[the avengers ➼ imagines]

natasha romanoff ≫ a chance at happiness

With the amount of work piling up on your desk from your boss, your stress levels had been through the roof. You just wanted to let loose and maybe enjoy yourself for once.

Once you were dressed up to the nines, you headed out of your small apartment and hailed a taxi to a bar in the city. When you arrived, you payed the taxi driver the money you owed and them headed inside the building.

The place was quite full, people were laughing and enjoying a few drinks and spending time with friends. You glanced around, looking for a seat. You headed for the unoccupied bar stool and settled there.

"One martini, please." You asked the bartender, handing him some money. He eyed you over, a filthy smirk on his face.

"Anything for you." You scoffed at his behaviour. Typical.

You turned around to face the bar, eyeing up the people. Not in a stalker sense more in a make sure there's nobody you know kind of sense.

Your eyes stopped on a woman at the other end of the bar, sitting sipping her red wine. Her red hair was curled to perfection, falling perfectly just below her shoulders. Her deep red lipstick stained the top of the wine glass as she sipped from it.

She looked up and her eyes made contact with your own. You turned away, blushing. She had caught you eyeing her up.

You picked up your martini, the bartender must have sat it down whilst you were entranced with the woman at the end of the bar.

For the next 20 minutes, you say sneaking glances in her direction, making sure not to let her catch your stare. Unbeknownst to you, she was doing the exact same thing but she was a lot better at hiding it.

When you turned back around, she was gone. At first your heart sank with sadness, mad at yourself that she had left before you had had the confidence to introduce yourself. Your mood quickly lifted, though, as you caught sight of her heading towards the bathroom.

Your eyes travelled up and down her body. Her leopard print, body-con dress stuck to every single one of her curves. She had the perfect hour glass figure. Her tall slender legs looked amazing in her heels. You turned away, scared she might turn around and see you creepily eyeing her up.

She returned a few minutes later, finding her way back to the bar but this time she sat herself in the empty bar stool beside you. For a few minutes you were silent, unsure of you should strike a conversation or if you should just ignore your attraction towards the red headed woman.

You turned to her, surprised to find her eyes already trained on your face. It was almost as if she was studying you.

"Can I help?" You asked, glancing from her to the drink in your hands. Your heart beat increased as she crossed her legs over, her dress riding up her legs.

"Why have you been staring at me?" Your eyes widened, a blush trailing your neck and onto your cheeks.

"Uh-I-um." You mentally cursed at yourself for stuttering. "I wasn't?" You asked more than answered.

"I saw you." Her voice was smooth and very strong. There was a hint of an accent other than American but you couldn't really tell which.

You were so embarrassed that she had caught you staring. You were so sure that you had been secretive.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable." You mumbled, averting your eyes from her stare.

"Don't apologise. I just thought that maybe you were t-" The woman stopped herself from going on, obviously fearing she would have said something she shouldn't.

You hesitated on wether to ask the woman for a drink or not, unsure if she was interested in your or not. She may not even be interested in women, how were you supposed to know? You just settled with asking her for her name.

"What's your name?"

She hesitated almost as if she was scared to reveal it. "Natasha Romanoff." Her reply was low, almost a whisper, as if she didn't want anyone else to hear.

"Lovely name. I'm (Y/N)." You held out your hand for her to shake. She returned the gesture, her skin was soft as it came into contact with your own, tingles travelled up your arm.

"Are you with anyone tonight?" You didn't want to seem nosy or like you were prying but you wanted to find out if the woman, Natasha, was taken.

"No. Just myself. How about you? She asked.

"Me too, I was hoping maybe to meet someone, you know? My works really stressful and I really wanted to take relax and have some 'me time'."

"I understand what you mean." Natasha nodded her heading in understanding. "So have you seen any cute guys yet?"

"Oh-uh..." You looked away, not sure if you should mention your interest in women, not men. "I'm uh, actually interested in woman."

There was silence for a few moment. You were sure she was now probably intimidated. She probably thought you were weird now, she's probably straight.

"What a coincidence." You looked up at her, confused.

"Huh?"

"Me too." You were shocked, she was interested in women too? So maybe, just maybe, you have a chance with her?

Before you could speak, her wrist watch started bleeping. She glanced down at it, eyes widening.

"I have to go." She picked up her handbag off the bar, pulling out a piece of paper and scribbling on it quickly.

"But please," she leaned in, pressing a light kiss to the side of your cheek, slipping you the piece of paper. "call me."

With that she left. You glanced down at the small piece of paper. She'd written a number, most likely hers. You grinned, happy that you finally might have a chance at happiness.

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Okay so this was requested by clairesgrady . I hope you enjoy it and I hope that it's like what you wanted. I'll have your second request up probably tomorrow, thank you for requesting!