Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Secret?

Anonymous asked: 

(READER AND NAT ARE IN SECRET RELATIONSHIP) Hey I was wondering if you could do Maybe like a blurb of like the avengers are out at a bar and everyone is very much wasted and reader gets super clingy when she is drunk and like is sitting in nats lap like tracing shapes on her chink or something and all the avenger's are thinking like yeah they are totally together

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You never seemed like a one night stand type of person and that was correct because you never were one, until that one party where you had gotten wayy to drunk for your own good.

You remember it like it was yesterday..

There you are, allowing yourself to finally relax after a long day with a drink in hand and some girl next to you as she laughs at anything you say, whether you just asked for another drink from a fellow team member.

It kind of annoyed you so you stood up, said your farewells and walked off to the bar where Natasha was along with Bruce, you found it weird how they were apparently into each other but showed no interest at all.

You placed your empty cup down as you leaned on the bar and looked up to be instantly met with the green eyes that held so much mystery.

"What can I do for you Y/n?" She asked with a small smile as she leaned on the bar as well.

"What are you offering Romanoff?" You asked with a daring tone.

She raised her brow "Well it depends, are you trying to get drunk or be still sober whilst listening to that Q-tip laugh at everything"

You smiled as a small laugh escaped your lips "Drunk sounds better but with someone else"

"And who would that be?" She questioned as her eyes never left yours, Bruce noticed the tension and just decided to leave before witnessing something he doesn't want to see.

"First person in my sight" You replied, still looking at her, causing a smirk to appear on the redhead's lips.

It was quite normal for this flirting between yous, no one else knew about it since no one was around whenever it happened but that was it until tonight.

Natasha pulled two shot glasses and the strongest drink they had, she wasn't actually serving anyone, she was just covering the person who took a break.

She pilled the shot and passed you one as you both downed it pretty quickly, the next thing you knew, she was dragging you away to the dance floor that was filled with multiple people so the team barely even noticed this.

From drinking to dancing, you're suddenly being pushed against the cold elevator wall, as your senses are filled with the person who is kissing you with so much need that it's practically impossible to move away.

You barely noticed where you were until you hit a bed that wasn't yours, noticing the red hair and the familiar touch, your drunk self just accepted this, subconsciously knowing you were safe.

The suspicion was confirmed in the morning where your clothes were everywhere along with the person who was tightly snuggled up against you.

The warmth from her body was enough to warm you up that you didn't even need anything to cover your bodies, you looked over at the window which still had the steam on it.

You looked down to see the Russian, some of your memory was still blurry but who cared, what was important is that you remembered what happened.