Under You [N. Romanoff × Female Reader]

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗡𝗶𝗻𝗲

"Hey," Someone spoke while your head was looking down at your computer since you've been working nonstop this morning, and you have all sorts of papers on your table.

You hummed and then responded properly, without knowing who it was, "If you're looking for something, just check this side and if it's not there it means it's not yet finished," You motioned to your right for them to see whatever they wanted, rushing out your words as if you were running out of time.

"It's not --"

"You'll have to come back later then," you cut them off before they could even finish up what they were saying.

You heavily sighed when you thought the person was not there anymore, narrowing your eyes at the computer before cursing under your breath when you missed something important.

"Are you shitting me?" You hissed on your own, shutting your eyes close then opening them once more when you heard some nails clicking on the wooden table.

Your eyes darted to some red-painted nails, eyes slowly traveling up to see your redheaded boss looking down at you with a tight smile.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Romanoff, didn't see you there, did you want something?" You asked her apologetically.

"Actually yes... Where's my coffee?" She blurted out, making you pause for a moment processing the thought.

"Michelle!" You yelled for the other intern who was supposedly in your service to tell you things. She appeared at the door and you sarcastically smiled. "Where's her coffee?" You asked her, side glancing at your boss and Michelle almost dropped her heart on the floor. Michelle was a very nervous girl, Emily said that she'd be here for a week and in the meantime, she'd do the 'coffee' job.

"Right, I'm gonna go get it," She dozed off as you looked back at your boss and simply motioned to follow the girl still with that sarcastic smile.

Natasha looked at you unamused, "I was hoping to talk to y--"

"I'm working, boss, now if you wouldn't mind, just follow the girl and she'll give you your coffee," you stated never blinking, "Is there anything else?"

"Nothing else, Miss L/N, keep up the good work," then that was it, poof, gone.

And that's been going on for a whole two months, you managed to avoid Natasha as much as you could, you canceled her calls and texts whenever you weren't in the office, and you passed down every time you'd be on her service to someone else drooling for her, completely blocking every opportunity that she'd ever come in your way, besides you needed this job and you can't lose it, in a condition of not talking "unprofessionally" with your boss just like Haley said, which is working, but to be honest, Natasha was slowly running thin of patience and respect by this kind of situation and treatment, seeing as no one can turn her down except for you which she's surprisingly letting it slip from the tip of her fingers, letting you be instead of bossing you around.

Okay, so, lunchtime. You were sitting with Ivy - the girl from the foyer - chatting away your day since she seems to be your only friend here and the only one who can keep up with your humor.

"Do you think you did something wrong?" She suddenly asked after having a good laugh making your brows furrow in confusion.

"No, why?" You slowly asked her while she looked behind you with a sympathetic look before standing up taking her lunch with her leaving you all alone. "What are you doing?" You whisper-shouted.

"McRed is coming," she replied in the saw manner but with a huge smile, but you were more confused as to who the hell McRed was.

Before you knew it, someone grabbed you by the arm, pulling you behind them, and it clicked, McRed was Natasha. She pushed the button of the elevator and once it opened the people riding it immediately walked away as if they had been thrown out of their rented apartment. The both of you walk in, alone, as the door closes, she lets your arm go.

She turned to face you while you fixed your shirt, muttering a few words under your breath which she couldn't hear but was eager to know.

"What are you doing?" She seriously asked.

"Me? You're the one who stole me from my lunch," You shot back and she rolled her eyes.

"Why are you avoiding me?" She asked.

Just as you were about to answer, the elevator lights began to fade in and out as it started shaking slightly, then the lights went completely out, but thankfully it wasn't dark enough to not see each other in full confusion written in your faces.

"What's happening?" You sounded scared pushing almost all of the buttons over and over trying to bring the lights back on as if it would work. "Hey!" You slammed your palm three times on the door hoping that someone would hear you.

Natasha fished her phone out of her pocket, dialing someone to know what was happening but there was no signal, and her phone was one bar away from dying.

You sat in the corner, trying to calm yourself, it's not that you get anxiety in situations like this, it's -- let's say a phobia, you don't like the dark, not because of ghosts but because you don't know what happens in the dark, if it's good or bad, you had no idea what's going to happen and that scared the shit out of you.

After a while Natasha gave up and her phone died. Feeling the heat, she subconsciously took off her blazer, and your eyes were immediately trained on her neck She was visibly sweating and you couldn't seem to look away when she tied her hair in a messy bun.

"I'm sorry," You blurted out, making her look at you in confusion.

"What for?" She asked, wiping away her sweat even though she was just wearing a sleeveless-black-laced shirt.

"For ignoring you, I didn't want to but I have to," you admitted and she frowned.

"What do you mean?" She asked, wanting to know more as she sat the opposite of yours.

"It doesn't matter, I told you this to know that I don't hate you," you explain.

"Believe it or not, but you hating me never crossed my mind," She shrugged, "I just thought maybe you were high or something," You gaped at what she said,  although she was only joking.

"High? You thought I was on drugs? You're hilarious," You replied with a huff and a smile.

"Glad you took it that way, I was expecting some dramatic turn away or something," she mused, the corners of her lips tugging up to create a small smirk. "So, can I kiss you?" She suddenly asked and your eyes went wide. This woman is mad.

"Too soon — are you fucking serious? You have a fiancee, and we can't hook up remember, we made a deal. And even so, It's either her or me," You insisted, trying to sound as if you weren't pissed off by what she said.

She groaned. "Why do I have to pick?"

"Ask that yourself."

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