Black widow x f reader

Romance or rescues

AN- the writing in italics gives a kind of 1st person thought, idk if it's confusing or not.

Some parts may be triggering, I don't know when some parts may be triggers so I haven't labeled all.

Hope you enjoy it, I enjoyed writing it. Love you all cuties 😘

You wake up to the sun beaming through your curtains, you roll over to check the time 6:05, 10 minutes until your alarm goes off. "Ughh" you grunt loudly stretching your arms, you swing your legs to the side of the bed and swiftly stand up, noticing your vision going black around the edge, "shit, too quick." After regaining your vision you stumble over to the coffee machine and place the pod inside. *Ping* A message pops up on your phone from your friend Jen, "Still on for tonight?". You were third wheeling with Jen and her boyfriend Peter and to be honest you weren't thrilled about it, but she had asked you to go so you would, also you had nothing better to do, your social life has become almost nothing after moving to New York, ironic since it was one of the main reasons you moved, at least you had Jen.

You chuck your coffee down your throat and pull on your red and white biker jacket as you leave your apartment you normally rush down these stairs as being an always late person and living in a penthouse apartment in the middle of New York is not the best combination. Today you saunter down them there is no way you could be late to this interview you have plenty of time to kill. You step out of the front door of your apartment block and breathe in the spring air letting the dappled light fall onto your face. You shove your hands into your pockets as the air is not quite as warm you were expecting, come on it's early march what were you expecting? You make a swift right turn and make it into Starbucks, squeezing past the infinite amount of people in line you grab a bacon sandwich and consider a coffee number 2 but decide against it, about 5 minutes later you walk out and pop your sandwich into your bag for later.

You make it into the lobby of Stark towers half an hour early so you sat down and flicked through the pages of a magazine until they called your name.
"Y/N  Y/L/N"
You stand up and follow a plump, round man into an interview room.
"Take a seat" He says pulling out a chair for you. "Now, what job are you applying for here?"
"I'd like to be a Shield technology agent." You answer confidently, "I've working with computers my whole life, I'd say I'm pretty experienced."
"Glad to hear it Y/N" "I'm going to ask you a few questions."
"Of course, it's an interview," You respond with a smile.

About an hour later your done, you stand up, "I'm Happy by the way, Happy Hogan." The man says whilst shaking your hand.
"Pleasure to meet you Happy,"
"The pleasures all mine."
You walk out the room beaming, certain that you got the job, it couldn't have gone any smoother. Your smile drops and is replaced with an awe-struck expression as three avengers walk out of the tower: A tall, hunky guy, a much smaller guy in comparison with spiked hair and finally your gaze stops on a gorgeous red head. You blink and they're gone. "Damn," you exhale softly, "I'm gonna work for them." You think to yourself. You stroll out the exit with a bounce in your step, this is the first day you've felt like yourself in a long time, you sit on a bench overlooking the Hudson and pull out your well deserved bacon sandwich, you sit peacefully listening to the giggles of playing children and the chattering of the little birds. "This is a good day."

After finishing up your sandwich you walk back to your apartment it takes you double the time it took you that on the way this morning as you took many different "short" cuts which just ended up adding another 5 minutes on each time, you didn't mind though the fresh air was nice. Finally you stepped through your door and tidied up the plates you didn't get to tidy up from last nights Chinese. You put on some music and danced around your apartment nearly knocking into your beloved baby cheese plant 'Rick', after about 20 minutes of tidying the house/dancing you decided you'd had enough so instead flopped on the couch and popped on the television and started to rewatch your favourite series "Greys anatomy". In no time 6 O'Clock comes round and you decide now would be an acceptable time to start getting ready you have a shower and lay out a nice deep blue dress on your bed. It takes the best part of an hour to dry and straighten your thick hair "I swear to god i'll chop it off one day," you threaten. Pulling up your dress you realise it may fit slightly more snugly than the last time you wore it, oh well. You match some stilettos with it and slip your phone and wallet into your handbag. You walk out the door for the second time today, impressed with yourself it's the little achievements that count, and flag down a cab. It's a half hour ride to the restaurant on the best of days let alone crawling through traffic at 8 Pm, you take out your phone and let Jen know that you might be running a bit late. You check the time and correct the message to "will" as you are already 5 minutes late.

You pay the driver and walk the last few blocks as it's probably quicker, you make it to the restaurant in decent timing considering your circumstances and apologise to both Jen and Peter for holding them up, you quickly order a salad and burger trying not to stall the evening any further. You inform Jen on how well your interview went and chat small talk with Peter, him and Jen had only been on a few dates so you didn't know him very well. Your burger arrives along with the others mains but you have to chase up on your salad. The dinner went fast and was surprisingly a very nice night out, at about 10:30 you all leave the restaurant, Jen lives the other side of town to you so Peter offers to drive her home as you take the other direction. you walk down the main street and stick to the lit pathways, you check to cross the road and just as you take a step a car zooms past. "Asshole!" You shout after it, and carry on crossing. You hear a rustling and whip your head round suddenly everything is pitch black, you have a bag over your head. Your breathing quickens "No, not again, not again." You mutter you try to scream but it comes out too muffled for anyone to hear, you squeeze your eyes shut. "Okay, okay, calm down, think. You can control this." You imagine your capturer letting go of you, simple steps, you haven't done this in a while. "Come on, you CAN control it." You feel a sharp kick to your side and they release you. A sharp kick to you means a sharp kick to them you hear your capturer grunt at the impact you imagine. More, a punch to the nose. Another grunt, you feel blood dripping from your nose. But he soon regains his hold on you, you shut your eyes tight and hear more grunting on the floor, you are not being hurt though. Bewildered you open your eyes and reach up to pull the bag off your head. You see a man on the floor defeated, a red head beside him relentlessly kicking his side. She turned around looked at you with hard, stoney eyes and picked you up and carried you down the street. Your eyes start to close as the gentle sway of her footsteps relaxes you, you are safe.