Natasha Romanoff Imagines

"You're a good dancer."

"Why can't I get this part?" I sighed loudly and sat down on the couch. I was running through choreography for my show tomorrow and I was having extreme difficulty with one part. 

I stood back up and turned the music on. Dancing in the Stark Tower was extremely relaxing, the view of the New York skyline was perfect inspiration. 

Finally, the tough part came up. I took a deep breath and jumped up into the air, performing the best Pas de Chat I've ever done. 

I landed and smiled. 

"Yes! Finally!" I yelled and jumped as someone came into the room. It was just Natasha. 

"Practicing?" She asked softly and walked up to me. 

"Yep. I finally got the jump!" I exclaimed. "Took me long enough." I added. 

"You'll do great tomorrow." Natasha pulled me in for a kiss and pulled me down onto the couch. She sat there with me for awhile, just stroking my hair and talking. 

I love her. 

A/N: This is badly written but people seem to like the others so here you go!