Natasha Romanoff: Killer of men, Lover of women

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She loves me, she really loves me.

After I'd finally got my sobs under control, I couldn't help but start to giggle.

"Are you laughing or crying still under there?" Iris asked, pushing me off her chest to look at my expression.

"It's just, you're the one who's meant to be hormonal, and here I am balling my eyes out." I chuckled lightly, wiping my tears on my sleeve.

"Oh believe me, if you weren't in need of my comfort, I would be sobbing too right now." She laughed, nudging her nose against mine.

"Thank you for listening to all my crap." I sighed, brushing my thumb over her cheek bone.

"Don't thank me for that, I'll always, ALWAYS, listen to you, no matter what you say. I want to know every little thing about you."

"There's a lot of bad things." I warned.

"Even the bad things. I told you, I love every little bit of you." Her eyes scanned my face, probably to asses how I was feeling, since I wasn't very good at expressing it with words.

"I want to tell you things. I want to open up. You're the first person I've ever truly trusted in my entire life. But I'm just, it's scary, I don't know if I can ..."

She cut me off by pressing a small delicate kiss onto my lips.

"It's ok, take your time Honey, I'm here." She whispered as she pulled away.

Since we weren't swimming any time soon, Iris decided it would be a good idea to start our movie time.

I didn't even realise this, but at some point, she'd made a very long list of films she wanted to watch with me.

My heart melted whenever she wanted to share things with me, whether it be her favourite croissant or favourite movie, I loved that she wanted to share her passions with me.

I wished I could give her that back, but I hadn't ever allowed myself to get to know what I liked. Always only being focused on the one thing that had ruled my entire life: killing.

Once we'd finally dragged ourselves out of bed, Iris followed me to the kitchen to make popcorn.

I say followed, she wrapped her hands around my waist from behind and refused to let go, making the popcorn-making process a little more difficult.

But I didn't care. The warmth and comfort she gave me, just by hugging me from behind, made me realise how much I'd needed it. I started to wonder how I ever survived without it.

After the popcorn was ready, I pried her hands away from my body so I could walk.

She pouted, turning to look at me with those big puppy dog eyes.

I chuckled, leaning forward and pressing my lips against hers.

She stayed still at first, stubbornly refusing to stop pouting. However, she didn't last long, caving and parting her lips slightly to kiss me back.

I smirked against her lips in victory and pulled away, tucking my arm around her waist while I carried the popcorn bowl with the other hand. These small little displays of affection were becoming more and more natural to me, to the point where I felt comfortable initiating them. It felt good to do so, not scary anymore.

I let Iris get settled back in bed whilst I grabbed my laptop.

"So what are we watching then?" I asked, joining her in bed and wrapping my arm around her body.

She hummed in thought, snuggling down into my side.

"Why don't we start with The Hunger Games series?" She suggested.