Marvel Imagines (Requests: ON HOLD)

Natasha Romanoff - The Haunted House

Being a superhero was tough.

Sometimes you need a day off to rewind and calm down after saving the world's ass half a dozen times. Thankfully, today was one of those days.

You were with your team and it was nearing Halloween so naturally the haunted house was the first stop. It took a lot of convincing but some people caved quickly after you berated them for several hours.

"This is gonna be great!" You exclaimed, practically skipping towards the entrance.

The others, who were walking behind you, shared a look.

"Did somebody give (y/n) sugar?" Clint asked.

"Why would we?" Natasha asked in turn. "We all know what happened last time."

"Yeah, she tried to summon a demon in my tower." Tony grumbled.

"She tried to what?" Thor questioned.

"It looked like someone sacrificed a jam donut." He sighed. "Look, do we have to do this? I have stuff to do."

Natasha scoffed. "Stark, flirting with yourself doesn't count as 'stuff'."

"Hey, we all need an ego boost now and then."

"You don't." Bruce muttered.

"Just do it for (y/n)." Steve said.

At the mention of your name, everyone looked over. You were staring at the turnstiles that led into the haunted house experience.

"What's she doing?" Bruce frowned.

"She doesn't like turnstiles. She'll jump it in a minute." Natasha said.

The guys looked at each other. They found it odd how they barely knew anything about you while Natasha knew almost everything. They assumed it to be the whole spy thing but the two of you spent everyday together. It was getting suspicious.

And, true enough, they all watched as you vaulted over the contraption. You turned around to look at it and flipped it off before beckoning everyone else over.

"So strange." Tony muttered, shaking his head.

When everyone was finally inside, you got more and more excited. You'd always liked horror. It was weird because it scared the hell out of you  and yet that was precisely why you loved it so much. The aura of this place was fantastic.

A low mist hung in the air, electronic candles flickered on the walls, and an orange light illuminated all the shadows. The cliché horror decorations were everywhere, such as coffins and skeletons and hanging creepy crawlies. It was all cheesy but that was what made it so cool in your books.

"Let's split up!" You suggested, looking at the three different dark hallways that led off.

Clint gave you a look. "Isn't that the one thing you're never meant to do?"

"Yep."

"So why are we doing it?"

"Because I said so, Egil."

You had already taken off, dragging Natasha with you. Thor then split off with Bruce, leaving Clint, Tony, and Steve together.

Clint stared, confused. "Who the hell is Egil?"

-

The house was brilliant.

Although the group mostly stuck to the partners they were with, you all occasionally crossed paths within the mansion-like setting. Already you'd seen Thor attempting to fight the 'ghosts' and Steve walking into a few mirrors within the mirror maze.

You and Natasha were now going down what was called 'The Dead Doorways'. It was a long hallway filled with doors that led to tiny rooms themed about... Well... Death.

You'd already found a room decorated in blood, one in fake guts, one with plastic limbs, and one with a particularly gruesome crime scene. The last room, however, made you confused.

"I don't get it." You said.

"It's definitely a change of pace." Natasha agreed, looking at the seemingly empty room.

It was small, the floor wooden and the walls painted black. But you couldn't see much else because it was so dark. The only thing you could feel was your heart thumping in your chest. It felt strange.

Then you heard the hardwood floor creak again and all of a sudden a dozen skeletons dropped from the ceiling, scaring the living hell out of you.

"Jesus lord alive!" You shrieked, jumping back.

Natasha didn't even flinch as you crashed into her and instead held you steady.

"You're a little jumpy." She mused.

Your eyes were wide as you stared at the bodies. "There needs to be a warning sign or something on that door, I swear to God."

"I think that defeats the purpose of a haunted house, (l/n)."

"Whatever."

You pouted and slowly regained your composure. You left the room immediately and now you were on edge. The hallway seemed far more daunting than before.

"Are you scared?" Natasha smirked.

"No." You stood straighter. "Just wasn't expecting that one."

"If you get scared you can hold my hand."

You slowly turned to look at her, suddenly feeling much better. "Oh, I'm definitely scared now. Like... Terrified."

She gave you a knowing look and offered her hand which you immediately accepted.

"Thank you." You mumbled shyly.

She smiled at you and led the way.

"Are you my protector now?" You asked.

Natasha raised a brow. "Do you want me to be?"

"Well I'd feel so much safer."

"If that's the case..." She pulled you closer and it made your cheeks heat up. "Stay close."

-

It was time for more daunting corner surprises. This time it was a space filled with coffins and sarcophagi. You were still holding onto Natasha's hand and loving every second of it.

As your footsteps echoed in the room, you felt a sense of unease. But, despite this, you did truly feel safer with Natasha being close. You thought you were all good when suddenly the last coffin of the room swung open and someone came out yelling and waving their arms.

You let out a very high-pitched scream and reacted with your fist, punching whoever it was in the nose.

A loud 'oof' sounded and the guy - who turned out to be Tony - stumbled back into the coffin with a slightly bloody nose and a very offended expression.

"(Y/n)!" He yelled.

You held your fist against your chest with wide eyes. "Tony?!"

"What the hell was that?!"

"Why would you jump out at someone like that in a haunted house?!"

"It was fun!"

"Tell that to your nose!"

As the two of you argued, Natasha was just trying not to smile. "Hit him again."