Natasha Romanoff One-shots

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Original oneshot from @wandaromanova from tumblr

Link to tumblr: https://wandaromanova.tumblr.com/post/658948097638121472/surface

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha finds herself in a situation she never thought possible; she'd fallen in love.

Warnings: cussing, brief mention of murder

Word Count: 1.7K

It was no secret that Natasha didn't have a normal childhood. Honestly, she didn't really have a childhood at all.
She was taken by the Red Room when she was an infant and endured years of mistreatment.
She was trained to be a killing machine, being taught that nothing is more important than the elimination of a target and the completion of a mission.
When Natasha managed to escape the grasp of Dreykov, the mastermind behind the Red Room, she changed the course of her life.
Natasha Romanoff went from an assassin, to an agent for a respected organization, and became an elite superhero that saved the world on a seemingly daily basis.
She was the definition of resilience. Her ability to turn her dark past into a bright future was admirable and it was no surprise that she was highly respected today.
Natasha's life was everything but ordinary. So, she was denied the small luxuries of normalcy.
It took her years to trust her teammates that she now referred to as family, but it took her even longer to even so much as entertain the concept of love.
The redhead was convinced that love was nothing but a fabricated concept that only existed in fairytales and stupid rom-coms.
However, her world was turned upside down and tilted off it's axis when she met you.
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You were an Avenger yourself and managed to tear down the retaining wall that Natasha had shielded herself with.
Natasha was terrified the first time you smiled at her. An unfamiliar feeling arose in the pit of her stomach and her heart began to race when she caught sight of your white teeth and bright eyes.
She literally went to Doctor Cho that day for a checkup, convinced that there was something wrong. However, the Doctor found nothing, and that left the former assassin even more confused.
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As the months passed, Natasha noticed a pattern.
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Whenever you were in the same room as her, her hands would get sweaty, her body would heat up, and a feeling of anxiety overcame her.
Natasha didn't understand why she reacted the way she did whenever you were within a two-foot radius of her, but it frustrated her.
When you'd speak to her, your voice full of enthusiasm, Natasha would feel a lump form in the back of her throat, finding it difficult to utter a response.
It took the redhead a whole six months to come to terms with the reality of her situation; she had a crush on you.
It was absurd! How could she possibly have a crush on someone?
Crushes were for middle schoolers who thought that they were going to marry their crush after holding hands during a lunch period.
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That just wasn't who Natasha was, or was it?
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After she realized how she felt for you, the redhead went into a serious self-introspection.
Was she really against love? Or had the Red Room just brainwashed her into hating it?
Love is a liability. That's what she was taught. If you love someone, that's a weakness that enemies can use to their advantage, tearing your attention away from the main objective.
But what if she didn't see it like that anymore? What if love was really a strength?
Natasha found herself increasingly motivated to remain safe during missions, wanting to get back to the Compound to see you. The redhead's feelings for you provided an intense surge of purpose.
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You were her purpose, her reason to make it out of the chaos, alive.
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After a year, Natasha had finally confessed her feelings to you. To her surprise, you'd reciprocated them.
She genuinely didn't believe you wouldn't view her in the same light as she did you. You were an optimistic, light-hearted person, while she was serious and borderline cold-hearted.
You were total opposites, but that didn't seem to matter to either of you. All that mattered was the love you held for one another.
The redhead had never felt happiness like she did in that moment.
It felt like the beginning of an unwritten chapter in her story, and she couldn't help but feel as though the ending would be a beautiful one.
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2 years later
After a year of being in denial and finally professing her love for you, Natasha was the happiest she'd ever been.
The redhead had a spring in her step and a cloud of cheerfulness that surrounded her everywhere she'd go.
You'd been in a relationship for two years and had even bought an apartment together.
The place you purchased was close enough to work to allow for quick arrival times in emergencies, but also far away enough to allow some privacy.
You'd been sat on the couch with Natasha, the sound of gunfire and groans filling the space of the living room.
No, you guys weren't in any sort of danger, in real life, at least. You had managed to convince Natasha to play Call of Duty with you.
You weren't surprised when the redhead admitted that she's never played a video game before.
You were aware of her childhood and lack thereof, so, what better game to present her with than a first-person shooter game?
The pair of you focused intently on the screen. You'd selected Team Deathmatch and were ecstatic when the randomized chose Crossfire as the map.
You had the highest score on your team, while Natasha was at the bottom of the scoreboard.
"What the fuck? How in the hell was I supposed to see him? He's hiding like a little bitch!"
Natasha wasn't happy with the position she was on the leaderboard and you were enjoying her outburst of insults and profanities.
"Babe, that's what snipers do. They hide and kill their targets when they least expect it."
You let out a small chuckle as your attention remained on the screen. You'd taken out hostile after hostile.
Not to toot your own horn, but you were fucking amazing at sniping, especially when it came to quick scoping.
"Don't you think I know that, Y/N? I'm a trained assassin! I should be killing people left and right, but I've only managed to get one person and that was because he ran out of ammo."
You let out a loud laugh at her words. You tore your eyes away from the screen for a brief second to admire Natasha's side profile.
Her eyebrows were scrunched up in concentration as she bit her lip softly. Her stare was hard as she tried to shoot a guy, only for the character to stab her with a knife.
"What?! How is that even possible? I shot him like twenty times and he still didn't die? This is bullshit!"
You were laughing profusely at this point, not even paying attention to the match. The scene of Natasha losing her shit over a video game was a sight for sore eyes.
"What are you laughing at? You may be good at this game, but I could easily take you out in real life. Don't test me."
Natasha didn't even turn to face you, too engrossed in the game to stare at you, but you could hear the irritation in her voice.
"I'm laughing because your gamer rage is out of this world." You managed to let out through your laughs as your eyes fluttered over to the screen.
Natasha's character walked into a side building and the second she was in the doorway, a hidden opponent had killed her.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Camping ass bitch! Stop hiding and fight like a man, pussy."
You were in hysterics at this point. Natasha didn't have a filter when her competitive side would come to light, and it was more entertaining than reality TV.
You managed to get yourself together and resume playing the rest of the match.
Your team had won shortly after. You received first place while Natasha ended up in last, and she was not happy about it.
"It's okay, baby. You're not good at Call of Duty, but at least you're amazing at everything else."
Your tone was teasing and Natasha wasn't impressed. She lightly slammed her controlled on the couch and crossed her arms over her chest, sending a harsh glare your way.
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"Fuck off."
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That was your girlfriend's only response and you let out small giggles.
"You did great for your first time, honey." Natasha continued to glare at you, and you realized she was refusing to speak to you.
You rolled your eyes at her and put your controller down beside you before laying down, your head in her lap as you stared up at her.
She didn't budge, a pout of her plump lots still present as she stared at you blankly.
"I'll protect you in COD and you can protect me in real life. Sound fair?" You tried to offer a proposition, but once again, were met with silence.
You couldn't believe she was giving you the cold shoulder over your teasing, but it was extremely endearing.
"Nat? Natty? My love? Will you please talk to me? If you do, we can cuddle and I'll make you some hot chocolate, your favorite."
You dragged out the last syllable of your plea, and finally, Natasha gave in. A wide smile that reached her eyes took over her face.
The redhead stared down at you in adoration, her fingers combing through your hair soothingly.
"Will there be marshmallows in this hot chocolate you offered?"
You felt your heart race at the sound of her raspy voice. Your eyes shut at the feeling of her digits running through your tresses, tranquility washing over you.
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"Duh."
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Natasha chuckled at your blunt response. Neither of you made a move though, remaining in your positions as a comfortable silence fell over you both.
After a few minutes, you'd fallen asleep. Natasha felt her heart flutter as she stared down at your sleeping form. The redhead's mind wandered off, her only thoughts consisted of you.
Things were looking up for Natasha and it was all because of you.
You supplied her with the love and domesticity that she'd lacked throughout the entirety of her life. Foreign feelings and affections became the new normal.
You proved to her that love is real and not something that existed in the pages of novels for hormonal pre-teens.
She learned to love, tearing down the retaining wall which surrounded her heart, allowing a tidal wave of your love to consume her.
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And for the first time in Natasha's life; she didn't fight to get to the surface.