natasha romanoff one-shots (gxg)

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

a/n: you and tony might have the same taste in women...inspired by a tiktok i saw, i don't remember the username :(

You're sitting in front of the ring, reading a book as your dad and Happy are boxing. You yawn, already feeling bored.

"Hey, Y/N", your mom Pepper says as she enters the gym. "God, they're still not done?"

"No", you mumble. "He promised to get me sushi for lunch about an hour ago, and he's still beating up Happy."

Your mom shakes her head and sighs. "Tony, the notary's here! Can you please come sign the transfer paperwork?"

He just delivers a punch to Happy's face with his elbow. The man groans. "I'm on Happy-time, sorry."

They start bickering as someone else walks in — someone who instantly catches your attention. She has red, wavy hair, full lips and green eyes. Her outfit — a white shirt and black pants — looks breathtaking on her. You swallow as you can't stop staring, then you reluctantly move your eyes away. No need to freak the pretty woman out.

Even Tony's attention shifts to the young woman. He stares at her, clearly having forgotten about the fact that he has a wife.

"I need you to initial each box", the unfamiliar woman explains, her eyes drifting to you for a second. A barely noticeable smile forms on her face, making you turn around as your cheeks flush.

Tony kicks Happy into a corner, then he steps out of the ring. "That's it, I'm done. What's your name, lady?"

"Rushman. Natalie Rushman."

Then, Tony orders Natalie to step into the ring. She smirks as she does that, and Tony sits down next to you. Pepper joins you.

"I'm sorry, he's very eccentric", your mom explains to the redhead.

Your dad leans against his wife, his voice lowering. "Who is she?"

"She is from legal. Also, may I remind you that you have a wife?", she snaps quietly. You grin, crossing your arms as Happy asks Natalie whether she's ever boxed before.

"I have, yes", she says.

"What, like, the Tae Bo? Booty Boot Camp? Crunch? Something like that?" You roll your eyes at Happy, and Natalie's face shows clear annoyance.

"You're not serious", you hear Pepper whisper, so you turn around and glance at Tony's iPad. He googled Natalie's name, and is now scrolling through his findings. "I swear to-"

"She's fluent in French, Italian, Russian, Latin. Who speaks Latin?"

"No one speaks Latin", your mom says.

"No one speaks Latin", your dad confirms.

Natalie's attention has shifted over to the three of you as she's listening to what you're talking about. Tony found some modeling pictures of hers, and you can't help but stare at them as he scrolls through every individual one. God, she's hot. Like, really hot.

When Happy notices that Natalie isn't paying attention anymore, he tries pulling that 'rule number one: never take your eyes off your opponent'-shit and attempts to attack her. Natalie, swift as a fox, turns around and grabs his wrist before flipping him over, her legs around his neck. He groans.

You can't even lie — what you just witnessed might be the most attractive thing you've ever seen.

Shortly after, Natalie leaves. You look at your dad, who definitely noticed your ogling.

"I want one", you simply say.

"Yeah, same", he sighs, earning a slap from Pepper.

. . .

"You know my name's not actually Natalie", the woman whispers, giggling as you're holding her close. You're in your bed, both of you only wearing underwear. You look into her eyes, lifting your eyebrows. "My name's Natasha", she reveals.

You grin. "Really?"

"Yes", she nods, and you lean in to kiss her neck. "What do you say?"

"I like it", you nod. "It suits you."

"Mhm."

"I'm serious." You look at her face and lightly kiss her lips, tasting the subtle taste of alcohol and juice on them. She smiles against your lips. "It's a pretty name. Even better than Natalie."

"Y/N's not so bad either", she smirks, making you laugh quietly. "I'm serious too."

"I don't believe you", you smile. "But thanks."

Natasha bites her lip as she looks deep into your eyes, then she grins and kisses you, her hands running through your hair.

. . .

a/n: kinda short but oh well