Get Off My Case (NATASHA ROMANOFF Oneshot)

Get Off My Case

"Goodnight, Y/N. I had a lot of fun," Natasha said as she hugged you.

"Thanks for hanging out with me today, I know you like alone time on your days off. Do you maybe want to have lunch with me tomorrow during your break?" you said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Natasha widened her eyes once your lips met her cheek slammed the door in a state of panic then rushed to her room.

You pursed your lips and nodded, stuffing your hands in your pockets. "Oh sure, Y/N. I'd love to. By the way, I'm totally just leading you on and," you mimicked her voice as you turned on the balls of your feet, making your way to your car.

Wanda and Victor sat at the table, processing exactly what happened and sighed before deciding to take action.

"Rock, paper, scissors to see who deals with that?" Victor asked and Wanda agreed.

Wanda groaned once she lost, but she was glad that it was her instead Victor anyway.

She quietly opened the door and poked her head through, "Nat? Are you okay?"

Natasha looked up at him from underneath her bed sheets and groaned.

"I'm going to take that as a no?" Wanda asked as she sat on the bed.

Natasha sat up, hugging her knees to her chest with her sheets still around her shoulders, "I don't know if I'm okay, Wanda. Y/N makes me feel weird."

"What do you mean? I thought things were going great on your dates."

"They aren't dates! We're just two gals being pals! Y'know, hanging out, holding hands, cuddling, gazing into each others eyes in nice silences when we're having dinner... all the time," She pulled the sheets over her head again to hide her face, red from blushing, "they aren't dates, okay?"

"Natasha Romanova, you are clearly in love with Y/N," Wanda said while attempting to pull the covers off.

Natasha struggled to fight against Wanda's advances of removing the bed sheet. "Don't be ridiculous! I vowed to never fall in love again after Clint and Bruce. I learned my lesson already. This is probably just a passing phase."

"Nat, who do you think you're kidding? She is obviously not like Clint. He went off and married another woman, so what? And Bruce? He was an ass for not wanting to be with you just because you're infertile?" She asked, still fighting back, "adoption is a very great option!"

"You just had to go and say it, huh?" Natasha finally gave up and sat there, pouting. "I've been there. I've done all that love stuff, and you know what I realized? No man is worth the aggravation, Wanda!"

"Do you even hear yourself? Y/N isn't a man! She's a lady, so just admit you're in love!"

"Nope! I won't say it. I refuse to say it."

"Girl, don't be proud. It's okay that you're in love."

Natasha shook her head, "I'm done arguing with you tonight Wanda. I have work tomorrow, and I need my sleep."

"Whatever Nat. Deny it all you want, but I can see right through you," Wanda said before closing her door as she exited her room.

"Mblegh! Screw you," Natasha yelled, throwing a pillow at the door. She threw herself back and laid there, staring at the ceiling. Thoughts of you filled her thoughts, and she felt her stomach flutter the more she did. She grabbed a pillow and held it over her face, groaning into it. "Get a grip, girl, unless you're dying to cry your heart for the third time," she said to herself.

You smiled as you entered the office and said good morning to everyone before you reached your desk. As you settled down, taking off your coat to hang it on the back of your seat, someone's feet came across your vision. With a sigh you looked up and smiled at Natasha, "Hey, good morning. Did you need something?" You sat down and started logging in.