Eleanor held a small smile as the skin of her cheek was pressed against the bare skin of her wife's chest, Natasha's hand rubbing gently up and down her back, occasionally tracing small patterns along her spine. In intervals, Nat's lips made contact with Eleanor's hairline. Their room door was locked, their curtains were closed, and only the nearby salt lamp was on. The soft glow emphasised the shadows and contours, which earlier on, had made them fall in love all over again.
"We're getting too old for this shit", Natasha murmured, with an amused smirk as her eyes were cast up at the ceiling. Eleanor hummed, not wanting to move her head at all, she was rather comfy if she did say so herself, "And why's that?".
A halted laugh escaped Nat as she craned her neck to try and look at her the best she could, "I got winded like... worse than when we get sent on assignments". Eleanor's eyebrows rose as she propped herself up on one elbow, ignoring Natasha's whine of protest. Her fingers twitched before reaching to trace Natasha's sternum, "Have to incorporate it into your training schedule then, don't you?".
Nat props herself up too, on both elbows, "What, starting now?".
"If you're not too winded".
The blunt statement immediately latches onto Nat's competitive side, taking her spouse's words as a challenge, one arm coming up to go into her hair, bringing her face down into hers. Lips meshed together, Eleanor tugged on Natasha's bottom lip, knowing what the reaction would bring. Just like clockwork, Nat did not like being challenged in return, so she switched their positions, pushing Eleanor down into the bed as she continued. It was almost aggressive, the way she forced their mouths together, but full of so much emotion at the same time. The long hard years, the troubles they had faced in their partnership. None of that mattered she thought, for they would always come back to each other, tied together at the very core of their souls.
A text chime that pulled Natasha away from her made Eleanor grunt out in frustration as she watched her wife's hand stretch out towards the phone. She knew why, only family and people in the compound had her number and people didn't message Nat for the hell of it. Except for Eleanor who had been blocked once or twice by her own love.
"Clint volunteered to test out the fucking time machine thing", Nat's voice was hurriedly annoyed as she scrambled up off of Eleanor and padded across to where their clothes were strewn on the floor, angrily picking out her own clothes from the mixed pile.
"I thought Scott was going to-".
Natasha huffed as she forced her trousers on, "Apparently the plans changed". Eleanor began huffing and puffing as well, so close to scoring a second time, yet so far. "He's going back in time like right this second?", Eleanor asked whilst putting her shirt on the wrong way round. Natasha grumbled and nodded, but even her face softened when she looked up at Eleanor.
"Arms in", she gently took hold of the hem of the shirt once her arms were inside of the shirt and spun it round for her, before unlocking their door and hurrying out, both of them sprinting at full speed through the residential quarters, through the living quarters, past the meeting rooms, past the training and tech areas and finally to the warehouse. The compound was too big.
When they entered, the machine was whirring, and everyone looked tense. They were clearly too late for a send-off party, so would have to resort to a welcome party. "How much longer?", Eleanor demanded as she and Natasha reached where Bruce and the others were. "About five seconds".
Natasha looked as though she was ready to bolt at any moment, Black Widow speed mode fully activated. With a held breath everyone stared, and everyone saw Clint warp back on his knees, shouting his daughter's name. Immediately Natasha was at his side quicker than anyone could comprehend, everyone else shortly behind. "Hey, hey, look at me. You okay?", she helped him stand, one hand on his back and the other on his cheek as the man in question looked around as though he had seen a ghost.

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The Younger Agent - Natasha Romanoff x OC
FanficNatasha Romanoff has a complicated past, when faced with one of her many ghosts how will she cope? Follow the unlikely pair of Natasha and Eleanor through their life at SHIELD, to making their way with the Avengers. (Pre-Avengers - Endgame (Follow...