Natasha Romanoff One-Shots

Chapter 4: Two Sides 🍋

A/N: This was a request from @JGMG10. Enjoy!

There's a difference between the Natasha Romanoff the world knows and the Natasha Romanoff you know.  To the world she was the Black Widow, a cold, deadly assassin who kept most people at arm's length.  Anyone who knew her saw a woman who was closed off and unavailable to any sort of intimate relationship.  Her standoffishness added to the mystery that surrounded her.  Beneath the hardened exterior was a core of absolute fluff.  Contrary to popular belief, Natasha was a total softie.  She adored the idea of being taken care of.  She kept her walls up around the rest of the Avengers, but occasionally she'd slip up, her warmth cracking through her otherwise sturdy facade.  These chance appearances drew you to her.  You weren't sure what you caught a glimpse of the first time you really saw her, but you were instantly hooked.  You craved this softer side of Natasha, yearning for her to open up to you.

It took a while, but with a little coaxing and reassurance you began to chip away at her.  You watched the remnants of her days in the Red Room melt away as she grew to trust you.  She became a completely different person when it was just the two of you in private.  The first time you really saw her smile your knees just about gave out.  And the first time she let you kiss her you thought your heart would burst.  You were her safe space, the one person she could truly be herself around

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Natasha slammed the door shut as she stormed into your apartment, mumbling to herself as she threw a stack of manilla folders on the table in frustration.

"Everything okay?" you asked, looking up from your laptop. 

"No," she huffed.  "Tony's an asshole."

"What else is new?" you chuckled.

"I'm serious, Y/N!" She paced around the living room furiously, the anger bubbling up inside her.  "I can't believe he'd be so-"

"Babe, it's Tony, alright?  You and I both know how he is." You didn't take your eyes off your girlfriend as she tried to walk a hole in the floor.  "Just calm down."

"Don't you tell me to calm down!  Do you know what he did?!"

You sighed, closing your computer and shoving it off your lap.  "Natasha," you coaxed, patting your lap.  "Come here."  You knew she wouldn't be able to resist the chance to be taken care of.

Natasha's frown started to melt into a soft smile as she walked over to you.  The fact that you were the only one in the world who could elicit this side of her made your heart swell with pride.  All you wanted was to make her feel better and you would do whatever it took to get her there.

She sat on your lap, her knees digging into the couch as you wrapped your arms around her, your hands gripping her lower back as you gazed up into her shining green eyes.  She stared back, her cold eyes softening as you managed to draw their warmth from within.  "Hey baby, you can relax, okay?  Let me take care of you," you whispered, tightening your grip on her back and pulling her close.

"Okay," she murmured, a grin spreading over her face as her brain switched off.  She was absolutely yours, melting like putty in your hands.  Natasha always needed to be in control.  It was one of the scars from her days in the Red Room.  She'd been stripped of her autonomy at such a young age and spent every day of her adult life overcompensating for it.  That need melted when she was around you.

Grinning, you leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on her lips.  She smiled against your lips, reaching up to clasp her hands around the back of your neck.  You felt her relax into you as you rubbed her back.  The gesture was simple but the effect it had on her was powerful.  Your touch signaled that it was safe for her to be vulnerable.