You were lazing on a velvet covered chair, staring deep into the eyes of the CEO, who was sitting across the table.
You looked him up and down seductively, and the corner of his mouth twitched, a smile forming.
You were undercover as a secretary, who had been asked to take notes of what was said at the table, and to report back to your boss (as he couldn't attend the meeting).
All the people seated around the table were men, they all seemed distracted, and kept glancing over at you.
You pretended to take notes, while keeping my eye on the prize. The CEO winked at you, and got up.
You followed him, observed closely by the other men at the table.
Once you were outside, he pressed you up against the wall, his leg between your thighs.
'Y/n, don't let this go too far.' Tony whispered into the coms.
You moaned falsely at the older man's touch, and got away from beneath him, flashing him a smile, and lifting up your dress slightly. The CEO followed you, entranced.
'I hope the olives at the table weren't too... hard for you kitten.' The CEO winked again, and you shivered, repulsed, but you kept a smile on your face.
'I like my olives how I like my men, sir.' You smirked at him, and stroked his chest with your fingers.
'Get ready y/n...' Steve murmured.
'Now then kitten, are we hiding something?' The older man glared at you, hearing Steve's voice in your earpiece.
'Shit. Sorry Tony this isn't my cue but..'-You brought your knee up, and the CEO's jaw cracked. As he fell, you muffled his scream with your dress.
'I fucking hate olives sir.' You spat out an olive stone on his suit, and dragged his unconscious body along the hallway to the bathroom.
'Damn Clint I thought we had a shot.' Bucky grumbled into the coms, and Wanda and Nat laughed.
'Y/n keep him down until I come, unless you can do it yourself?' Clint yelled, audibly fighting outside the bathroom.
'Ill meet you outside.' You mumbled, snapping the CEO's neck.
You walked out, nearly crashing into Clint. He grabbed your arm and you both ran out of the building, meeting Wanda on the way. She was out of breath, and her dress was partially ripped.
'Nice work y/l/n.' Wanda grinned, and wrapped her arms around your shoulders.
You heard someone cough into the coms, and Wanda giggled. 'Don't worry Nat, I'm bringing her back to you.'
You blushed a bright pink, and hurried to where the plane had landed in the street. Vision helped Wanda up.
You were about to pull yourself up when you felt someone lifting you up, and looked up to see Nat's gorgeous face smirking at you.
She carried you bridal style to the seats, and kept you on her lap.
You wrapped your arms around her neck, and grinned, aware that all the other Avengers were watching you.
'You did well darling. The CEO wasn't the only person who you made crazy for you.' Nat brushed your hair out of your face, and cupped your face in her hands.
'Mine.' She whispered.
Nat roughly pressed her lips against yours, her tongue slipping through your lips, exploring your mouth. You grasped the back of her neck, and she held your thigh, deepening the kiss.
You moaned into her mouth, and she stroked your neck teasingly before choking you slightly, pressing her fingers into your neck.As you broke away, both gasping for breath, the Avengers were staring at you, and began to grin.
'Damn Nat, no one expected that'- Bruce raised his eyebrows.
'I knew from the start, like when Nat made me move the bottl'-
Wanda squealed as Nat kicked her.'Yeah we definitely couldn't tell when you were straddling her during the fight.' Tony laughed, and Peter, who had come to watch was whispering something to Clint.
'Yes Spiderboy, I know. Black Widow's blushing.' Clint broke out laughing, and Nat frowned at him.
You giggled and snuggled into Nat's chest.
On the way back, the mood was light and happy, with everyone teasing you and Nat, and talking about how successful the mission was.
When you arrived back at the tower, Tony beamed. 'Party anyone?'
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Hold me closer- Natasha x y/n (gxg)
FanfictionWhen you first join the avengers, everyone welcomes you, except for one person. Natasha Romanoff.