Natasha Romanoff one shots

One Night Nine Months

*Mature content ahead*
Smut, mentions of pregnancy
Summary- What was supposed to be a one night stand between two enemies turns into nine months of chaotic events, arguments and confessed feelings.

A/N: Before anyone attacks me this has been in my drafts for quite a while. As I mentioned before, I am currently writing exams so again requests are pending until further notice. This is gonna be a series. (My CEO Boss is also pending. Forgive me.)

Your pov:

Tony had decided to throw one of his big parties again. Nothing major except the fact that there were more than 400 people currently roaming around in the room. Honestly you weren't a big fan of these events. Too many people in a small room while some tried to touch and prod which made you very uncomfortable.

What was even more dreadful about these events was the fact that you'd end up bumping into none other than Natasha Romanoff who would start some stupid argument with you and sometimes you really wanted nothing more than to just grab one of the many knives that you owned and just slit her throat open. Eh too much work. Besides you knew that if you tried, Natasha would somehow still end up alive and she'd come back and bite you in the ass so definitely not trying that.

The two of you just didn't get along. At all. You don't know what it was but you just ticked her off and she ticked you off times infinity. The team gave up with trying to get you guys to at least tolerate one another but it seemed as though that day would never come.

Back to the the party. Carol was currently talking your ear off about some other charity even that would be happening soon and while you tried to pay attention towards what she was saying, you were currently zoming out.
"And...dude are you even listening to me?"
"Uh huh." You muttered and she pursed her lips together.

You continued to sip your drink while listening to what Carol was going on about. Meanwhile Natasha had just walked into the party, immediately making her way towards the bar to get a glass of wine. Wanda was quick on her heels, doing the same as Natasha but she ordered champagne instead.
"Just listen to me-" Wanda pleaded and Natasha let out an exasperated sigh.
"No."

Wanda shrugged her shoulders while the bartender handed her the drink.
"Either way, the way you two argue about meaningless things every single damn day could mean that, there are mutual feelings in between the lines."
"What crap did you read that from? Horoscope weekly?" Natasha muttered and Wanda used her magic to pull a strand of Natasha's hair harshly.

Natasha glared at the witch before fixing the strand of hair. They both turned around to face the party, watching as the guests danced around and socialized with one another. Everything was going great until Wanda's gaze fell onto the door to see an unwanted guest arriving.
"Oh no." She muttered, immediately getting Natasha's attention.
"What?" Wanda scurried off to find you but you had already seen her.

Your ex. A 3 year relationship gone down the drain because she was busy fucking on "work trips". A gaslighter and a manipulator too. A good one at that. That relationship was purely toxic and you basically owed Wanda your life for opening your eyes, literally.

Your ex walked in between the many bodies that were on the dance floor and you stiffened. Carol noticed this and her gaze fell onto the familiar figure. Her hand immediately went down to your waist, pushing you aside. Wanda was there in no time, pushing her back with her fingertip.
"And what are you doing here?"
"If it isn't the big bad Wanda Maximoff." Your ex-girlfriend, Sarah, spoke with a hint of sarcasm.

"I'll ask you this again, what are you doing here?"
"What does it look like I'm doing? Baking a cake? I'm attending a party."
"You're not welcome here." Carol quips before Wanda can say anything else. Sarah only chuckles before she looks at you.
"Do you miss me y/n hm?"