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creds to: galaxyalycia (ig)

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fuck, she can just talk all throughout the ride and still be as beautiful as ever. fuck.

carol danvers has never met anyone like one natasha romanoff in her how many years of existence. she constantly juggles back and forth from earth to space, be the hero that she is, and yet no one has ever caught her attention like how the red head did it.

"okay, so our disguises will only get us so far before we get questioned and..."

damn, the view carol has right now. how natasha delicately moves her mouth to speak and still look divine as ever. it all seemed to be in a slow motion for the blonde.

nat is beautiful. god, she sure is. probably the most beautiful in carol's eyes, and trust her, she has seen different kinds of beings from all walks of life in earth or space, and she has never seen anyone incredibly fascinating like natasha.

those enticing green eyes, they really weren't kidding when they said that the eyes are the windows to one's soul, 'cause natasha's are ones carol would like to connect with. the curves of her face, carol would like to memorize them by running her finger all over. and that perfectly symmetrical pink lips of natasha? jesus, carol is one inch away of putting hers over that. and natasha's body, just like the goddesses in the books carol has read.

but natasha isn't just perfect looks. no, carol would feel ashamed to entitle her admiration for nat like that. natasha is so much more than the fascinatingly intimidating russian goddess that she is.

nat is an angel, the most caring person she's ever met. very thoughtful, carol remembered the third time she visited earth very surprised to be welcomed with a feast of thai food natasha prepared. the red head said she remembered how carol loved it when she introduced it to the blonde.

nat is very intelligent and skillful. this russian spy never fails to amaze our dear captain marvel every damn time. carol felt somewhat thankful to have the decision on accepting fury's offer to join s.h.i.e.l.d., for she can witness the best spy in the world in action, in the name of natasha romanoff.

yet natasha is the softest person carol perceived to be compared to others. behind that intimidating facade, you can find one natasha romanoff eating her favorite peanut butter sandwich peacefully, probably four times a day. and carol find that pretty adorable on her red head crush.

yes, carol can totally label her admiration for natasha as crush. this photon blasting hero of ours is all heart motherfucking eyes for natasha. and in those very moments, she forgets everything and just focus on how fascinating natasha is to her.

just like now.

"carol?"

carol probably looks like an idiot smiling at natasha like that.

"hey carol! are you even listening?"

carol felt like she was being splashed a bucket full of water. "hm, what? uh---yes! definitely listening nat, go on!"

natasha smirked. "what did i just say?"

"uh... you said... that if i wear this silly-looking hat i wouldn't blow up our disguises?" carol showed her teethed smile hoping she got it right. she sure as hell wasn't listening.

the red head just chuckled. "so close, danvers."

carol just shakes her head in embarrassment for being caught by her so called crush.

she heard natasha sigh as it eventually spoke. "you know what? you can totally cut that shit of yours lovingly staring at me like that the whole damn time and just ask me out on a date. i might say yes."

the red head smirked at the blonde. in which the latter turned pure silent in the passenger's seat.

natasha noticed the lagging of carol to decipher what's happening so she went all the way with it, wanting to tease carol even more.

"alright then! i'll pick you up tonight by 7, yeah?"

carol remained dead silent but now with her eyes widening.

this made natasha giggle. "you're cute when you're speechless, danvers."