Professionally unprofessional (Natasha x reader x Wanda)

Chapter 8:

It doesn't take me long till I reach Natasha's office and knock on the door. "Come in." I soon hear her yell.

"Here are the files you asked for, Miss Romanoff." I say as I set them on her table.

"Thank you." She says and starts looking them over right away. Which I find weird because I noticed she had already signed them...

I stand there in silence for a little, not really knowing what to do. "Is there something else I can do for you?" I ask, making her look up at me. She slowly looks me up and down, making me feel slightly nervous.

"Is there something else?"

"Actually, there is." She says and points me to sit down.

Her eyes. They're so green and sparkling. It's almost impossible to look away. Yet I do. I look down at her perfect lips. I can't help myself, I feel gravity pulling me closer to her. 

"Come over for dinner, Y/N." She says sweetly. The way my name leaves her lips makes my heart melt. How does she have this effect on me already?

"I- uh, okay." I say, giving in. This is not a good idea. I just find it so hard to say no to her.

"Do I make you nervous, sweetheart?" She asks and steps back, giving me space to breathe.

"Maybe a little." I say as I rub the back of my neck. My admission makes her smirk ever so slightly.

"Weren't you supposed to go somewhere?" She teases as she watches me frozen in place.

"Y/N?" Natasha says irritatedly with a snap.

"What did you say?" I ask, obviously embarrassed... by both losing focus and my daydreaming.

"I know I told you you didn't have to work today, but there's way more paperwork than I originally thought." She says and stretches her neck quickly.

"Of course, I'll help. Just tell me what to do." I say with a sweet smile. She doesn't return the smile, just waves her hand to tell me to take a seat since I didn't do so when she first told me to.

We start going through different kinds of documents and contracts, exchanging a few words here and there. It doesn't feel as awkward as usual. Now there's a different kind of tention. One I can't quite explain.

***

After multiple hours of paperwork, my stomach decides to embarrass me further and makes a weird noise.

"Are you hungry?" Natasha asks, trying to hide her smirk.

"Yes," I say, looking down to hide my light blush.

"Take a lunch break then." She says and keeps on doing her work.

"Are you not hungry?" I ask, making her stop her movements completely.

"Are you asking me out for lunch?" She teases as she looks up at me with a smirk.

"What? No. I was just wondering." I say nervously.

"Right." She says, her smirk widening. "As a matter of fact, I am hungry." She states as she piles up all of the papers from the table.

I gulp, a bit stunned as I stand up. She soon gets up as well and starts walking towards the door. I quickly rush after her, not knowing where were going.

Once we go outside, I notice her driver already waiting for us. "Can you drive?" I tease with a small chuckle.

"I can. But why would I if I can just have someone do it for me?" She says smuggish as she gets in the car. "Just get in." She commands from inside the vehicle.

***

We soon arrive at some diner. We get out of the car and walk up to the door.

"Ladies first," I say as I open the door for her, making her chuckle. I shake my head at my weird behaviour and we both go in.

"Natasha, fancy seeing you here." A familiar voice says, slowly coming closer. "Mm, Y/N. How have you been?" I turn around to see the voice belongs to Steve.

"Oh, hi. I've been good." I say and hug him quickly.

"You two know each other?" Natasha wonders as she looks between the two of us.

"We met after work and talked shit about our boss." Steve jokes with a chuckle. It doesn't have the same reaction to me. Just makes me nervous.

"Language." The woman in question says, making me frown in confusion.

"I'm never gonna live that down, am I?" Steve sighs and drops his head slightly.

To that, Natasha shrugs with a small smirk.

"Anyway." Steve starts, desperately wanting to change the topic. "May I join you two for lunch?"

"Of course, you can." I say, making Natasha look at me quickly and frown slightly. Even more weird behaviour from her, great.

***

Lunch went by quickly. It wasn't what I expected but honestly, Steve joining us changed the entire atmosphere. First of all, they're old friends so I had no idea what they were talking about half the time. However, that also showed me a new side of Natasha. A side I didn't think I'd ever see.

Second of all, Steve clearly has a fat crush on Natasha. He's so obvious. With how his body is facing her even when talking to me and how his face lights up when they make eye contact or when she laughs. I can't blame him, she's gorgeous. It just... irritates me?

***

"You know he likes you, right?" I say as me and Natasha walk to her car after saying our goodbyes to Steve.

"Rogers?" She asks with slightly raised brows. "Jealous?" She asks with her usual smirk.

As a matter of fact, I do feel a bit of jealousy. But it's not like I'd ever tell her. "Of course not, just making sure you're not leading the poor guy on." I sigh and make up an excuse.

"He knows the feelings aren't reciprocated." She states with a shrug and gets in the car.

I hum at her reply and get in the car as well. What is that supposed to mean?

"Where to, miss Romanoff?" Stanfour asks from the driver's seat.

"Miss Vetrov's apartment." She replies as she looks at me yawning.

"My... apartment?" I ask confused.

"You're clearly tired and I can handle the rest of the paperwork." She says as she pulls out her phone from her purse.

"You sure?" I ask to see if I heard her right.

"Are you doubting my abilities, Vetrov?" She asks with a raised brow. 

"What? No- I- I just- I don't mind helping." I stutter, trying to find the right words. God, she makes me nervous. My stuttering state makes her giggle devilishly but otherwise, she stays silent. She gets too much of a kick out of humiliating and teasing me.

The rest of the ride is silent. Natasha doesn't even say anything after Stanfour parks the car in front of my apartment building. Her behavior has been changing so much today...

I get out of the car and thank them both. Only Stanfour replies with a nod and an 'Of course, Miss'. I sigh as I walk up the stairs to my floor.

Like always, I struggle with my keys for a moment before managing to open the door. I set my stuff on the floor and let myself fall onto the couch.

"What is my life?" I say to myself as I stare at the ceiling.

BUZZ BUZZ

A/N: I am so sorry for the extremely late update. A lot has been happening. Currently, I'm sick so I'm doing a bit of writing to pass the time.