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Office Parties | Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Stucky exists too

Warnings: none

Requested by: no one

Prompts: A Christmas party seems the perfect time to reveal relationships

Pronouns: They/Them

Authors note: doesn't explicitly mention who celebrates just that they're there

Heroes were praised for saving lives and stopping invasions. As they should be: they deserve it. However they weren't the only people that helped. After a long day of fighting and rescuing, the city (or wherever they were) was typically left in shambles. And who was there to pick up the pieces? Not the heroes. No, that job was left to Y/N.

Y/N was an unofficial member of SHIELD. They were flown in fancy jets to wherever the action was to fix everything. They weren't paid a whole lot, but it was kind of like a work retreat for them. Or would be if they could leave. Being kept under wraps, even from some of the Avengers – as to not stress the heroes out more than necessary.

Luckily, the job had its perks. Discarded equipment – that would pose any danger to the public – could be sold online for very ridiculous prices, and any kid that saw Y/N working thought they were a witch. And of course, meeting one superhero in particular. They say you shouldn't date people you work with, but how much did they really work together? Almost never (if you didn't count the times Natasha escaped the press to aid in cleanup).

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With a handful of Hawkeye's arrows in one hand, Y/N grazed their other over a pile of rubble and watched it float back into its position as a wall. Most civilians had retreated to the safety of their homes, or crowded the Avengers that didn't immediately run after the fight, so they didn't worry about accidentally squishing anyone with rubble.

Amongst the wreckage, a metal cuff caught the light and flickered in their eyes. They recognised it as one of spider-man's web shooters. Compared to the one they found last month, this one appeared to be in good shape and might still work. It must have slipped off his wrist somehow. So, Y/N stored it safely in their pocket and carried on fixing the street.

They completely forgot about it until they got home. As it was dropped on the kitchen counter with the rest of the day's loot, it shot out a web and knocked a glass over. Conveniently, they could fuse the shards back together (but it still gave them a freight).

They had a gift box leftover from wrapping presents and stuffed it full of tissue paper so the cuff wouldn't get damaged. It was tucked into their bag so they could drop it off with paperwork and other hero/villain tech they found.

The Avengers tower was practically deserted when they arrived. After scanning their ID and dropping the damage reports off, they passed through the communal kitchen and decided it would be the best place to leave the box.

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A shiny red box with a note you forgot this, Spidey sat in the centre of the kitchen island. Having watched far too many crime shows, Peter was apprehensive about even being in the same room with it in case it were a bomb.

Natasha walked in without visibly reacting to Peter balancing on the furthest stool in his typical perch. She hummed as she read the note. "Y/N mentioned they left something for you."

"Who is Y/N?" He wasn't sure if he should be more or less comforted by her knowing the gifter.

She scoffed, "You don't know Y/N? How do you think the city magically rebuilds itself?"

"I thought that was the insurance companies..." He slid off the stool and eased the lid off, while holding the box as far away as he could. When nothing burst out, he looked inside. "My web shooters!"

You scared the kid. Natasha texted Y/N.

Oops? They replied almost immediately: Natasha was their only contact never on mute. Are you coming over tonight?

Don't I always?

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There was another attack on Christmas eve. The villains were probably hoping to catch the team off guard (but failed to account for the fact they were nearly all workaholics with no lives). So that evening Y/N made the trip over to drop off more reports so they could relax as soon as possible. But, because of the late hour almost everyone had gone home. Everyone that didn't live there.

All the office doors were locked so Y/N headed up to the party deck where the remaining team were having a little (by Tony's standards) Christmas Eve bash. A couple of agents they didn't recognise were leaving as they entered.

They recognised Steve almost immediately: he towered above almost everyone. They approached from behind, but he spun around like he sensed them. "I'm glad you could make it."

They held up a manila folder, "I called earlier to say-"

"The reports, I remember. Let me take these downstairs." And he left.

They didn't quite know what to do with themself. Suddenly, they were stuck with a crowd between them and the exit, and couldn't see anyone they knew.

"Y/N! Come join the party." Tony, with a Santa hat and wearing a wreath as a necklace, yelled from the less populated group of sofas. "Well aren't you festive." He took off his hat and put it on their head.

"Hello, Tony."

"We all know Y/N here, right?" Only Natasha, Wanda and Bucky nodded. "Shame on all of you."

Peter had a very vague memory of seeing them and floating concrete, but chalked it up to the concussion he had at the time. At Least now he knew who returned his stuff. He sipped his glass of milk and settled back to decide if they were a threat.

Other than where Steve was sitting before, every space was taken up. So, Natasha took it upon herself to embarrass Y/N and pull them onto her lap. The conversations resumed, now with Y/N awkwardly cuddled into Nat's Christmas jumper (which was red with 'Christmas jumper' over her breasts. Y/N bought it last week.)

"Hold on a moment, We can all see this, right?" Everyone turned their attention to Tony, again. "Natasha being all cuddly feely-"

"Keep running that mouth of yours, Stark, and it will be the only thing you feely."

"What does that even– never mind." One look from her – even when both were somewhat intoxicated – was enough to shut him up.

Steve rejoined the group and sat next to Bucky, who had an arm lying across the back of the sofa. Surprising some, he didn't look shocked at all. Especially when most would expect the guys from the forties to be more uncomfortable around such displays.

"You two don't look very surprised." Bruce commented.

Bucky cut in before Steve could, "How would we go on double dates if we didn't know they were dating?"

"Is this a Christmas miracle? Steve is getting boned and Nat-" She glared at him, "Is as lovely as ever."

"That's better."

After the slightly awkward reveals, the rest of the party went off without a hitch. Peter, who had progressed from milk to apple juice, managed to corner Y/N and interrogate them about their abilities.

"Do you prefer to call it materiokinetic warping or molecular manipulation? What about matter or quantum or-"

"I'm cutting you off, baby spider, you can geek out next tomorrow. Then you will have plenty of time to see how much of a nerd they are." Natasha wrapped her arm around Y/N's waist and put their empty glass on a nearby table. "Let's go to bed."

"In the tower?"

"I've got a nice, quiet room upstairs."

"Let's go!" From their tone, Natasha wasn't sure if they were more excited about seeing where she lived, or escaping the party.