BLACK & RED | NATASHA ROMANOFF X READER | MARVEL

14

I wake up slowly, feeling warm and comfortable. The room is filled with soft, morning light, and I can hear the faint sound of birds chirping outside. As I stretch and open my eyes, I realize that I'm still wrapped up in Natasha's arms, her body pressed against my back.

She stirs behind me, her arm tightening around my waist as she lets out a soft sigh. "Lana?," she murmurs, her voice low and sleepy.

"Morning," I reply, my voice still gravelly with sleep. I turn in her arms so that I'm facing her, and I see a small, tired smile creep on her lips.

"Did you sleep well?" she asks, her hand coming up to brush a strand of hair out of my face.

"Yeah," I say, smiling back at her. "Best sleep I've had in a while."

She chuckles lightly, her fingers tracing a path over my collarbone. "I guess I wore you out," she says, her voice laced with a hint of playful arrogance.

I laugh, shaking my head. "You always have to be cocky, don't you?" I tease, poking her in the stomach.

She grins unapologetically. "It's part of my charm," she says, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand up to her mouth. She presses a soft kiss to my knuckles. "And it works, doesn't it?"

"Sure does."

Natasha untangles herself from me, her face becoming serious. "You should probably get going," she says, her voice soft. "Before any of the other Avengers wake up and start asking questions."

I nod, knowing that she's right, reluctantly pulling myself out of her embrace. I sit up on the edge of the bed, feeling a pang of disappointment. I glance at the clock on the bedside table - it's still very early

Nat rises as well, her body stretching and arching in a way that makes my mouth go dry. She walks over to a dresser and pulls out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, tossing them to me. I scan the floor for my own clothes before changing into the new ones.

I hear her chuckle softly, and I turn to see her watching me with a small smirk. "Enjoying the view?" I ask, arching an eyebrow at her.

She grins unashamedly. "Absolutely," she says, her eyes still roaming over me. "I just can't help appreciating the masterpiece in front of me.

I roll my eyes, but I can't help the small smile that forms on my lips. She always knows exactly what to say to get a reaction out of me.

"Keep it up, and I might start charging you for the show," I say jokingly, pulling my shirt on over my head.

She laughs aloud, shaking her head. "I'd pay any price for a front row seat to that show," she replies, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

I chuckle, feeling my cheeks heat up a bit. Even after all this time, she still knows how to make me blush.

"You're ridiculous," I pull on my pants.

She shrugs, still smiling. "Maybe," she concedes, stepping closer to me. "But you love it."

"Do I now?" I chuckle. More than you know..

"Mhm." She gets up and pulls out a training outfit. Stepping closer, she closes the distance between us. "I'll miss you," she says, her voice softer now.

I can hear the hint of reluctance in her voice, and I know she doesn't want me to leave either. "You're right though. We can't let the others know about this," I say, my hand coming up to cup her cheek.

She leans into my touch, her eyes closed. We stand there for a moment, silently holding each other. Finally, she opens her eyes and takes a small step back, breaking the spell.