And Then I Wrote Marvel

Prompt 4

4. "For some reason, I'm attracted to you."
bff!Natasha x Reader

How many times would you defer to this game on game night? Sure, it was a drama club favorite that you had brought with you, but it wasn't something that was meant to be played constantly. You weren't very good at it, so that didn't help your position on it.

Bucky walked around the circle for the fifth time that night. He was surprisingly bad at this game for the superspy that he was. He strolled at a comfortable pace, searching everyone's faces for the easiest victim. Why did he stop at you? You were doing really well today. Two other people had approached you and been beaten.

He came around to your back and set his chin on your shoulder. "Honey," he began quietly, "I love you, and if you love me, will you please--" he grabbed your wrist and spun you quickly into his arms, where your noses were barely an inch apart. His voice grew very deep and gravelly, like he was doing a Batman impression, as he said, "Smile?"

You were on the brink of smiling, but you broke eye contact to recompose yourself, rolling your eyes. "Honey, I love you," you started. Bucky raised his eyebrows comically, and you lost it. "But I just can't--gah! Smile!" you exclaimed, laughing.

Bucky slapped your back. "Into the center with you, punk!" he called.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going," you said. You began your walk of shame around the circle, searching out your target. Steve was pretty good at this, but only one person in the circle could break him, and that wasn't you. Tony was like stone, today was one of Wanda's good days, Vision was disqualified indefinitely, Bruce broke if someone so much as thought about walking up to him, and that was no fun. He was more of a last resort.

Then you saw Natasha. She was staring holes in the ground, and biting her lip so hard that it looked like it was drawing blood. You smirked and walked seductively toward her. Her breath quickened, and she refused to look up at you.

You grabbed her hands from where they were clenched tightly behind her back, and held them tightly in yours. They were freezing. You pressed her cold fingers up against your face to warm them up. She hated going into the circle, and it looked like you just might drag her in.

"Honey," you spoke through your squished mouth. "For some reason, I'm attracted to you."

That was all you had to say before she broke, laughing so hard that she coughed and snorted. "You caught me on a bad day, you jerk!" she cried. "I hate you so much, oh my gosh!"

"You know that you love me somewhere in that cold black void of yours," you teased, scrunching up your nose and blowing a fake kiss at her.

She pretended to catch it, throw it on the ground, and stomp on it violently. "You're the actual worst, you know that, (Y/N)?"

"I try, Tasha, I try."