out of the bedroom, stared at you in concern.
"Is everything okay, babe?" The redhead asked worriedly as she approached you.
Your eyes shot up to her, a wide smile taking over your face. You waved the letter around excitedly and jumped into Natasha's arms.
"Remember that art gallery I submitted a painting into? They accepted my work and I'm being honored at their gala this Friday!"
You practically screamed into Natasha's ear as she held your body close to hers, hugging your waist tightly.
"Oh my god! Baby, that's amazing! I'm so proud of you!" Natasha placed you onto the floor and pulled you into a tender kiss.
You smiled and returned the favor before pulling away, staring into her green eyes with a happy glint in your eye.
"I can't believe this! I'm being recognized! Like legitimately recognized!"
You started jumping up and down in place, doing a stupid happy dance that had your girlfriend laughing.
"I can believe it. It was only a matter of time before your art was appreciated. Don't forget me when you're famous, okay?"
You stopped your movements and faced Natasha, rolling your eyes at her.
"How could I ever forget my date?" Your excitement simmered when Natasha's smile fell at your words. You furrowed your eyebrows at her in confusion.
"You'll be my date... right?" You asked softly and Natasha just sent you an unsure smile.
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"I don't know, baby. You know how my schedule is..."
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The redhead pulled you into her arms by your waist as yours went around her neck.
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"But I'll take the day off to be there for you."
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Your eyes widened in shock. Natasha had never taken a day off in the three years you'd been together. The fact that she would do that for you meant more than she knew.
"Really? You'd do that for me?" You asked in disbelief and Natasha just nodded her head, a fond smile on her face.
"Of course. I'd do anything for you, moya lyubov (my love)." Natasha pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and you shut your eyes at the feeling.
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"Thank you."
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"You never need to thank me. I'm so proud of you and I'll be there for you always."
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4 Days Later
Today was the big day. You were dressed in the best dress you owned, your makeup was gorgeous, but professional, and you had on a pair of Natasha's heels.
You stared at yourself in the mirror, satisfied with your appearance. Honestly, you looked hot as fuck right now and you were excited for Natasha to see you.
Your eyes fluttered up to the clock on the wall and Natasha was due home any minute now. Even though she said she'd take today off, she still got called into an important meeting.
She promised she'd be back on time though, and you completely understood.
However, fifteen minutes later and Natasha was a no-show. You had to leave now or else you'd be late. As if on cue, your phone went off and you quickly answered the call when you saw who it was.
"Nat? Where are you? We have to leave like... now." You spoke into the phone anxiously and heard a sigh on the other hand.
"I'm gonna have to meet you there, babe. The meeting went on longer than expected and Steve needs me for something really quick."
You deflated at her words, but shook off the feeling of disappointment. She was still going and that's all that mattered.
"Okay, I understand. I'll see you there?" You spoke cheerily, trying very hard to see the bright side of the situation.
"Yes, I'll see you there. I love you." Natasha spoke quickly and hung up.
You stared at the device in confusion, but you didn't have the time to dwell on it. You needed to leave.
So, you hastily grabbed your purse and made your way out of the apartment, looking forward to seeing your girlfriend.
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You'd arrived at the event and were immediately greeted by a crowd of people. It was overwhelming, to say the least.
You were a rather reserved individual and tended to avoid overcrowded areas, but there was no escaping it in this situation.
You were pretty used to these scenarios, having been with Natasha to events rather similar, but the attention was never really on you, and you were more than okay with that.
But now, you were the focus and all you could think about was how desperately you needed your girlfriend. You wanted to hold her hand and have her pull you back down from your panic like she'd done many times before.
However, you stuck it out, the knowledge that Natasha would eventually show up, keeping you from falling apart.
You just hoped to God that she got there before you did your speech. You were never one for public speaking and this is the first time you'd be addressing a large crowd full of important people in the art business.
You desperately needed Natasha and you were so grateful that she'd be there soon.
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3 Hours Later
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Natasha bailed on you.
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You'd waited anxiously, your eyes scanning the room every few seconds trying to spot her infamous red locks and green eyes, but they never came.
The further into the ceremony you got, the more your hope faded away and was replaced with an overwhelming feeling of despair.
You genuinely didn't think you'd be able to go up and speak in front of everyone in your state, but you managed and you were proud of yourself.
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You had to be proud of yourself because Natasha obviously wasn't.
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Despite your girlfriend standing you up, you enjoyed the remainder of your time mingling with fellow artists. Some praised your work and others conversed with you over different categories of art.
You even did a few interviews. You'd seen Natasha be interviewed time and time again so you knew how these things worked.
You handled certain questions gracefully and always shifted the topic back to your work when it would someone turn to your physique.
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Being a woman truly can be exhausting sometimes.
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By the end of the night, you were happy. All of your anxiety had washed away as you consumed some alcohol and got to unwind.
However, your mood drastically changed the moment you stepped foot into your apartment.
You were met with the sight of Natasha lounging on the couch, her feet up on the coffee table as she watched something on the television.
Her eyes shot over to you as you abruptly slammed the front door, signaling her of your arrival.
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"Hey, babe. I'm so sorry I-"
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Natasha began to stutter out an apology as she stood up from the couch, but you weren't having any of it. You threw your purse onto the floor and strutted toward her angrily, stopping directly in front of her.
"Don't you dare try to apologize to me. I've been nothing but supportive of your career throughout the entirety of our god damn relationship and you couldn't do the same for me?"
You let out a dark chuckle. You felt like you were going fucking crazy; Natasha always had that effect on you, you supposed.
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"Y/N I can explain. Steve needed me an-"
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Natasha went to speak again, but you didn't give her the chance to defend herself, immediately cutting her off.
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"No, Natasha. I needed you, but you weren't there."
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You shook your head, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes. Natasha reached out to grab your hand, but you took a step back.
"I have gone to so many fucking events and cheered you on at each and every one. And the one night that I'm being celebrated, you desert me?"
You were hyperventilating at this point. You felt like you were going to pass out from how much fury was coursing through your veins.
Natasha herself was getting angry at this point. She had a scowl on her face and her eyes were hard as she stared at you.
"Unlike your job, mine actually matters. I save lives every single day, and what do you do? You put paint on a canvas like a fucking kindergartener and call it art."
You felt your chest tighten at her words. She completely demeaned your work, the work she had usually stared at in awe, endless praises falling past her lips.
"So, I'm sorry I couldn't drop everything I was doing to be your arm candy at some stupid gala that no one gives a shit about."
Natasha practically screamed in your face as she got closer to you, towering over your form as tears finally escaped your eyes.
"You're completely missing the point, Natasha! You said you'd be late, not that you wouldn't be able to attend. There's a massive fucking difference."
You were yelling now. You were sure your neighbors would complain, but honestly, you didn't give a fuck at this point.
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All you saw was red, and it wasn't your favorite hue.
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"You made it seem like you were going to make it then didn't have the decency to tell me you weren't coming!"
You closed the distance between your bodies, your heavy breaths fanning across Natasha's face as you locked eyes with her.
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Natasha had never seen you so upset before.
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"You know what? I'm glad you didn't show up. You obviously don't have any respect for my profession like I do yours."
Your voice died down to a whisper. The sadness had taken over the anger and all you felt was disappointment.
You shook your head and stepped away from Natasha, her emerald eyes watching your every move.
You made your way back to the front door, picking up your purse that you threw onto the floor carelessly.
The redhead's eyes widened as you reached for the doorknob. She acted without thinking twice, rushing over to you and gripping your wrist.
Your head whipped around to face Nat. You were met with a look that you've never seen cross her features; fear.
"Wait, please don't go baby. I didn't mean what I said. I just got angry and you know how much I love your work. Please, stay."
Natasha pleaded, her eyes dripping with emotion as she tried to persuade you to stay, but you wouldn't make it that easy for her; not anymore.
"You got my hopes up then left me alone and disappointed, so I'm doing the same. You can go fuck yourself, Natasha."
You tore your wrist out of her death grip and made quickly exited the apartment.
Natasha's heart was screaming at her to chase after you and reconcile while she still had the chance, but her mind and body were frozen.
She was at a loss. The two of you had never gotten into a fight as serious as this one.
She didn't know if she should give you space or follow after you, and she guessed she chose the latter.
She turned around and took in the apartment. Everything remained in place, but it still felt empty without your presence; it always did.
The redhead caught sight of your easel that had a canvas leaning against it. The sight of your latest creation broke Natasha.
It was a painting you had done of her. You'd always joked that she was your muse and 'you'd paint her like your French girls.'
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The Russian thought you were kidding, but now she knew you weren't.
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You'd perfectly painted a picture of her sitting on the couch from your perspective, your legs resting on her lap. The details were unreal and your talent really shined through.
Natasha allowed herself to cry, her knees hitting the hardwood floor as she collapsed in a fit of harsh sobs.
She couldn't believe that she made you feel bad about something you were passionate about. What made it even worse is that your talent was one of the things that made her fall in love with you.
Now, she made you feel worthless, demeaning your craft and not supporting you through your success. She felt like the world's worst girlfriend and maybe she was.
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Her heart constricted as she recalled the night she realized she loved you.
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You'd shown her a painting you'd completed for a charity event and she absolutely loved it.
The image you presented to her had the wheels in her mind turning as she came up with an interpretation.
You'd kissed her with so much emotion that her head began to spin and she genuinely felt lightheaded, but she didn't want to stop.
She vaguely remembered the taste of red wine on your lips as your tongue explored her mouth. The way you took your time, memorizing each and every corner had Natasha on a high.
If she tried hard enough, she could feel your soft skin beneath her fingertips. The warmth of your body consuming her whole.
It was intoxicating; the way she could drink in every part of you and still yearn for more. Her love and desire for you were insatiable.
But the precise moment she knew she had fallen for you was when you'd referred to your love as a masterpiece.
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Now, Natasha knew all too well that masterpieces can be as devastating as they are beautiful.