One shots | N.Romanoff x Fem Reader

Budapest - N.R

'Budapest'

Nat holds onto Y/n's hand when they're in a crowd to make sure she doesn't get lost, but neither of them let go.

"Y/n, stay close. I don't want to lose you." Natasha orders as she leads me through the crowd.
"I'm fine, I'm not a child." I defend. I start losing sight of her as we continue through the large crowd which causes me to panic slightly. "Natasha?" I call out to her. My hand is quickly entwined in another, this is it, I'm going to get kidnapped.
"What did I say, Y/n? Stay close." She repeats as I realise the hand I'm holding belongs to her.

We're in Budapest on a mission and we've been out all day every day for the last few days in search of any of the guys we're looking for. Today is a Saturday so the streets are especially busy which isn't so good for me. I get lost easily, especially in big crowds like this and I've been warned by Natasha many times to keep close to her so that I don't get lost.

"Is it your side mission to always be such a pain in my ass?" The redhead asks with a scoff as she drags me through the last of the crowd.
"It wasn't on purpose." I huff like an annoyed child who's just been told off, which isn't far off of the truth.

Natasha and I have never gotten on overly well. She decided that she was too good to be my friend when we found out we were going to be on this mission together. I've tried not to be annoyed by the situation, but the girl didn't even give me a chance before she decided we weren't compatible friends.

"Keep up." Natasha huffs as she continues to drag me through the streets. I realise it's no longer that busy anymore before realising that me and Natasha's hands were still entwined.
"Nat." I murmur, looking down at our hands, my face becoming slightly red.

Natasha Romanoff is a Russian goddess. To say I'm not sexually intimidated by her would be the biggest lie of my life. So having my hand in hers when it's not necessary is terrifying to say the least.

"It's Natasha to you." Natasha replies before she notices where I'm looking, quickly pulling her hand from mine, her face twisting into a look that can only be described as utter disgust. Rude, I'm not that bad.
"Right." I murmur.
"It's getting late. We're not ready to fight them so we're going back to the safe house." She explains the routine that we've followed the past few days. It's getting really boring.
"Are we sure they're even here?" I huff as I follow the redhead back to the safe house.
"Yes, stop being so impatient." She replies as we walk.
"Slow down." I grumble as the woman walks, overtaking me slightly.
"No, I want to get back. Keep up." She murmurs.

Natasha might be a goddess but she is so god damn annoying. She's stubborn and cocky, she thinks everyone worships the ground she walks on. Which might be the case for me but that's because I have issues, not because I find her so insanely hot. Kind of.

"We might not be ready for the fight, but the fight's ready for us." I huff as I look ahead, the three men we've spent the last few days searching for emerge from the alleyways around us.
"Crap." Natasha sighs as she assesses the situation surrounding us. "If you had just walked faster we wouldn't be in this situation that we're not ready for." She scoffs, reaching for her gun.

I reach for my gun which is tucked in my waistband, or so I thought. It must have slipped out when we were in the crowd. Here goes any respect Natasha had for me.

"Natasha, I don't have my gun." I murmur.
"Oh for god sake. How stupid can one agent be?" Natasha scoffs, handing me her gun as she reaches for her knives. "Don't lose that one." She comments snarkily.

The fight ensues how you'd assume it would since neither of us prepared for it, both extremely tired and definitely outnumbered. Obviously we didn't lose the fight, we're S.H.I.E.L.D agents, not amateurs, though I think Natasha would beg to differ when it comes to me, but we both succumbed to some serious injuries.

It takes us about an hour to get back to the safe house. S.H.I.E.L.D have taken the three men and we're left here for the night to make our way back tomorrow.

"They couldn't even give us a medic?" I grumble as I assess my injuries in the mirror.
"You can't depend on others. You're weak." Natasha scoffs as she tends to her own.
"Do you have a problem with me or something?" I ask as I turn to the woman.
"Yes, actually. You're childish, you're rash, you're clumsy and you're always losing something. You don't have any patience and it's so obvious as to what your feelings are at any given time!" She yells. As she's yelling she slowly starts getting closer to me, cornering me in the bathroom where we're trying to patch ourselves up.
"Jesus, you really are a bitch." I scoff as I shove past.
"Don't you dare call me that!" She exclaims, grabbing my arm as I almost make it out of the bathroom.
"Why not?" I yell back, having finally lost my temper at the woman.

I look up to the redhead woman, her harsh gaze bearing down on me. Our eyes connect, and we're just there staring at each other for a long moment. As much as I hate to admit it, I can feel my cheeks flush red.

"God, learn to control your feelings." Natasha mumbles before she lets me go, turning to leave the bathroom before quickly reentering and pushing me up against the wall, connecting our lips in one quick movement. The heat escalates, deepend by Natasha who pulls me into her by my lower back. Not breaking from the kiss, she leads me out of the bathroom and into her room, backing me onto the bed before I let out a grunt from the pain. Way to ruin the best moment of my life. "Are you okay?" She asks, breaking from the kiss.
"Just a little sore." I reply.
"Move your shirt, let me see." She demands, only this time her order is soft, gentle and her touch welcomed and kind as she assesses my wound.

A/n: I'm getting back into releasing one shots (once a week on a Wednesday)

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