"How was the meeting?" Natasha asked by way of greeting.
Your eyes flashed as you stormed passed her, the memory of that unbelievably stifling room full of all those unbelievably stifling people making you feel murderous. "I wanted to stab everyone."
"Don't get blood on your dress," Natasha chimed as she flipped a page of her mission report with a graceful flick of her wrist. "We have another meeting in ten minutes."
You didn't hesitate to lean over and place a great smacking kiss on her cheek. "I love you for enabling me."
Natasha tensed.
You pulled away, brows knitted together. Then you realized... Oh. Oh god.
"I didn't... I'm not—" You swallowed the lump in your throat. "You don't have to say it back."
You two had been dating for two months now, and though you had been an Avenger for four times that long and knew you were in love with her long before you began dating, neither of you had said those three words.
"Seriously, Nat." You willed your voice not to shake. "It's—it's okay. Don't worry about—"
And then Natasha had her arms around you, her lips pressed to yours. Home, you thought. This was home. She was home.
"For someone who's supposed to be a genius," she began after pulling away, "you really are brainless sometimes." Her emerald eyes were glittering.
"I love you," you said again. The words felt like they were torn out of you, painful to say given your history with people you cared about, but a relief none the less.
"I love you," Natasha said back.
Three words. And yet they made all the difference.
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