Natasha Romanoff One-shots

Perfect Match 🥰

Original oneshot from @wandaromanova from tumblr

Link to tumblr: https://wandaromanova.tumblr.com/post/659391992731729920/perfect-match

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N has a secret admirer.

Warnings: cussing

Word Count: 2.5k

You had a secret admirer in the Compound. Every morning, you would come back from training to a letter placed in the center of your bed. Each note had some sort of cheesy pick-up lines scribbled across the paper. Although they were awful, they never failed to bring a smile to your face. They were the corniest pick-up lines known to man.
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"Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see."
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"If you were a chicken, you would be impeccable."
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"Are you a bank loan? Because you've got my interest."
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Those were a few of the lines that had you laughing out loud, not because they were funny, but because they were so bad, that it was funny. The letters weren't the only thing your admirer had up their sleeves.
You would walk out into the living room of the Compound to a bouquet of beautiful flowers sat on the kitchen counter. There would be a note attached to the arrangement which informed you of the meaning behind the flowers.
Red roses signified love and desire. Blue salvias meant 'thinking of you.' Edelweiss represented courage and devotion.
You were absolutely blown away by the small, but romantic gestures. You found yourself anticipating every morning, eager to see what corny pick-up line would be waiting on your bed and what new flowers you would encounter in the kitchen.
Of course, you were anxious to figure out who your admirer was. You ruled out Steve and Bucky, considering they were in a relationship. It definitely wasn't Peter or Clint.
Peter was a teenager that had a girlfriend and Clint had a family of his own. You considered Tony, but he was with Pepper and was definitely not the type to write letters. He was too much of a technology person, he probably would've sent you an email if it was him.
Wanda and Vision were together, so they were ruled out as well. Bruce made it clear that he was the lone-wolf type, never really leaving the lab. Thor wasn't even on earth, having gone to Asgard to deal with his brother.
Your only logical options were Sam and Natasha. However, you didn't even really consider Natasha.
Despite your feelings for the redhead, you felt like she was painfully out of your league.
She was stunning, intelligent, and contrary to popular belief she had a huge heart. Natasha wasn't exactly an open person, so the thought of her writing out lame pick-up lines and sneaking into your room to place them there was absurd.
So... it had to be Sam.
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The team had been scattered about the Compound when you decided it was time to confront Sam.
You wandered the living quarters in search of the man when you finally found him in the living room with Wanda and Natasha. The two women were sat on the couch while Sam sat on a separate chair.
"Hey, L/N. What's cooking good-looking?" Sam spoke flirtatiously as Wanda and Natasha's heads turned to face you, smiles on their faces. You rolled your eyes at the man and sat between the two redheads.
"Hate to break it to you Sammy boy, but you're not my type. I prefer my partners to be of the woman variety."
Sam dramatically put his hand to his chest, a theatrical gasp falling from his lips. "Ouch, you wound me, hot stuff." You sent him a glare as the women beside you laughed.
"Seriously though, as lovely as the notes and flowers are, I don't see you that way. I'm sorry." At your words, Sam's playful expression turned to one of confusion. Natasha's eyes landed on your side profile, practically burning a hole into your head, while Wanda laughed at Sam.
"Notes and flowers? What are you on, woman?" Your eyebrows furrowed, displaying your perplexity.
"Wait... you aren't the person who's been leaving notes in my room and sending me flowers?" Your confusion was evident in your tone and Natasha let out a small snort. You turned to glare at the woman before returning your attention to Sam.
"Nope. Trust me, buttercup, I would make sure you knew they were from me, which they're not." Sam winked at you and you sunk into the couch with a loud groan of annoyance.
You crossed your arms over your chest with a pout as everyone laughed at you. "This isn't funny guys! I have no idea who this secret admirer is!" You were frustrated and sulked as their laughter died down.
"The whole point of a secret admirer is for their identity to be... a secret. Don't you think, bubs?"
Natasha's eyes locked onto your as she spoke and you felt your cheeks heat up, a blush adorning your skin. It wasn't unusual for Natasha to use pet names with you, but she still managed to have you flustered every time.
"Well, I don't want it to be a secret. I want to thank them for the sweet things they've done for me." As soon as the words left your mouth, a giggle sounded to your right. Your head whipped to the side and took in Wanda's giggling form.
"What are you laughing at?" You questioned the Sokovian and she just shook her head in amusement, eyes fixated on the assassin beside you.
"Nothing. You're just an idiot and your admirer is too. You guys are perfect for each other." Your eyes widened at Wanda's words and unbeknownst to you, Natasha's had too.
"You know who they are? What the fuck! Tell me, right now, Wicked Witch of the West!" You began to throw punches at Wanda's shoulder as she tried to fight off your attacks.
"I can't! I would like to live to see another day!" You stopped your assault with a huff. Wanda sat up once more, after having been pushed back from your punches. "You're the worst." You stood up abruptly and addressed the entire room.
"I solemnly swear to you all, I will not rest until I discover the identity of my admirer. I will spend day and night, looking high and low for this individual! Mark my words!"
You spoke dramatically and the three people in the room shook their heads at your ridiculousness.
"Good luck with that, babe." Natasha snickered, a smirk plastered across her face as you walked out of the living room.
Truthfully, you had no idea how you would figure it out. The admirer was very good at not leaving behind any clues to who they were, and that should've been your first clue.
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The following morning, you had gotten back from training and as expected, there was another letter placed on your bed. You quickly shut the door and approached the bed, clutching the piece of paper and unfolding it, your eyes scanning over the words.
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"How many eyes do spiders have? Doesn't matter, because all of them are on you."
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Your eyes widened as you slowly placed the letter onto the duvet. This had to be a hint! Spider? That couldn't be a coincidence. There were only two people on the team whose superhero names dealt with an arachnid; Natasha and... Peter?
Your mind was racing at this point. It couldn't be Natasha, no fucking way. So, it had to be Peter. It made sense in a way, he was a very playful person and would be the kind of person to leave cheesy notes.
Not to mention, he was a really sweet kid. Flowers were up his alley, but he had a girlfriend and was like your child, having formed a mother-son-like bond with the spiderling.
You felt like you had connected the dots, it was Peter. So, you took a quick shower and got into a fresh set of clothes before venturing off to find the teenager, not before collecting your flowers from the kitchen.
The flowers of the day were Purple Irises, which symbolized wisdom and compliments.
You found Peter in the lab with Bruce, Wanda, and Natasha. Peter was showing off the modifications that he made to his web-shooters when you walked in. The teenager was stood in the center of the room while the rest sat on stools.
"Hey Y/N! Check it out, my web-shooters can shoot out silly string too!" You approached Peter as he shot a few streaks of the string hitting you square in the face, your nose scrunching up in disgust.
Everyone laughed as you ripped off the silly string, rolling your eyes with a smile. "That's cool, kid. I was actually looking for you." Your words piqued everyone's interest, all eyes on you.
"What's up?" The teenager asked as he took off his web-shooters and placed them on a nearby table. "Thank you for the cute notes and flowers, but I'm a little too old for you."
Peter turned around, confusion all over his face. "Notes and flowers? That wasn't me..." You let out an exasperated sigh. How could it not be him?
"Y/N, you're officially the dumbest person I know." Wanda spoke out before laughing, everyone else following after her.
"What do you mean? The note today mentioned spiders! It was either Peter or..." Your words trailed off as you stared at Natasha, who was staring right back.
Her infamous smirk graced her features, a twinkle in her eyes as she watched the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. "Oh..." Your mouth was agape as your jaw dropped, eyes wide in shock.
"There you go... she's got it." Wanda teased and you broke out of your trance, flipping her off; she just laughed at you.
The Sokovian got up and left, not before sticking her tongue out at you. Bruce and Peter filed out of the room right behind her.
It was just you and Natasha now, and you still couldn't move. The woman stood up and approached you, stopping directly in front of you.
"I knew you were oblivious, but I didn't realize it was this bad. Peter? Really?" Natasha's tone was playful, her voice pulling you out of your reverie.
"I- I just didn't think you could like me. I'm a dork." Your voice came out shaky as the redhead placed a hand on your cheek, gently caressing your skin with the pad of her thumb.
"Yeah, you're a dork. But chicks dig that." Her sultry tone met your ears and you honestly felt like you were going to pass out. You couldn't believe this was actually happening. "So... the corny ass pick-up lines were your doing?" You questioned as emerald eyes locked onto your own.
"Hey! They're not corny! They're clever." Natasha spoke in mock offense and you couldn't help the small giggles that fell from your lips.
"Are your pants from outer space? Because your ass is out of this world." Your giggles turned into hearty laughter at the redhead's terrible line.
"There's nothing clever about that, Romanoff." You breathed out your words as you attempted to recover from your laughing fit.
Natasha was smiling at you, her pearly white teeth practically blinding you. Seriously, how the fuck were her teeth so white? It's like she used white-out as toothpaste.
"Okay, fine. They're corny, but they make you happy and that's what I wanted." Your heart fluttered from the seriousness of Natasha's tone. "So... it was really you?" You were still in disbelief and Natasha chuckled. "It was really me." Natasha confirmed and you let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh, thank god. I thought I was gonna catch a case if it was Peter." Natasha let out a genuine laugh and you smiled at the sound. "Don't worry, no cases will be caught today." The redhead breathed deeply as her laughter slowed to a stop.
"If it wasn't obvious enough, I really like you." Natasha's tone wasn't as confident as it normally was. She bit down on her lip, tugging on it gently with her teeth. She was nervous because of you.
"I really like you too, Natty. I just didn't think I stood a chance." You muttered lowly, tearing your eyes away from her own and looking down at the floor. Her hand slid from your cheek and down to your chin, picking your head up to look at her again.
"You have it all wrong, Y/N. No one else in the world stands a chance with me. You're the only person I want and the only one I will ever need."
Natasha held your chin gently as her eyes bored into your own. "Could you do me a favor?" The redhead nodded her head at your question. "Anything."
"Pinch me." Your face was straight and serious and the Russian burst out in laughter. She shook her head at you as she removed her hand from your chin and hugged her stomach. She was laughing so hard that her stomach was hurting. "W-why would you want me to pinch you?" Natasha stuttered as she calmed down, wiping a few tears from her eyes.
"Because I want to make sure this is real." The redhead in front of you smiled gently. Her arms wrapped around your waist and pulled your body flush against hers.
"I have a better idea." Natasha whispered as she slowly leaned her head forward. Your heart was racing, but you still managed to meet her lips in the middle, arms wrapping around her neck.
You let out a gasp the second you felt her soft, plump lips colliding with your own. She tasted of strawberries, you assumed it was the chapstick she had on. The kiss was simple. There was no tangling of tongue or clashing of teeth. Your lips were just softly gliding against each other, and it was the most amazing feeling.
Natasha broke the kiss when air became an issue, much to your dismay. You wouldn't have minded dying if it meant you got to kiss her more.
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'Death by kissing a hot redheaded assassin' seemed like a pretty good way to go out.
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Your eyes fluttered open, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Natasha's lips quirked upward, raising her eyebrow at you questioningly. "Was that real enough for you?" The redhead teased, and you bit your lip in feign thought. "I don't know. We might have to do it again, just to be sure." Natasha rolled her eyes before pulling you in for another kiss. This one didn't last as long as the previous one, but it was just as mind-blowing.
When the kiss ended, you pulled away and let out a small snort. "I gotta say... you have terrible taste in women." Natasha glared at you playfully.
"Hey! That's my future girlfriend you're talking about. Be nice or else I'll have to fight you." Your head flew back as you laughed. You couldn't believe how much of a giggling mess you became around the redhead.
"I'd like to see you try." You challenged the redhead. You didn't think she would do anything, but boy, were you wrong. You let out a squeal when her hands moved from behind your back and to your sides, aggressively tickling you.
"No! Natty, stop!" You were practically screaming, your words combined with laughter. Nat laughed along with you and stopped her assault after a few seconds.
You were breathing heavily, Natasha's hands returning to their original position, behind your back.
"Did you invent the airplane? Because you're the Wright one for me, babe." You dramatically groaned while the redhead smiled cheekily.
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ㅤYou used to believe that Natasha Romanoff was out of your league, but little did you know; she was your perfect match.
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