Marvel One-Shots

Romanogers (Romanoff + Rogers)

Title: Shades of Spring

Natasha Romanoff stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her dark gray attire. She loved the sleekness of the color; it was understated, yet elegant.

She paired it with a leather jacket that added an edge, perfectly fitting her personality. As she stepped back, a sly smile crept across her lips.

Just then, the door swung open, and Steve Rogers walked in, his blue eyes scanning the room until they landed on Natasha.

“I see you’re breaking out the spring colors,” he remarked, a teasing grin spreading across his face.

Natasha turned, arching an eyebrow, her expression playful. “What can I say? I’m a trendsetter.”

Steve chuckled, stepping closer. “Dark gray is a bold choice for spring. Are you trying to make a statement?”

“Always,” she replied, flipping her hair back. “Besides, it’s a classic. It goes with everything.”

“True,” Steve said, nodding. He looked her over, his gaze lingering on her confident stance. “But don’t you think you could add a splash of color? Maybe something cheerful, like—”

“Cheerful?” Natasha interrupted, her voice playful yet firm. “Like bright yellow? Or maybe a pastel pink? Those scream spring, don’t they?”

He shrugged, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Hey, you might look great in a floral print.”

“Floral?” Natasha rolled her eyes dramatically. “That’s a hard no. I’m not looking to blend in with the garden.”

“Can’t blame a guy for trying,” Steve said, hands raised in mock surrender.

“You know,” she said casually, glancing over her shoulder, “I could always wear something bright for you. I mean, if it’ll help you appreciate spring more.”

Steve turned, his expression suddenly earnest. “You don’t have to change for me, Nat. I like you just the way you are.”

She paused, her heart skipping a beat. “Even in dark gray?”

“Especially in dark gray,” he replied, stepping closer. “You pull it off effortlessly.”

She felt a warmth spread through her, a mixture of pride and something deeper. “You’re just saying that because you think I’ll wear something brighter next time.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, a soft smile playing on his lips. “But I meant it. You could wear a potato sack and still look amazing.”

Natasha laughed, the sound echoing in the room. “A potato sack? Now that’s a fashion statement.”

“Hey, fashion is subjective,” Steve said, feigning seriousness. “But you’d rock it.”

“Only if you’re in a matching outfit,” she quipped back, crossing her arms.

“Deal,” he said, laughter in his eyes.

“Seriously though, I like the gray,” Steve said after a pause, his tone sincere. “It suits you. It’s strong, like you.”

Natasha felt her cheeks heat at the compliment. “Thanks, Cap. That means a lot coming from you.”

Steve stepped closer, a teasing glint in his eyes. “But if you do wear something cheerful, I promise to be your biggest fan.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t hold you to that,” Natasha replied, a smirk on her face.

“Good, because I might need to start practicing my cheering,” he said, adopting a mock cheerleader pose. “Go, team! Break out the colors!”

They both burst into laughter, the sound filling the room and lightening the mood. Natasha felt her heart soar, the warmth of their relationship radiating around them.