Summary: You and Nat are from a undercover mission as a couple, when you both are getting back you ask her 'who do you want me to be?'
(In this one shot nat get crystalized in 1995 and get melted after 17 years, and before she got crystalized you are her (something like a) personal assistant. And just imagine the crystal is like the one in aot that Annie is in) enjoy reading fellas!
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It shows a big truck driving past a sign that says New Jersey. The truck then passes another car that shows Nat and Y/n in it. Then it point back to the sign.
It cuts to Y/n in the car, looking at Nat, with his feet on the dash board.
Y/n: Where did The Great Romanova Rich Bitch learn to steel cars and not buy?
Natasha: Nazi, Germany, and we're borrowing. Take your feet of the dash.
Y/n takes his feet off the dash.
Y/n: Alright, I have a question for you, but you do not have to answer it though, you're kinda answering it, ya know?
Natasha: What? *aggravated*
Y/n: Was that your first kiss since 1995?
Natasha: That bad huh?
Y/n: I didn't say that?
Natasha: Well, It kind of sounds like that's what you're saying?
Y/n: No, I didn't- I just wondered how much practice you had.
Natasha: You don't need practice.
Y/n: Everybody needs practice.
Natasha: It was not my first kiss since 1995. I'm a thousand, not dead.
Y/n: Nobody especial, though?
Natasha: Believe it or not, it's kinda hard to find someone with shared life experience.
Y/n: Oh, that's alright. Just make something up.
Natasha: What like you?
Y/n: I don't know, the truth is a matter of circumstances. It's not all things told to people all the time, neither am I.
Natasha: That's a though way to live.
Y/n: Its a good way not to die, though
Natasha: You know, It's kinda hard to trust someone when you don't know who that someone really is.
Y/n: Yeah. Who do you want me to be?
Natasha: How about a friend?
Y/n: Well there's a chance you might be in the wrong business, Romanova.
They look at each other with smiles and drive off.
