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Anything for You

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Natasha knew her life was going to be different, becoming an Avenger and all, especially since she'd be remaining on at Shield as an agent. What she never anticipated was for it to actually become easier.

Every other weekend she holds a crash course training for the newer agents for Shield, and then every other she decides to try something new since she's off, besides the occasional mission, or earth shattering dilemma. She's always preferred to keep busy, but with how much free time she'd had recently, and with a push from you, she's taken a different approach to filling her free time by exploring the world.

Which is why she's currently pestering you to go clubbing with her on this lovely Friday evening. Clubbing is foreign grounds to the assassin, who's only ever been to the bars as an agent, or former spy. Honestly though, she misses you, and there's no one she'd rather experience a night out on the town with.

"But Y/N/N.... I'm wearing my best dress..." She pleads, with a pouty lip, and you have to avert your gaze to avoid a fluttering heart.

"Nat, I told you, I have a mission tomorrow and need to study up on it." You lie to the spy, and her pout deepens at your supposed excuse.

"You work too much, you're starting to get worry lines..."

"Is that your way of telling me I'm getting wrinkles? It's called aging gracefully Nat, not all of us are blessed to be supermodel gorgeous."

Natasha blushes slightly at your sideways compliment, before brushing it off and continuing with the pleading.

"No, it's my way of saying you need to live a little, and what better way than getting absolutely trashed with me tonight?"

"One hour, and no 'trashing' will be happening." You reluctantly concede, and your heart then skips a beat at the sound of her overzealous squeals.

"Perfect! I already picked this outfit out for you!" With a playful eye roll, and hesitant feeling in your stomach, you entered the bathroom to change into the incredibly tight clothing.

Clubbing is honestly the last thing you needed to be doing, but you hardly find yourself able to say no to the assassin, especially not when she pouts. Who cares—you did—if you had a stack of papers piled up on your desk that's nearly towering over you, or an array of missions left for you to assign, oh, and let's not forget the training of newer agents you have to lead tomorrow, it'll be okay...

Natasha's one of the hardest working people you'd ever met, and when she saved the world a few months back, then immediately went on more missions, you took notice that it was because she'd known nothing else outside of it. Forced to do the bidding of those too weak to handle their sinful affairs themselves, and then having to live with the unbearable guilt of it all. To now, dedicating herself to a far greater cause that is sadly, in its own way, still run by spineless idiots with agendas.

You've already lived a life of frivolity before all of this, so you'd do anything you can to ensure Natasha has a chance to do the same, even if that meant running yourself incredibly thin.

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The both of you entered the booming night club, the bright lights nearly blinding you as Natasha drags your reluctant form towards the bar.

"Two shots of vodka please." Natasha answers the bartender, then turns to you with a wide, expectant smile.

You were stood beside her with your back leaning against the bar, while silently observing the ever growing crowd of people. Natasha silently rolls her eyes at your rigid stance, looking as if this was just another mission, and these drunken idiots were your perps.