Marvel Imagines

Natasha- Study

You burry your head behind a book and sip quietly on your coffee. It's a Friday night and what are you doing? Hiding in your favorite cafe away from the harsh weather.

Just when you look up, the door chimes open and a red headed women steps in. A light blush flames across your cheeks when she meets your eyes, a small smirk on her lips.

Deciding you don't have the nerve to talk to her, your gaze drops down to your book. Your eyebrows shoot up when the red head is in front of your table, smiling lightly.

"Hey, I'm Natasha." She says politely, motioning to the seat. "Can I sit?"

Nodding, you close your book and focus on her. "I'm (Y/n). It's nice to meet you, Natasha."

She extends her arm over the table, which you place your hand in hers. She gives your hand a quick squeeze before leaning back in her seat. "So, (Y/n), come here often?"

"Yeah, this is kind of like my safe haven." You answer sheepishly, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.

"Oh hey, you're studying Russian?" She asks all of a sudden, her eyes lighting up with interest.

You pick up your book and nod. "Yeah, I've been learning since Freshman year."

She grins. "Well I'm originally from Russia, so I could give you a few pointers?"

"Yeah, that'd be great!" You answer eagerly.

Her phone buzzes in her pocket, making her frown slightly. "I've gotta go, but I'll give you my phone number so we can get together sometime?"

You watch as she pulls out a pen and neatly writes her number on a napkin, then slides it over to you.

"Call me when you're ready for out study date." She winks, standing and breezing out of the door.

You sit back in your chair, completely shocked. How'd you manage to catch the attention of someone so perfect?