Natasha Romanoff • Imagines

All Of You

The lights in Tony's penthouse glimmered like stars against the New York skyline. Laughter and conversation filled the room as the Avengers gathered, celebrating the latest victory, another day where the world wasn't ending.

Y/N stood near the bar, chatting effortlessly with Thor, a soft smile on her lips as she tilted her head back to laugh at something he said.

Across the room, Natasha leaned against the wall, drink in hand, eyes fixed on Y/N. It wasn't uncommon for Natasha to watch her like this—quietly, intensely, as if Y/N was the only person in the room. The redhead could hear the chatter around her, the thrum of the music vibrating through the floor, but her focus was singular.

Steve, ever the observant one, noticed. He always noticed when Natasha looked at Y/N like this. It had been months—months of lingering glances, subtle moments, and conversations that stopped just short of something more.

"You know, staring isn't going to solve anything." Steve said, stepping up beside Natasha. He held a drink of his own, taking a small sip as his eyes followed Natasha's gaze.

Natasha didn't respond immediately, the glass of whiskey in her hand growing warm from her touch. Her heart gave a small thump of annoyance, not at Steve, but at herself. She's the Black Widow—trained in espionage, in reading people, in hiding her own emotions. Yet here she was, staring at Y/N like a lovesick teenager, too scared to do anything about it.

Steve chuckled lightly, his blue eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. "You know, Nat, everyone sees it."

Natasha frowned, finally tearing her eyes away from Y/N to meet Steve's knowing look. "Sees what?"

Steve raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by Natasha's deflection. "The way you look at her. The way you... feel about her."

Natasha stiffened, her walls slamming up in an instant. "It doesn't matter. I can't do anything about it."

"Why not?" Steve asked, genuinely curious.

Natasha sighed, casting a glance back at Y/N, her chest tightening at the thought. Y/N was so bright, so kind—a force of good in a world that often left her feeling like she was drowning in her own darkness.

"Because of who I am," Natasha said quietly. "Because of my past."

Steve tilted his head, trying to follow her reasoning. "You think she's afraid of you?"

Natasha didn't answer right away. "She should be."

Steve's voice softened, his usual commanding tone turning almost gentle. "Nat, Y/N is one of us. She knows who you are. She's fought beside you, trusted you with her life. What makes you think she'd be scared of your past?"

"She doesn't know everything," Natasha muttered, eyes returning to Y/N, who was now leaning against the bar, her arm casually brushing against the countertop. There was something in the way she moved—so graceful, yet powerful. And that smile... God, that smile made her chest ache.

"You'll never know if you don't give her the chance," Steve said, watching his friend with a mix of concern and amusement. "You think you're protecting her by staying distant, but maybe... maybe she's waiting for you."

Natasha swallowed hard, the words sinking into her like a heavy weight. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe Y/N wasn't afraid of her. But that didn't stop the fear clawing at her. The fear of rejection, the fear of Y/N looking at her differently if she knew everything.

Steve's words lingered as Natasha took another sip of her drink, trying to steady the nerves that twisted in her stomach.

Across the room, Y/N could feel Natasha's eyes on her again. It was a sensation she had grown used to over time—like a warm, steady presence. Natasha's gaze had always felt like more than just a look. It was a touch, a whisper, a silent communication between them. Y/N didn't mind it. In fact, she craved it.

Y/N had been in love with Natasha for what felt like forever, but she had never pushed, never prodded. She knew Natasha's walls were high, her past a burden she carried alone. So she waited, patient and understanding, hoping that one day Natasha would realize she didn't have to face everything on her own.

Tonight, though, there was something different in the way Natasha was looking at her. It was more intense, more vulnerable. Y/N could feel it like a physical touch. Slowly, she turned her head, her eyes meeting Natasha's from across the room. For a moment, the world seemed to stop. The party faded into the background, leaving just the two of them.

Natasha's breath hitched as Y/N's eyes locked with hers. The confidence in Y/N's gaze made her heart race. She saw something there, something she wasn't sure she deserved—trust, affection, maybe even love.

Steve's words echoed in her mind. You'll never know.

Natasha set her drink down, her decision made in an instant. She couldn't keep running. She couldn't keep hiding behind her fears.

Pushing herself off the wall, Natasha made her way through the crowd, her eyes never leaving Y/N's. The redhead's movements were deliberate, but there was an uncertainty in her chest she hadn't felt in a long time. She didn't know what to say, didn't know how to start, but she knew she couldn't let another moment slip by.

When Natasha finally stood in front of Y/N, the air between them felt charged, like a storm about to break.

"Took you long enough." Y/N teased gently, her lips curved into a small, knowing smile.

Natasha felt the corners of her mouth twitch in response, a soft, almost shy smile breaking through. "Yeah... I guess I've been a little slow."

Y/N's gaze softened, and she took a step closer, the space between them shrinking. "I've been waiting," She admitted, her voice just above a whisper. "But I'd wait as long as it takes, Nat."

Natasha's heart stuttered in her chest. For once in her life, she wasn't afraid. Not with Y/N standing this close, looking at her like she was worth something more than her past. She reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against Y/N's hand.

"I'm done waiting," Natasha whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm here."

And with that, the space between them disappeared as Natasha leaned in, her lips brushing against Y/N's in a kiss that spoke all the words she hadn't been able to say before. It was soft, hesitant at first, as if Natasha were testing the waters. But when Y/N responded, her hand gently coming up to cup Natasha's cheek, something inside Natasha shifted.

The kiss deepened, carrying all the unspoken feelings that had lingered between them for so long. Natasha could feel the warmth of Y/N's touch grounding her, anchoring her in this moment. It felt like home—something she never thought she'd find.

When they finally pulled apart, just slightly, their foreheads resting together, Natasha's breath mingled with Y/N's. They stayed like that for a moment, eyes closed, simply feeling the weight of what had just happened.

"And Y/N..." Natasha's voice was almost a whisper, her heart still racing. She opened her eyes, looking into Y/N's face, which was bathed in the soft glow of the party lights. "I'm not perfect. I'm going to mess up, I'm still figuring this out but I want to try. With you."

Y/N smiled, a slow, radiant smile that made Natasha feel like maybe, she wasn't as broken as she thought.

"I've never asked you to be perfect, Nat," Y/N replied softly, her thumb brushing against Natasha's cheek. "I just want you—all of you."

The vulnerability in Y/N's voice made Natasha's chest tighten in the best way. Y/N wasn't scared of her. She wasn't running. And she wasn't waiting anymore, either.

"I'll give you everything I can," Natasha said, her voice steadier now, a promise in her words. "Just don't let go."

"I'm not going anywhere." Y/N whispered, her eyes filled with the kind of warmth and love that Natasha hadn't believed she deserved.

But for the first time in a long time, Natasha let herself believe she did.

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