natasha romanoff x fem!reader one-shots

⑱+ 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

a/n: (requested) based on billie eilish's "lunch"; you're a pop culture girlie and natasha is the complete opposite

warnings: smut (fingering, r receiving), alcohol, tony being a bitch, age gap (r is in her 20s, n in her 30s)

Press conferences aren't your thing. They aren't Natasha's, either. But when the Avengers cause a whole building to collapse in on itself, there's more than enough damage control to do.

It's Tony who makes you handle it. He has experience with your work — one time, when he caused some huge scandal by doing nothing but being himself, you swooped in and magically fixed his image.

Fast-talking, unbothered, quippy. Speedy at cleaning up after him when he mouthed off once more, excellent at keeping him in check even during interviews and speeches. Too good to let go, he hired you. Now that the Avengers, him included, are in trouble, he decided it's you who should handle this as well.

High heels clack on smooth tiles. The iced matcha in your hand gets dangerously close to spilling with each step. There's an iPad tucked under your arm and a pair of sunglasses pushed up into your hair.

"You blew up a building", you say, steps getting quicker the closer to the huge double doors you get. "How does that happen?"

"It wasn't me", Tony says. He snaps his fingers at his security guard, who immediately leaps forward to open the doors for you. "Some kind of accident, you know. Collateral damage."

"You injured five people."

"Yes, and everyone else survived because we evacuated it in time."

"There's a daycare on the first two floors. Two kids are in the hospital."

You both step into a huge hall that feels more like a pressure cooker than anything else. Rows of reporters, camera crews, studio lights shining down at you like it's the Met Gala. Cameras flash when they notice Tony step in, but you quickly make your way to the raised stage.

You spot the others quickly. They're standing in a crooked half circle, some crossing their arms and others tucking their hands into the pockets of their pants.

All of them get a once-over from you, but Natasha is the only one your eyes linger on. Her makeup is subtle, as is her outfit. It's elegant, though. Sleek, gorgeous. The black clothes pair well with her lipstick of choice.

What you get in return is nothing more but a short glance, then she turns back to Clint and mumbles something. You raise your eyebrows but don't comment on it. Instead, you turn back to Tony.

"Alright, you lead the conversation. Nobody else talks unless directly spoken to. Just repeat what I told you in the car", you say, waving an assistant closer without looking at him. "Here are flashcards. Read them, but don't use them during the press conference."

"We know the drill", Natasha says somewhat gently. You give her a wink and hand her the flashcards.

"Not the way I do. Go sit down. Don't sweat, don't stutter, don't embarrass yourselves. You'll end up all over Twitter otherwise."

Clint salutes, Steve offers you a brief smile. Natasha starts making her way upstage as well, but you step in front of her and shake your head. She freezes when you start straightening her collar.

"There, much better", you say, glancing at her. She's glaring. "Put that scowl away. It makes people nervous."

"That's not a bad thing."

"It is when there's cameras", you say smoothly. You offer her a smile and her jaw ticks. "Though those seem to love you. Now go and make sure Thor doesn't improvise."