Natasha Romanoff One-shots

Come with me 🥰

Original oneshot from @romanoffscottage from tumblr

Link to tumblr: https://romanoffscottage.tumblr.com/post/664338072496914432/come-with-me

Natasha Romanoff x villain!reader

Summary: you knew she was coming after you, you just didn't expect her to actually convince you to go with her

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1042

Natasha had been after you for months. You were really good at running away, you always had been. After all, she was the one that trained you.
After Natasha destroyed the red room you started tearing the world apart. Taking down anyone and thing you wanted to just because you could. You were angry, angry at the world for being so cruel to you. Why should you give a shit about a world that took everything from you? You knew Natasha wanted to reason with you, but you didn't want to "work this out." You just wanted the world to pay for what it did to you.
You knew you should have left your safe house in Budapest last night, you knew you shouldn't have risked staying in the same place for another night. But you were tired. That was a huge mistake.
It was 5 am when you heard someone trying to pick the lock on your front door. You knew it was her. You grabbed your gun and stood next to the door quietly.
When Natasha burst through the door you grabbed her and slammed her into the wall, "how the hell did you find me!"
"You're not hard to find if you know where to look," she gave you her signature smirk as she pushed you off of her. You went to kick her legs from underneath her, but she had already anticipated your move. She knocked your legs from under you when you tried to get your thoughts together and pinned you to the floor. "I don't want to kill you Y/N, but I will."
"If you wanted me dead I would be dead already," you scoffed at her as you tried to get her off of you. You couldn't escape her grasp. She was always better than you, and that made you angry.
Through your anger you gathered the strength to push her off of you, you got up and quickly pointed your gun straight at her head. She had hers pointed at yours as well. "Wow, this is just like the old days, Natalia."
"Don't call me that."
"Why not? That's who you are." You knew your words stung, that's what you wanted. You wanted to hit her where it hurts. She didn't respond to you, just came closer to you with her gun in hand.
"If you're going to kill me do it, I dare you, do it, Talia," you teased, you knew she wouldn't kill you. She couldn't, she still had faith that she could get you to change. "Come with me."
"No." She didn't give up, "Y/N I really don't want to fight you, come with me. You don't have to do this, you can turn your life around."
"What if I don't want to turn my life around?"
"I know there's a small part of you that does." She wasn't wrong, sometimes you fantasized about a different life. A life where you could do what you loved.
You put your gun down and Nat subsequently put down hers. Natasha started wondering about your safe house. She looked at your old worn furniture and then started making her way to your bedroom. "You looking for something?" You followed behind her as she entered your room. "No, just looking. This place is a dump Y/N," you laughed, "yeah well with the whole being on the run thing I haven't had much time for furniture shopping."
"I see you haven't lost your sense of humor." She started looking at your desk, "Nat don't-"
She picked up the sketchbook that you had on your desk, "I didn't know you drew," she said as she flipped through the drawings. "Umm yeah just something I do to pass the time," you hoped she would stop flipping through it before she saw-
"Is this a drawing of me?" Too late. You didn't know how to respond. It was a drawing of her. You had drawn it last night actually. While it may appear that you despise Natasha with every fiber of your being, you actually didn't. You thought about your old trainer a lot actually.
You watched as Natasha stared at the image. She looked at how you perfected her hair. She looked like a gentle person in the picture you drew. "That's how I always saw you."
Natasha was at a loss for words, she never thought of herself as beautiful. She never thought someone else could see her this way. "I never stopped thinking about you."
"Come with me," Natasha stated again. "I can't, you know that."
"No, you can. I can protect you, I will make sure no one will ever hurt you again. And your art is phenomenal Y/N, you could go to art school if you wanted to!" You pondered the thought. "You seriously think I'm good enough to get into an art school?"
"If I was lying you would have been able to tell," she smirked, it's true, you could always see through her lies. Only you could. As much as you hated the world for what it did to you, as much as you wanted to burn the world to the ground, you were tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of running. You missed having people in your life, you missed Natasha. You have missed her since the day you last saw her.
"I'll come with you."
image
One year later and you were going to art school in New York City. You and Nat had an apartment together and started dating 8 months ago. You have never been happier.
"Baby guess what?" you said as Natasha walked into the living room, "what?"
"My art's going to be in a gallery next month!" Natasha practically jumped on you, giving you a tight squeeze. "That's amazing, what's the date and time and place?" She pulled out her phone ready to put it into her calendar. "It's November 5th," Nat had the biggest smile plastered across her face, "I can't wait, oh my God we need to invite the team, hold on I'm sending a group text to everyone!" She was so excited and proud to show off your talent. You smiled at your girlfriend knowing you were the luckiest person in the entire world.