Natasha Romanoff One-shots

Nerves 🥰

Original oneshot from @wandaromanova from tumblr

Link to tumblr: https://wandaromanova.tumblr.com/post/655231173426036736/nerves

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha Romanoff is known for being cool, calm, and collected. However, that all changes whenever Y/N L/N is around.

Warnings: cussing and sexual suggestion

Word Count: 2k

Natasha Romanoff was known as the Black Widow for a reason. She could be relentless in her tactics to get some sort of information she needed or to apprehend someone wanted to by S.H.I.E.L.D.
She was a master of hacking encrypted computer systems, was extremely talented in hand-to-hand combat, and was a professional at seducing individuals.
Natasha has flirted with countless men and women in her line of work. Whether it be a gross, drunken man in a bar or a tipsy woman that wants to dance in a nightclub; Natasha had anyone in the palm of her hand.
The best part? Natasha didn't so much as flinch when doing so. She could flirt with ease and come up with smooth remarks without batting an eye. All she had never known was confidence. Well... that remained true until Y/N L/N entered the picture and changed Natasha's life forever.
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You were the newest recruitment to the Avengers. Like Natasha herself, you were a S.H.I.E.L.D agent. How she's never seen you around the facility was beyond her. She definitely would have noticed someone as beautiful as you.
When you walked into the conference room to meet the team for the first time, Natasha felt all the air leave her lungs.
You were in a standard S.H.I.E.L.D uniform; which happened to be a skintight bodysuit. The leather hugged all the right places on your body; leaving little to the imagination. Your Y/H/C hair framed your face perfectly; accentuating your jawline. God, you were definitely the most attractive person Natasha has ever seen.
When you spoke to her the first time, Natasha completely froze in her spot; something she's never done before.
"Hey, I'm Y/N L/N. It's a pleasure to meet you and to be your newest teammate. I'm a fan of yours, you're like a legend at S.H.I.E.L.D."
You let out a small chuckle and Natasha was putty in your hands right away. She wanted to hear your real laugh, not a small one, but the laugh that's so real that your stomach starts to hurt. She wanted to hear your voice for the rest of her life because it was so soothing.
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Oh shit, she needed to reply.
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"Uh, hi I'm Natasha Romanoff. I- It's nice to meet you too. I can't wait to get to know."
What the fuck? Did she just stutter? Natasha Romanoff never stutters; ever. At this point, Natasha was blushing in embarrassment at her stutter while you just sent her a kind smile. Your perfect pearly white teeth shining at her like the sun.
Dear Lord, what the fuck is wrong with you Romanoff? Are you seriously coming up with similes referring to her teeth? You've known her for two minutes and you've lost your shit already. What is happening? Maybe she's just out of it right now and she'll get over it soon.
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Natasha in fact did not get over her nervousness soon; it was quite the opposite actually. She became even more of a train wreck whenever she saw you around the Compound; which was all the time considering you lived there now.
One morning, Nat had walked into the kitchen and found you making a sandwich for yourself. She paused in the doorway and attempted to leave the room unnoticed, but you saw her already.
"Good morning, Nat! Would you like me to make you one of these? I make the best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches the world has ever seen."
You spoke to Natasha with a bright smile as you bowed for dramatic effect. Nat turned around and let out a laugh at your antics before nervously rubbing the back of her neck; something she didn't know she did until now.
"Uh, no it's fine. I was gonna go and trail- I mean train. I was gonna train."
Natasha mentally slapped herself in the face for making herself look like a total idiot in front of you; for the millionth time.
"Oh! I was going up to train as well. Would you like to be my sparring buddy when I finish eating?" You asked Natasha as you looked back down to the sandwich in front of you.
Natasha absolutely did not want to train with you. Sparring meant that you both would be in close proximity to one another and she could barely speak around you. She was a bundle of nerves whenever she was just a few feet away from you. So, imagine how she'll react when you're so close to her that she can feel the heat radiating off of your body?
Your strong arms wrapping around her and trying to pin her down? She wouldn't be able to think straight (no pun intended) if you were to spar together. But she couldn't exactly turn you down either.
"Yeah. That sounds grood, I mean good. I was going to say great but then I wanted to say good an-"
Natasha's nervous rambling was cut off by your laughter. The redhead smiled at the sound; there was your real laugh. Your laugh was definitely her favorite sound now.
"Relax Romanoff. I'll go easy on you, it's all grood." You smirked at the assassin cockily. Natasha felt herself flush red from your teasing and your smirk.
Oh, if you only knew what that stupid smirk on your face did to Natasha. She was ready to drop to the floor and do whatever you told her to if you continued to send that expression her way.
Luckily, you stopped and took a bite of your sandwich. Natasha gave you a small nod instead of talking; to avoid more embarrassment. She practically ran out of the kitchen and towards her room.
She put on more deodorant than usual and sprayed perfume on herself. She put her hair up into a tight ponytail and made sure to leave a few hairs falling against her face. Natasha literally had to take a pause and catch a breath from how nervous she was.
She's fucking Natasha Romanoff; the Black Widow. Why the fuck was she nervous about sparring with a friend and teammate? She felt like she had no idea what the fuck she was doing. All she knew was that she wanted you to like her.
But this made no sense to Natasha. She was trained in seducing people and she never even so much as thought about it. But now, here she was, nervous as fuck and in a frenzy whenever she was in the same room as you.
Maybe she was nervous because you weren't a mission. You weren't someone she had to pretend to be interested in to get information from. She genuinely wanted to get to know you; the only gain being the privilege of knowing you inside and out.
Natasha realized that she was getting all of this wrong. She didn't want to seduce you. That would mean she just wanted to have sex with you, but it was so much more than that.
She wanted to know what your goals and aspirations in life were. She wanted to know what all your favorite songs, food, and whatever else were. She wanted to know what made you happy and what petrified you. She wanted to be the only one to know your mind, heart, and body like the back of her hand.
You weren't a mission assigned to her by S.H.I.E.L.D, but you were still her mission. The objective? To be yours and vice versa.
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Natasha made her way into the gym and was shocked to see you there already. You ate pretty fast, even though it was just a sandwich. Or maybe she just took forever as she came to a shocking self-realization a few minutes prior.
You were placing your bag on the side of the gym when you heard the door close. You turned around and smiled at the sight of Natasha.
"Hey! I thought you were gonna be in here already. Guess I beat you to it." You let out a playful laugh as Natasha approached you with her bag. She placed hers beside your own before turning to face you.
"Yeah sorry, there was something I had to attend to." Natasha spoke somewhat quietly as you looked at her concerned.
"Everything alright?" You asked as your Y/E/C eyes stared into emerald ones.
"Oh yeah! Everything is perfect now. So, you ready to spar?" Natasha asked in an attempt to change the subject, which worked, thankfully.
"Let's do it." You spoke as you did a little jump in place with your hands up in a defensive position. Natasha couldn't help but laugh at your playful nature before you both made your way into the ring.
"Ready when you are, Romanoff. I apologize in advance for kicking your ass." You spoke as you sent her a smirk. Natasha zoned out on your face for a second before shaking it off.
Natasha charged at you and attempted to do her famous move. She had her legs wrapped around your shoulders, hovering above you. From the position you both were currently in, your head was in between her legs. Natasha's brain short-circuited at the sight.
Her mind went blank. The only thought in her head was how she wished your head was between her legs under different circumstances.
In her moment of shock, you quickly slammed her body down to the ground and pinned her arms above her head as you trapped her legs with your hips.
Natasha let out a gasp at the initial slam against the floor and her heart rate increased rapidly at the sight of you over her.
"Wow. You know I was just kidding when I said I was going to beat your ass, right?" You looked down at the redhead beneath you as she stared up at you in a mix of awe and shock.
"I got a little... distracted." Natasha spoke as she looked down at your lips and back up to your eyes. You definitely noticed the movement and you focused on the woman beneath you.
"Oh yeah? By what?" You challenged Natasha as you stared down at her with an eyebrow raised.
This was her chance to finally clue you in on her feelings for you. It was now or never.
"By all the things I want you to do to me." Your eyes darkened at her words. Without a second thought, you smashed your lips against Natasha's.
You've had the biggest crush on Natasha since you learned about her. She was basically your celebrity crush. So, the fact that not only were you kissing her, but she was interested in you too? This had to be a dream that you never wanted to wake up from.
The kiss got heated pretty quickly, but when your hand snaked under Natasha's black t-shirt, the assassin pulled away sharply. You pulled your hands out of her shirt with wide eyes.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I thought that you may have wanted t-" Your words were cut off by Natasha's lips being firmly pressed against yours before being snatched away once more.
"No, it's not that. It's just... I want to take things slow. I don't want you just for sex. You're not one of my targets from work that I'm trying to seduce."
You looked down at Natasha confused as she wrapped her arms firmly around your neck.
"I want to know your mind before I get to know your body." Natasha sent you a shy smile. Being open about her feelings was new to Natasha, but she wanted to be open with you. You were different and that's what Natasha liked so much about you.
"Okay. I'm happy with whatever pace you want to take, detka (baby)." Natasha's eyes widened at your use of her native language. You laughed as you took in her state of shock.
"What? I took a Russian class in college." You laughed loudly and Natasha couldn't help but let out a genuine laugh of her own that few have ever heard.
Natasha was still a nervous wreck around you, even though she knew you felt the same way. But, she loved you. She hadn't told you that yet, but she truly did.
For as long as she'd love you, you'd always have the ability to turn her into a blabbering, mindless mess.
Natasha guessed that she'd just be nervous for the rest of her life; because she was never going to stop loving you.