Natasha Romanoff One-shots

Forever Eighteen 🥺

Original oneshot from @thenatashamaximoff from tumblr

Link to tumblr: https://thenatashamaximoff.tumblr.com/post/682001686384066561/out-of-my-mind-drabble

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: idk how to summarize it with out spoiling it. just read it trust me it's good. 😊

Warnings: mentions of death

Word Count: 2,576 words

It was the light taps against your face that slowly pulled you out of your dreamless slumber, the darkness that had engulfed you in your sleep was the same when you opened your eyes. Yet, even in the blackness, you could just make out a figure hovering above you, your hands tugging against the cuffs in a failed attempt to defend yourself. It was enough to put you on high alert, your eyes widening and your mouth opening, but the hand clamping over your mouth forced you to swallow your scream. It wasn't until a light, familiar laughter reached your ears that you managed to calm down.
"Relax, detka." Natasha's voice was always soothing, soft and gentle. And when she felt your muscles ease underneath her touch, she slowly removed her hand from your mouth. "Hold still." You released a breath as you felt her hands against yours, fondling with the handcuffs briefly before you felt the metal fall away from your wrists. She was quick to pull you to a sitting position. You could hear the striking of a match a split second before her face was illuminated in a small fire settling between the two of you. You immediately sought the brilliant green of her irises, the slight twitch of her lips as she smirked when the two of you made eye contact. You both seemed to get lost in each other, too scared to break the gaze, but it had to be done. The flame was getting dangerously low on the wooden match she was holding between her fingers.
You followed her gaze to look down, spotting a cupcake held on a small, flimsy paper plate in her other hand. She quickly lit the single candle and waved the match out.
"Happy birthday, Y/N," Natasha expressed, smiling widely at you when you looked back at her.
"'Tash, I- Where did you even get a cupcake from?"
"Don't worry about it," she assured you, gesturing towards the candle. "Blow it out and make a wish."
You chewed the inside of your cheek for a moment, looking around the rest of the room that was hidden in the darkness before averting your eyes back down to the candle, a smirk lifting your lips. And when you finally blew out the flickering flame, killing off the only source of light, Natasha chuckled softly, feeling the bed shift under her weight as she leaned closer to you. You were aware of your heart beating in your throat, fear constricting your limbs. "We should get back to bed," you breathed out, too low to even be considered a whisper. "We're going to get in trouble."
She released a soft sigh, her breath faintly fanning over your jaw. She seemed... disappointed. You could see her shadowed form in the dark when she moved, her weight lifting off the bed when she stood up. "Don't you want your present, Y/N?" And though you couldn't make out her features, you could hear the sly smirk she was wearing on her lips. "Come on." There was a voice in the back of your head telling you to stay, but the voice was easily shoved away by how loud your heart was thumping in your ears when you instinctively reached forward, blindly meeting Natasha's hand.
She didn't hesitate to pull you to your feet, gripping your hand tightly as she led you out of the dark room as if she had done this a million times before. She was careful to not draw attention to herself, and the fear that bled through your veins was enough to keep you directly behind her. It wasn't much longer before you made it out into the hall, illuminated by the familiar dim lights, yet it was enough to cause you to squint at the sudden brightness.
When she released your hand, you couldn't stop the slight frown that plagued your lips at the loss of contact. Thankfully, her back was to you, leaving her oblivious to the expression as you followed her down the hall. And you kept silent as she led the way, taking turns seemingly strategically, walking as if she was following a map she had memorized. Yet, you didn't question it. Natasha was always the one bending the rules in the slightest, least noticeable way possible. And she was always the one to get away with it. Now that you were tagging along, you couldn't help but feel nervous. Natasha made you feel a bit less nervous.
"Over here." She waved at you to continue following her, and you hadn't realized you had stopped walking. You continued, accepting the small plate that held the cupcake and watching her jump up to reach for something on the ceiling. You turned to look over your shoulder, eyes scanning the empty area behind you as she laughed in success. "Got it."
You looked back towards her in time to see her pull a string, collapsible stairs falling to the floor and forcing you to step away. You released a breathy laugh, looking at her as she sent you a wink. "How-"
"Don't worry about it," she expressed with a slight chuckle when shook your head, though the small smirk that tugged a corner of your lips didn't go unnoticed by her. "Come on, we don't have much time." Your eyes trailed after her as she walked up the stairs, the wood that seemed like it should creak and bend under her weight, but it was nothing but silence as she disappeared into the attic. Not wanting to be left alone in the hall, you were quick to follow her, but once you made it to the top, her voice could be heard from the darkness, "Make sure you pull the attic up."
You turned to face the stairs, releasing a breath as you quickly looked for a safe space in this dusty area to place the cupcake down. You could feel your shoulders weigh down with pressure as you got down to a knee, balancing the plate in one hand as you reached for the stairs with the other. You could hear Natasha say your name from behind, a slight groan in exertion coming from your lips as you finally managed to pull the stairs up in a rush, climbing to your feet and following Natasha's playful calls.
The attic was lit up by the rays of the moon slipping in through the boarded windows, a feeble attempt to prevent any escape in an area nobody dares to venture. You were curious, wondering if anybody knew about the attic and, if so, how to access it. You wondered how the hell the redhead knew about the gritty location, having made a beeline for it as if she had been here multiple times before.
"'Tash, should we really be up here?" Your voice was low, wanting her to hear you, but not wanting anybody else to be alerted. You were unsure if your voice could be heard through the floor, but you didn't want to take the chance. You rounded the corner, catching her standing in front of a bay window, the only form of escape that wasn't boarded up. You stopped walking when your eyes landed on her, silhouetted by the moonlight. "We really should be in bed. What if D-"
"He won't find us," she assured you, gesturing for you to come. "Besides, we'll only be here for a few minutes. I just want you to see this." You seemed to have been frozen to the ground, forcing her to click her tongue and close the distance between you and her. You watched the cupcake wobble slightly on the plate as she guided you back to the window, climbing to sit on the sketchy wood that formed a seat big enough for the both of you.
You watched Natasha take the plate from your hand, setting it in between you as you stared at her. She sent you a smile, turning her head to look out the window, but you seemed to have been caught in a trance. You admired her, tracing her jawline, her lips, her nose, feeling your breath catching in your throat. You were always memorized by Natasha's beauty, but there was something about the way the light was hitting her right now.
"What do you think?"
"Beautiful." The word left your mouth before you had time to fully process her question, her smile widening as she turned her head back towards you. Having been caught goggling pulled you out of your trance, blinking rapidly as you looked out the window. "Yeah, the- The stars are really... beautiful." You cleared your throat, your cheeks growing hot the longer you could see her stare at you from the corner of your eye.
Silence settled around the two of you like a silk scarf, loose and comfortable. It wasn't until she slightly nudged you with her elbow that you looked away from the night sky, seeing her offer half of the cupcake that you had completely forgotten about. "The big one-eight, huh?" She smirked, pinching a part of the frosting between her thumb and index finger to bring it to her mouth. "Ah, you're still a kid to me."
You rolled your eyes, looking down at the cake in your hand as you scoffed. "You're not that much older than me, 'Tash." You smiled, furrowing your eyebrows slightly with a soft sigh. "This life... Is this who we are now?" You picked your head up, meeting her curious gaze and you could feel your heart rapidly beat against your chest vigorously. "We're graduating soon. And then he'll release us out into the world, but we'll still be under his command."
"Y/N-"
"There's so much we can do," you interrupted, your back straightening as she watched the sparkle in your eye shine brighter than the stars ever could. "We could use our training for good! We can save people, y'know. Be one of those-"
"Heroes."
"Superheroes!" You smiled when she chuckled softly, but you could sense the hidden disappointment behind the laugh when her chin fell to her chest. Your shoulders dropped once more, your lips pursing together to form a thin line as you breathed out slowly. She looked up at you behind her eyelashes, and you shook your head. "They're going to separate us. After we graduate, we're never going to see each other again and I don't want to le-" It was sudden, the way she moved towards you. You didn't really have time to register exactly what had happened until you felt her lips pressing against yours. They were soft and warm, and they ignited a fire in your gut. You wanted more, feeling yourself deepen the kiss as the small cake fell out of your hand.
And just as fast as she was to initiate it, she was quick to break it. You could feel the desire burning your veins when she pulled away, the aching itch to have her lips against yours once again, and the way her eyes watched you carefully, darkened with lust, it caused you to surge forward. Your lips found hers once again, the tips of your fingers hovering above her jaw in hesitation. The passionate craving that was glowing red-hot in your blood only became stronger as the kiss deepened.
You were unsure of what had happened in the next fifteen minutes, the pleasure brought upon you melting your brain, but you could still feel the tingling sensation her touch had left behind throughout your body. And, as your eyes stared up at the ceiling littered with cobwebs and dust, you could feel her gaze trying to penetrate your brain to find out what exactly was playing on your mind.
She was smiling, her arm resting across your chest as her fingers traced your jawline delicately. "Don't you find it a bit odd how there seemed to be a perfect place to do this?" Your voice held a tinge of playfulness, turning your head to find those emerald irises you had fallen for long ago. "A blanket to lay down on, another to cover us. It's like this was... planned."
Her laugh was like wind chimes singing in the breeze, elegant and musical. You wished you could listen to it forever, catching her hand in yours to intertwine your fingers. "It is odd," she agreed, feigning innocence, and you couldn't help but chuckle lightly at her act.
But the happiness slowly faded as reality reentered your mind, a soft breath escaping your throat as you squeezed her hand. Your tongue flicked out to wet your lips, feeling yourself relax deeper into the blanket the longer you looked into her eyes. "'Tash..." She subconsciously moved closer to you as your breath lightly fanned over her face. "Are we too young for this?"
She wanted to make a joke out of the question - No, Y/N, we're both adults now - but she couldn't when she saw the deeper meaning behind the inquiry. "Y/N-"
You decided you didn't want an answer to the question, a slight shake of your head and the water forming in your eyes caused her sentence to die on her tongue. "'Tash..." You cleared your throat, blinking away the tears that threatened years of brutal training. "I love you."
Her breath hitched at your confession, her eyes searching yours as if she were looking for something. You could feel the weight of the world lift off your shoulders when the words left your mouth, a laugh making it's way through your lips as you smiled widely, pressing her palm against your heart. Her mouth parted open, and your chest tightened with anticipation, hoping she'll reciprocate the feeling, but it was way too soon that the excitement building in your body was quickly replaced with dread when you heard a low guffaw from the other side of the attic.
You and Natasha were sitting up in an instant, gripping the blanket to keep your bodies covered and meeting the cold, dangerous eyes of Dreykov as he walked closer to the two of you.

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Natasha could hear the footsteps approaching her, but she chose to ignore the newcomer as she continued swiping the stray dead leaves and fallen twigs off of the unmarked headstone. Her heart was heavy in her chest, her breathing shaky as her chin trembled, and she didn't react to the hand landing on her shoulder as gentle as a feather. She stood up, her lips pursing together tightly as she shook her head.
"You've been coming here often lately." Steve's voice was soft, she had to strain her ears to hear his question.
Natasha's lips lifted up into a small yet sad smile. "It's her birthday this week."
"Who is she?" Steve's hand slid off her shoulder as she sighed. It was hard to shake off the memories at his question, remembering the icy glare from the man as the gun shook in her hand, and the warmth shown on your face as he forced you to your knees didn't make anything better.
"She was the love of my life," she whispered, crossing her arms over her chest. Her shoulders weighed down with a guilt she was incapable of getting rid of for years. Because, while she came to be thirty and only growing older as the days passed on, you would forever be stuck at eighteen.