Natasha Romanoff One Shots

Spilled coffee

Prompts: "Here, let me help." & "Take my jacket."

Warnings: Bad work environment, and a slightly suggestive ending.

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Whoever made it so that you would be in charge of getting the staff coffee before the Monday morning meeting with the big bosses, was currently your worst enemy. The line at the coffee shop was long, and moving slowly. You were looking at your watch every five seconds, knowing that you were going to be screwed if you were late to the meeting.

Finally it was your turn, "Hi, sorry, I have a big order." The barista shrugs, "I'll be here all day anyways, what can I get for you?" You read out all the orders from the note in your phone, and she starts working on them right away. You thank her and with five minutes on the clock, you exit the coffee shop, two trays filled with coffee cups in your hands.

Out of nowhere someone's body runs into your side, it takes all of your focus to keep the coffees in your hand from spilling. You manage to successfully keep the eight cups upright without spilling a drop, however that couldn't be said about the person that ran into you. Their coffee dripped from your shoulder down the sleeve of your blazer. The thickness of the blazer luckily prevents the hot liquid from touching your skin.

You look up to apologize to the stranger. You hadn't seen them coming, so it might have been your fault, despite the fact that you were the one covered in the spilled coffee. "Watch where you're going." He nearly shouts your way before rushing off, the now empty cup thrown on the floor. You shake your head at the angry stranger, as you look around for somewhere to place your trays.

"Here, let me help." The voice is coming from behind you. A woman approaches you with napkins in her hand, she must have seen what happened. She takes the trays from your hands, and gives you the napkins in exchange. "Thank you." You smile at the stranger, her kindness a stark contrast to that of your previous stranger encounter. "Which direction are you headed in?" She asks as you throw away the napkins, and the empty cup that the man had dropped, into a nearby trash can. "The offices in that direction." You point in the direction of your office building. "Oh, me too. Can I walk with you?" The woman intrigued you, so you told her, "Yes, of course, I am kind of in a rush though." She smiles and hands you back only one of the trays, carrying the other one for you. "All good, we can talk on the way."

The walk was short, you hoped to spend more time with the beautiful stranger, but you also knew that if you were going to be any later than you already were, you would most likely get fired. You arrive in front of your office building, seeing your reflection in the glass makes you sigh loudly, "My boss is going to actually kill me." Without a second thought the woman places down the tray she was holding on the steps to the building. "Take my jacket." She was already taking off the jacket before you could decline her offer. Just as you put on her jacket, you're buzzed into the building. "I'm sorry, I have to head in right away. Thank you so much, and it was really nice to meet you..." - "Natasha." She fills in. "Y/n." You say with a smile before rushing in with the two trays of coffee.

You rush up the stairs, careful not to spill the coffee, as you quickly make your way to the meeting room. The meeting had already started when you walked in. All eyes were on you, "I'm sorry there was a long line." Your boss sends you a stern look, "Don't let this happen again." You nod, and take your place amongst your coworkers.

It wasn't until your lunch break, that you realized you had no way to give Natasha back her jacket. Besides knowing her first name, and that she worked in the same general direction, you didn't know much about her. You sit down at your desk for the first time this morning, opening up your laptop to start working on one of the cases you were assisting on.