Natasha Romanoff One-shots

Masterpiece pt. 2 🥰

Original oneshot from @wandaromanova from tumblr

Link to tumblr: https://wandaromanova.tumblr.com/post/659754389655928832/breathtaking

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha has to make a choice; fight for her relationship or move on.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2k

One Month Later
It had been a whole month since you walked out on Natasha. The redhead was devastated, having taken time away from work; something she has never done in the entirety of her career.
She allowed herself to mourn her relationship with you, her harsh words and your broken expression replaying in her mind.
She had tried to reach out to you several times, but as expected; she received radio silence. Every call she made went straight to voicemail, which meant one of two things.
You either turned your phone off or blocked her number... or both. Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.
Natasha spent the entire month moping around. She spent the entire day sprawled across the couch, eating ice cream from a carton and watching sappy love stories.
"They lived happily ever after? What a load of bullshit." Natasha would mumble out in distaste when a movie ended on a positive note.
She never slept in the bedroom. The satin sheets, comfortable mattress, and soft comforter were heaven, but it was hell without you. The room reminded her too much of the countless memories she had made with you in that very bed.
The cuddle sessions, late-night conversations, and nights of love-making were like a scab that she constantly picked at, never allowing the wound to heal properly.
Natasha wallowed in her own self-pity, constantly wondering where you were, what you were doing, and if you were okay. She hated not having you by her side to ensure your safety.
The redhead knew the risks of having a personal connection with anyone outside of her line of work. She just hoped that nothing bad would happen to you because of her ties to you.
Her teammates were worried about her. The once confident, blooming woman had withered away into a fragile shell of a person.
Clint, Natasha's best friend, was the most concerned though. He had known the Russian the longest, having been the one to pull her out of the horrid lifestyle she led previously.
In all the years he had known Natasha, he'd never seen her so down. He knew that something had to be done. He hated seeing his best friend in this state.
So, the archer decided to pay the former assassin a visit for a much-needed conversation, in hopes of talking some sense into the stubborn woman.
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Clint knocked on the apartment door steadily and waited. He couldn't hear any noise on the other side, but he knew Natasha was in there.
Suddenly, the door swung open quickly. The archer was met with a hopeful-looking Natasha who quickly deflated when she saw him.
"What do you want?" The Russian muttered out with a glare. "Well, it's nice to see you too." Clint spoke sarcastically, pushing past the redhead and into the apartment.
Natasha let out a huff as she shut the door. She turned around as Clint took a seat on the couch, quickly following suit.
"We need to have a talk. I'm worried about you. Hell, the whole team is worried about you." Clint clasped his hands together as he leaned forward slightly, his head tilted to the side as he eyed the redhead beside him.
"Why? I'm perfectly fine." Natasha spoke as she mimicked Clint's position. Although, it sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than she was Clint.
"You're fine? You took time off from work for the first time ever and you smell like a dumpster. Seriously, when was the last time you had a shower?" Clint grimaced, pinching his nose to emphasize his point.
Natasha quickly punched the archer on the shoulder, a glare on her face. "I don't smell bad. You're being dramatic." The redhead quickly defended herself, even if she knew he was right.
She hadn't been as adamant about keeping up with her personal hygiene, as of late. She didn't really leave the apartment, anyway.
"But seriously, you need to get it together. If not for yourself, then for Y/N." At the mention of your name, Natasha froze. Clint noticed the tenseness that befell the redhead and continued.
"You need to make a choice, Nat. You either fight to get Y/N back or move on with your life. You can't keep doing this to yourself."
The archer took a pause, observing the woman that sat next to him. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her lips were pursed, and her eyes were trained on her own hands.
"You screwed up badly, yes? But does that mean you can't save your relationship? Hell no. In the time I've been married to Laura, do you think it was all rainbows and butterflies?" Natasha's eyes returned to Clint at the mention of his wife.
"I've lost count of how many times I've gotten into an argument with Laura and felt as though it was the point of no return. But you wanna know what I did?" Clint asked Natasha and she nodded her head eagerly.
"I asked myself what I wanted my life to look like five years from now. And it turned out that in every scenario I came up with, Laura was the highlight of every single one." The archer smiled lightly at Natasha, who was in deep thought.
"I've thought of my future a lot, and I can't imagine it without Y/N. I've never loved anyone so deeply before and I want to have the life you have, with Y/N. I want kids of our own to run around our little farmhouse while Y/N and I watch them from the porch, sipping on some tea."
Clint's smile widened, he was expecting this answer. He observed how Natasha was with his children, it was obvious how much she admired them. He also knew how much the redhead loved you, she just needed a little push in the right direction.
"Well, what are you going to do, now?" Clint questioned Natasha and a wide smile came to her face. For the first time in a month, the redhead was motivated and determined. The light had returned to her eyes.
"I'm getting my girl back."
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3 Days Later
You rushed over to the Avengers Compound, fear coursing through your veins. You had received a call from Clint. He said that something happened to Natasha and you didn't hesitate when he asked you to get to the Compound quickly.
Just because you had broken up with the redhead, didn't mean your love for her had vanished. You'd always love her, that much was certain.
You were shocked that you hadn't gotten pulled over, having gone thirty miles over the speed limit, getting to the Compound in record time.
The security guard didn't think twice about letting you in, having been to the building a countless number of times. You practically sprinted out of the elevator when it reached the medical wing.
Clint was stood in the hallway, his head turning to the side at the sound of hurried footsteps. Your eyes were wide with concern, face flushed from the rush.
"Where is she? What the hell happened? Will she be okay?" You rapidly fired off questions to the archer. He placed his hands on your shoulders and shook you slightly.
"Relax. She's fine. I'll bring you to her right now." You relaxed at his reassurance, but grew confused when he guided you back to the elevator.
You didn't question him though, assuming that Natasha was out of the medical wing and put on bed rest; something that has happened more than you liked it to.
However, you grew suspicious when the elevator number passed the communal floor and stopped at the roof. You were about to speak, but all of your words were out of the window when the elevator door opened.
The entire team was sat in chairs, their heads turning around to smile at you. There were fairy lights strung about the rooftop and a small makeshift stage, where Natasha stood.
She was in an elegant black dress, her hair curled to perfection, and makeup done flawlessly. She looked stunning while you looked like a bat out of hell.
Clint placed his hand on the small of your back, urging you to move forward and you did just that.
You slowly stepped out of the elevator and down the aisle that had been created between the chairs. You took a step onto the stage, Natasha extending her hand out for you to take which you accepted.
When you finally got your bearings together, you looked at the team in front of you before turning to the woman beside you. "What is all of this? I'm so confused right now. I thought something had happened to you." Natasha smiled at you softly and you felt like your knees were going to give out.
"Something did happen to me, Y/N. I was an idiot and hurt you. You don't understand how sorry I am for not being there for you when you needed me most. I'm sorry for not being the supportive girlfriend I was supposed to be."
Natasha grabbed both of your hands, holding them in her own as she stared into your eyes deeply and apologetically.
"I hope that it isn't too late to make it up to you. Just because I missed the ceremony, doesn't mean you and your amazing talent can't be appreciated. So, tonight, this is a celebration in your honor because I, along with the rest of the team, respect your work as much as you do ours. We believe what you do is just as important and we commend you for it."
There were tears in your eyes and the redhead quickly reached a hand up to wipe them away. You pulled Natasha into a tight hug, your head buried into her neck as hers dug into your shoulder.
"Thank you. You didn't have to go through all this trouble." The Russian pulled back slightly, her face so close to your own that you could feel her warm breath against your face.
"Yes, I did. I'll be damned if I lost you without putting up a fight. Losing you isn't an option to me. I want you forever and I will do everything in my power to be the best partner I can possibly be for you."
Natasha was staring at you with nothing but adoration. You pressed your lips to hers, catching the redhead off-guard. However, she quickly reciprocated the kiss before you broke it.
Your eyes returned to the team who had been watching the entire interaction. Tony was rolling his eyes, making gagging noises. Steve hit him on the shoulder and ranted about how amazing and important love can be.
Wanda and Clint were smiling encouragingly at you two. Sam and Bucky just smirked, giving you and Natasha a thumbs up while mouthing a 'get some' to you while wiggling their eyebrows.
You let out a laugh as you took in the scene before you. It was then you noticed everyone's attire. The team was dressed impressively and formally while you stood in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, having run out of your friend's apartment, where you had been staying, when Clint called.
"I think I'm a tad bit underdressed, Natty." You turned your head back to the woman, who had been fixated on you the entire time. "Don't worry, I have a dress downstairs for you."
You smiled at Natasha's thoughtfulness, giving her one last peck on the lips before making your way toward the elevator, hopping down from the stage and walking down the aisle, receiving a fist bump from Sam as you passed him by.
The redhead watched as you walked off, feeling extremely relieved that her plan had worked. She had no idea what she would've done if you didn't accept her apology.
But what she did know is that she wouldn't have stopped trying to get you back because you were her person.
Natasha learned a valuable lesson; masterpieces were a constant work in progress that required a lot of patience, but the end product was breathtaking.