Black widow x f reader

Coffee shops

TW-Mentions of rape

"You're really only taking a cheese plant and a guitar, that's it?"
"And a washing basket." You correct Natasha who is helping you with the especially hard task of furniture moving.
"Anyway, you can't talk you have nothing in your room."
"Yeah because I came from nothing." She scoffs.
"What do you mean?"
"I was brought up in a mission, I was taken from my real parents and my other parents were just for show they took care of me and Yelena because they were undercover. My childhood was fake." "Then, they took me away again or rather they gave me away, to the red room-"
"Wait, the red room?" You stop her astonished at her words.
"Yes why?"
"I was cycled through the red room." You say your eyes suddenly going dark remembering the hell that you got out through.
"How old were you?" She asks visibly fighting back tears.
"15." You answered her frowning. "You?"
"4." She says, no more emotion in her voice, you inhale sharply at her shocking answer and pull her in tight. She just stands there arms dangling, eyes glazed, numb.

The minute you both enter your new room you flop onto the bed, Natasha having now regained some more spirit in her.
"So," "why were you put there?" She asks you clearly carrying on the conversation. You hesitate before answering her,
"They died." "In a helicopter crash."
She laughs and you give her a look,
"I'm sorry. It's just so ironic how messed up we both are, you're parents died my parents weren't real, you were tortured in the red room, I was tortured in the red room." She lists and you laugh with her agreeing with the irony of it.
"I bet you've had a lot of people die too,"
"Yep." You respond sighing at how many things you have in common.
"Parents, sister, baby. You name it."
"Baby?" She asks sitting up,
"You still have a uterus?"
"Nope." You say your eyes flicking to the floor, knowing the story you're about to retell.
"How did you have a baby if the red room sterilised you?"
"I had him before. Before I went into the red room. And then they killed him." You clear up.
"Before you were 15?" She asks. You nod, eyes still fixed to the floor.

"Two years after my parents died, when I was 12, me and my sister were kidnapped. I was-" You swallow hard and don't finish your sentence. Nat scoots over to you and puts her arm around you. You look up at her and find her wearing the same teary look as you.
"I ran away, I escaped. But my sister. She's been there for eight years, three years ago the police gave up looking for her, I told them where I was but once the kidnappers found that I'd escaped they must've moved. They declared her dead."  You spit out, tears now streaming down both your cheeks, you lean into each other and sit there for a while.
"I escaped the red room and left my sister behind." She confesses.
"You escaped?" "I thought that was impossible."
"Not quite impossible." "How did you get out?"
"I was on a mission and I got beat up so bad that I was rushed to hospital, I had to get brain surgery and I guess they accidentally altered something to do with the part of my brain that was being controlled."

"We should get food," you say after about fifteen minutes of sitting in silence.
"Good plan." Nat agrees and you both walk out of the building completely blocking out the conversation you had both just had.
"I have a good place," You tell her leading the way to the coffee shop you used to stop at every morning. You sit down with her at a two seater table by the window and look through the menu.
"Oh my God!" You exclaim.
"What?!" Nat asks worried.
"They brought back my favourite pancakes!"
She laughs at you, shoving your shoulder for making her worry.
"I must say the salmon on toast is VERY good."
"I'll go for that then." She says calling a waiter over.
"Hi, could I have one salmon, avocado and scrambled eggs on toast please and a classic American pancake stack please."
"Of course ma'am."
"That is what you wanted right?" She double checks.
"Yes," you blush having no idea why.

It takes a while for your food to come but time always goes quickly when you're with Nat just her presence makes everything at least a little bit better. When your food does come you suddenly realise how unattractive you look trying to fit half a pancake in your mouth but you both burst out laughing at the sight, nearly causing you to choke, thankfully only nearly otherwise you might have gotten your fancy new 'avenger' title taken away from you already.

"You know I still can't believe it." You tell Nat.
"Believe what?"
"That you made me an avenger." "I mean I went from living the craziest most tragic life to becoming a computer repair person in some shop that got one customer a day, to working for shield and then two weeks later I became an avenger." "Crazy."
"You deserve it." Natasha mumbles putting her hand in front of her mouth, speaking with a mouthful of eggs and toast.
"I hope so."
"Oh please, you're making me look useless." She smirks at you, her way of telling you how great she thinks you are.
"You finished?" She asks sarcastically seeing your sparkling clean plate.
"Nearly," you respond dragging your finger across your plate and licking it.
"Ugh, you are disgusting." She says making a face at you. You just sit there with a smug face waiting for a waiter to come by for you to ask for the check.
"Thanks," you say when the waiter comes bringing the check grabbing your credit card from out of your purse.
"Ah." Natasha stops you pushing your hand away also pulling out her credit card.
"Hey! I'm paying." You argue with her, but she just gives you a stern look.
"Yeah yeah, two can play that game." You stare directly into her eyes and quickly grab the small metal dish that holds the check on and place your card onto it, you hold onto it and don't let go.
"Bitch." She says as you tap your card against the machine.

On your way back you stop off at the shop and eat some cupcakes, pot noodles and white wine for your proposed movie night. You planned that you would binge watch all three 'Lord of the rings' movies tonight as a celebration of becoming an avenger? Moving into the tower? Who knows. Just a celebration. At 5pm you both snuggle down into your bed and start watching the first movie, you worked out that if you start now you can finish all of them by 1am. At the end you're in tears although you're not an overly emotional person in the real world, in films you'd cry at anything. Nat laughs at you and rubs your back to make you feel better.
"You know what would really make me feel better?" You ask Nat who is already grinning knowing where this is going.
"A pot noodle." You say pouting.
"I'm not doing it for you hun." "So if you don't come with me you won't be getting any."  With this threat you leap out of bed and rush up to the lounge, pot noodle in hand. You stick it in the microwave and give it a stir.
"Mmmm." "If they don't have this in heaven I don't want it."