Nat x Wanda x Yelena One Shots

Dancing in the kitchen - n.r.

[Reader...]

Natasha had just gotten home from a very big mission a day ago, she's still recovering with bruises littered over her body and bags under her eyes.

I helped her shower the first night, allowing her to rid herself of all the dirt that managed to stick to her skin, while sending her suit out to be dry cleaned. Once her shower was done i had gotten her into bed allowing her to show her soft side as she cuddled into me.

Once she had fallen asleep i had made sure she was nice and warm, knowing she got very cold easily. I turned on the heater in our room before piling blankets on top of her before leaving the room.

When i cook, i usually take hours to make one meal. I love to take my time to cook everything to perfection, by the end my feet usually are tired and in pain, but i wanted her to be fed. I grabbed my ingredients chopping up my vegetables as i started to slowly cook. I didn't even notice a tired Natasha coming down the stairs in the middle of my dancing to bachata music. I turn around continuing to sway my hips before jumping in fright as i seen her standing there with a tired amused look on her face. One eye shut trying to block out the bright lights, her face scrunched up as she had a faint smirk on her face.

"Hi love" her raspy voice said.

"You are supposed to be in bed." I sigh going over to the heater in the kitchen turning it on for her so she wouldn't be so cold.

"You weren't there, so i didn't want to be there." She said stubbornly, i roll my eyes picking her up and setting her on the counter.

"Stay." I tell her amused as i continued to dance and chopping up the vegetables. Romeo Santos and Prince Royce blasting through the speakers as i swayed my hips back and forth putting veggies into the pot stirring them around. My back turned to Nat as she watched me cook and dance... until she decided to hop off the counter grab my hips and guide them to dance with her.

I followed the movement her hands guided me in like they were talking to me, obeying every order they demanded.

She turned me around, her face close to mine, our fronts against each other as she and i moved together, one hand on my butt helping to guide me against her even further as we danced to the rhythm and voice of Romeo Santos.

Natasha always wanted me to learn how to dance, i was never put into dance classes nor did my parents pay enough attention enough to teach me. I ended up horribly teaching myself enough to know not to be stiff and allow the music to guide me.

When Natasha learned i did not know how to dance well, she decided it was her duty to teach me. Every night before we went to bed she would put on music and show me. It was her body pressed against mine, so what did i have to complain about?

That was seven years ago, we're going on eight very soon.

I never knew someone could make me so happy.

The song had changed twice now as i was in my thoughts, we were now slow dancing, my hand in hers, one hand wrapped around her bicep resting on her shoulder blade as hers rested on the small of my back. Just between my lower back and butt.

"What are you thinking about mi bebe?" I snap out of my thoughts to look at her.

"Just.. us. How happy i am." I smile at her, the food was simmering as Natasha had put the temperature down to low so it wouldn't burn.

When i met Natasha, her depression was horrible. She believed it would never get better, being we were in a long distance relationship for a while— there was hardly anything i could do to help her.

Her depression is now manageable, making a promise to be honest with each other when our minds tried to take over was the important part of it all. So many couples lose the love of their lives because they weren't honest when thoughts would arise, resulting in... something i would rather not say or think about.

It scares me to think about Natasha keeping it a secret, and her thoughts consuming her only for her to take the way out that would not only kill her... but me as well.

"You're happy, yes? Be honest, give me a color." I ask her to use our color system, it helped a lot. Especially at the start of when she began being honest about her depression.

White is for peaceful, Yellow is for happy, grey was for low, pitch black is for very suicidal, dark grey is for wanting to hurt yourself but not suicidal, and blue is for sad but not low.

It helped to bring things out we couldn't or didn't want to say out loud, and how we could help.

"Colors, huh? White... and yellow." She said with a smile giving a kiss to my cheek. "Your turn."

"White and yellow." I sigh.

I laid my head on her shoulder content. Nothing could bother us, not even an alien invasion. Not even Tony making a sexual remark. Nothing in the world. It was just us in that moment.

Oh.. and we also have one more color.

Red.. for when we were h—

"Baby, you ready to eat?" Natasha asked snapping me out of my thoughts once again. I smile and nod. Her serving us a plate as i set the table for just us two.

My life is perfect. In harmony.

I can't even remember what i was telling you all before. Something about colors? It's gone now.

But my life is complete. Peaceful, and happy.

How i always imagined it.