"No!"
You raised your eyebrows, pursing your lips, "What's that now?"
"I thought you were going to – no, I'm not going. I hate those things."
"Oh, please! Since when is Natasha Romanoff afraid of anything? I assumed you've done this before, to be honest."
"Well. I haven't. And I never want to."
"Why?"
"Those things are so unstable and if it snaps and breaks, you'll drop and die."
"Sure," You nodded, not being able to deny those sexy facts, "But it won't and you're like an assassin or something, so I'm sure you'll survive."
"Not a risk I care to take, alright?"
"But it's fuuuuun." You pouted, resisting the urge to stomp your feet.
"It's five minutes of just being jerked around and for what?"
"To have fuuuuuuun."
"I hate rollercoasters. I'm not going on one with you – we can go to the festival, but I'm not getting near one of those gross death machines."
"And they call me dramatic." You mumbled with a smirk, but by the look she gave you, you knew she had heard.
"Do you even know how many germs are on those things? And probably like," She made a face of utter disgust, "Vomit and shit all over them."
"If we see either of those things, we won't go on."
"You don't see them because it's wiped off! But not with proper sanitation!"
"You're being ridiculous, you know that?" You smirked, shaking your head before teasing, "Didn't realize you were such a germ freak."
"Didn't realize you were such an insensitive, filthy person," She shot back, "Guess we're both full of surprises."
You scoffed, offended, "Okay, don't be rude!"
She took a deep breath, calming down, before she asked almost shyly, "Why'd you have to get down on your knee to ask me about going to some festival anyway?"
"I take my festivaling very seriously. Like my forest dates – speaking of," You got down on both knees this time and she silently watched you with a certain look you recognized before you looked up and asked, "Natalia, will you go into the forest with me to collect cool rocks, touch moss, and eat some sandwiches by the river? And then maybe after we could get some drinks, stop by a dog shelter, and go shopping?"
She was biting her lip a little, smiling despite herself, and you loved how green her eyes looked. She had her arms crossed, but they slowly fell to her sides as you spoke, and then she shook her head with a light laugh.
"I love you, baby."
You raised an eyebrow, "Is that a yes?"
Then she dropped to her knees, and you smiled cheekily, immediately putting your arms loosely around her neck. Her hands were on top of your thighs as she leaned into you, so her face was inches from yours.
"Yes. There's literally nothing you could ask that I'd say no to."
You smirked, "Except rollercoasters."
She hummed, her lips ghosting over yours now as she spoke, "I'll bring some disinfectant wipes and you'll stay seated, deal?"
"Can I be seated on my throne? It's your lap, if that wasn't obvious."
She smiled crookedly, "Nope."
"You say 'no' a lot for someone who just said they'd always say yes to me."
"Yeah, well, your questions are a little out there, princess."
You kissed her, whispering against her lips, "Happy three monthiversary."
"Best three months of my life."
"I mean, technically," You thought about it, "It's like five months and a half if you skip over the breakup and combine the time we've dated."
She smirked, "That's why we have so many anniversaries."
You scoffed, "Excuse you, it's a perfect amount."
"Most people have one, maybe two or three."
"So?"
"We have seven."
"Seven is a good number."
She kissed you again, smiling, "It's a great number, baby."
"Not too many."
"Nope," She shook her head slightly, her lips sliding over yours a few times, "Not too many."
The two of you shared a few more sweet kisses and then got ready to head out to the forest where you got to do everything you had mentioned and more. You were back in Italy for your guys' anniversary, planning a whole week full of dates where you'd give her things in threes – bouquets of flowers, three different types of her favorite candies, dinner dates, books you knew she's been secretly wanting to read, movie nights, everything would have three involved some way or another. She didn't know, but it had started today, and you couldn't wait to enjoy a full week of everything Natasha and yourself before going back to the states with said lady love for some festivaling with Atlas, Paul, and Yelena who were all really excited.
After that, you had a small tour starting that Maria had completely set up on her own and hired all new people for the touring and venue crew – screening them thoroughly. It was going to be lowkey, just fans who you found online through fanpages and posts people made of you. It was funny and adorable to see them freak out over the DMs you would send them with a few free tickets so they could bring some friends. You knew the vibes were going to be fun and chill – no influencers or anything that would only attend for attention on social media or ones who'd pay mountains of money to get the best seats. You didn't mind them, but you'd rather be screaming lyrics and dancing around with people who matched your energy and wanted to be there as much as you did.
You'd be gone from Natasha for a couple of weeks, but you had both talked about it and it was a good balance for you both to have work in between living out in Italy. You'd see your family in between shows while she did the same with hers between her work.
You two really brought out the best in each other – you got her dancing around in the kitchen at three in the morning to ABBA, laughing at nothing, and sometimes even pulling pranks on your guys' friends. She helped you find and go after everything you really wanted, getting rid of people who were manipulating or abusing you, and you couldn't be more grateful for it.
"You know, it's times like these we're so much happier..."
You both sang along at the top of your lungs much later into that night, dancing around – more just jumping and flailing about, but laughing and having so much fun – and even getting your guys' new dog to run around you both in celebration.
"Nights like these, we'll remember those stupid jokes only we know! You know, when I'm with you, I'm so much happier!" You couldn't stop smiling, your cheeks ached, but you didn't care as you threw your arms up, hopping around barefoot in your pajamas, and singing your heart out as you watched your beautiful girlfriend – someday wife – grin back at you with so much warmth and happiness radiating off her that it was near overwhelming – you loved your girl so fucking much it hurt, "Nights like these we'll remember those songs we wrote only we know – you smile at me and say 'it's time to go' but I don't feel like goin' home!"
But you were home.
Always with Natasha Romanoff.
The End.
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