A/N: Natasha is the softest person ever and no one can tell me otherwise. As suggested, here is Natasha just wanting to charm her girlfriend and make her happy :) (Still working on suggestions)
P.S. the song in this is 'Sailor Song' by Gigi Perez
Natasha's POV:
My eyes blinked open, a long, sleepy yawn coming out of my mouth as I woke from my slumber. I grabbed the soft hand that rested on my stomach and brought Wanda's fingers up to my lips, leaving a tiny kiss on every finger tip before bringing her hand to my chest. I smiled as she sighed in content in her sleep. I was always up before her, and it left me time to admire the sleeping beauty she is for a few minutes before getting up to go train. Today was different though.
Looking at her, so innocent and so peaceful, it touched my heart. Wanda is so special and has such a good heart despite everything she's been through. This woman deserves the best, and I want to give it to her. Gently, I got out of bed and stayed in my sweatpants and tank top instead of putting on clothes to train, and made my way to the kitchen.
As I arrived, I was met with Steve who was the only other morning bird in the compound. His sweat-soaked t-shirt indicated that he had just finished his morning run. He looked at me and smiled.
"I expected you to be in the training room right now," he said, grabbing a water bottle.
"Yeah, well I have something better to do," I responded as I reached down to the pans and put one on the stove.
"Breakfast?"
"Not for me," I added, grabbing ingredients from the fridge and pantry.
"Ah. For Maximoff," he smirked. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Oh, shush."
"Didn't ever peg you for the romantic type, and I've known you for years."
I paused at that. It was true; I had never been the person who grew close romantically. It was usually hook ups at Tony's parties or having to have sex on a mission to get closer to a suspect. I didn't ever fall in love until I met Wanda.
"Wanda's different," I told him. He looked at me with a sincere face.
"I know," he said while putting a hand on my shoulder. "I'm happy that you guys are happy. You two were meant for each other. I've never seen you this happy, Nat. I'm proud of you for opening up."
I felt my eyes tear up. "Don't get all mushy, Rogers. Get in the shower; you stink," I told him, pushing him away from me as I laughed.
"I'm going," he chuckled. "Tell Wanda I said good morning." I shook my head, continuing to cook for my girlfriend.
Wanda truly is one of a kind. I have never felt this way in my life. She makes me feel content and at peace- like I don't have to be afraid of everything around me. She makes me feel like a person. I feel loved by her. I want to give her everything she wants and then some.
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It took me about an hour to finish cooking the food. Homemade cinnamon rolls (a delicacy), scrambled eggs, hash browns, a bowl of fresh fruit, and Wanda's favorite tea sat on a tray that I carefully brought up to my- our- room.
As expected, Wanda was still sound asleep, lying on her back now. I set the food on my nightstand, making sure it wouldn't spill. As gently as I could, I climbed on the bed, hovering my body over her sleeping one until my face aligned with hers. I stared at her for a moment, admiring every feature on her face before placing a kiss on her cheek, and then on her other one. She moved a little bit, but didn't wake up. I kissed her nose, causing her to scrunch it up so adorably that I almost melted right then and there. I placed a kiss on her chin, getting more movement. Finally, I placed a couple kisses on her neck before blowing a raspberry, causing her to wake up with giggles.
