Natasha Romanoff One-Shots

Chapter 1: Mission Impossible

A/N: This was a request I received from @marmikaelson on Tumblr.  Let me know what you think!  Enjoy!

"Tell me again what exactly you're doing on this mission?" Y/N asked as Natasha carefully folded her black evening gown and placed it into her duffel bag. He sat on the bed next to the open bag and examined its contents: that stunning black dress, a pair of black stilettos, her black handbag, her makeup bag...not things she typically brought out to the field.

"I'm headed to the Stark Industries Gala for renowned entrepreneurs. Tony's invited someone who has intel critical to SHIELD's assault on the rising black market vibranium trade. My job is to get in there, get the intel, and bring it back to SHIELD before anyone realizes what's happened," she explained as she opened her gun safe and pulled out her set of 9mm pistols, checking to make sure each one wasn't loaded before throwing them in the bag. "I've done stuff like this before, it's not that hard. Get dressed up, go schmooze some sleazy dirtbag, get a few drinks in him and BAM! Intel is mine."

He felt a sense of unease as the words rolled off her tongue. The thought of her sweet talking another man made him feel insecure. Logically he knew that his girlfriend was loyal to him and him alone, but emotionally he couldn't help but fear the worst. What if something did happen between Natasha and this rich scumbag?

Natasha sensed his trepidation as he sat staring at her opened bag. She sighed as she walked around the bed to sit next to him, taking his hand in hers. "Look," she said, squeezing his hand. "This means absolutely nothing to me, you know that. It's all part of the job. I don't like it any more than you do. But I know how to get what I want and that's why Fury put me on this. I mean, how else do you explain us?" she joked.

"Nick Fury is the reason we're dating?" he asked.

"You know what I mean," she laughed as she placed her free hand atop your clasped ones. "I love you, Y/N. Nothing I ever do on a mission will change that." She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I know," he sighed, tilting his head to rest it on hers. "I trust you, Nat. But I still worry."

"I'll be fine. You'll wake up tomorrow morning and I'll be in bed with you. Then I can try my sweet talking on you...see how well it works," she chuckled.

Y/N lifted his head up as he turned to look at her. "Please be careful, Nat. Don't do anything stupid," he pleaded.

"I'll do my best." She leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Natasha, I'm serious," Y/N whined.

"Baby, relax. I'm kidding," she stood up and walked over to her dresser to grab her earpiece. "Don't work yourself up." She turned and found Y/N standing in front of her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her flush against his body.

"I love you," he whispered as he gazed into her eyes.

"I love you too, my little worry wort." She wrapped her arms around his neck as she leaned in to kiss him. Leaving was always the hardest part. It's the reason they preferred being assigned to missions together. But Nick Fury had made this a solo mission for Natasha.

"Come back safe to me, okay?" Y/N nuzzled his face in her neck as he pulled away from the case, embracing her in a tight hug.

"I can't come back if you don't let me go," she said, struggling against his strong grip.

"That's my plan," he smiled. She playfully smacked his chest.

"I've gotta go. I'll see you in the morning." Natasha threw the earpiece in her bag, zipped it up, and headed for the door.