Oneshots

Papparazzi

song fic

Carol Danvers; Hollywood actress, feminist, and activist. She was used to the spot light and everything that came with fame. Sometimes the fame was overwhelming, yes, but she never quite cared for the occasional surprise paparazzi. Usually, if you took enough care to not disclose where you were going, you had time to be there. Unfortunately, this was an unusual day. Today was an off-day, there was nothing to attend, shoot, or any contracts to look over. So when a small paparazzi showed up at her hotel, she was surprised. Small paparazzis were expected, and can mostly be avoided. Huge ones were usually easy to spot and therefore, also easy to avoid. But occasionally, a huge one would break out in an instant, leaving no one anytime to react.

The group was about 200 photographers, and about 100 Drama TV channels with reporters talking to their camera crew. Even through everyone, Carol spotted a reporter from NYCorner, one of the most accurate drama magazines. The reporter was very well know, her fiery red hair stood out against everyone else's blonde and brown. She made eye contact with her, the red head smirked, and disappeared back into the crowd.

Carol took a deep breath, she hadn't realized that she was holding it while looking at the woman. She didn't know much about the woman except for her name. Natasha Romanoff was one of the most successful journalists in the world, all of her articles were real and had evidence. Her pictures and videos were her own, always stood out from the everyone else's. Everything about Natasha was unique. She didn't dress like a reporter either, she was always dressed in skinny jeans and a leather jacket like it would bother her to dress in anything differently.

Natasha was everywhere Carol went, and it made her even more interesting because of that. Sure, her first plan was to have a good time in New York, but now Natasha seemed more interesting. She spotted her in the crowd again, closer to the front than last time. They made eye contact again. Natasha raised an eyebrow at Carol.

Carol smirks, mouths, "315", and turns around to enter back into the hotel she's staying in.

Much to the paparazzi's chagrin, she left without a word to them, or posing for any pictures.

In her room, she unbuttons some of the top buttons of her form-fitting pant suit. She called the people at the front desk for their best bottle of Red Wine, and asked them to send any red heads that asked for room 315 to be sent up, No questions.

30 minutes later, she hears one of the hotels assistants outside her door, opening it and letting whoever was here in. She turned to thank the person and waved them off. Natasha stood in the doorway with her foot on the side of the frame. She pushed off with her foot a strode over to Carol where she was now holding the wine glasses in her hands.

Natasha delicately but quickly takes it from Carol, setting her cherry red lips on the rim of the glass before slightly tipping it back and sipping the drink slightly. She sets it down, and watched Carol drink some as well.

"It's a pleasure to be here Ms.Danvers, but I have to ask. Why little ol' me?"

"I find you interesting Ms.Romanoff. Is that good enough for you?", Carol queries. She smiles slightly, up at Natasha.

The corners of Natasha's lips pull up for a second, "Call me Natasha", she offers a hand.

Carol takes it, "Carol".

"What's so interesting about me then, Carol?"

"You happen to be the only journalist that's not a damn fool. I think that's good enough in my books"

"I believe that means i should be thanking you?"

"Oh, on the contrary. It's I who should be thanking you Natasha. How could I ever repay you?", Carol's voice became more and more teasing as she went on.

Natasha only smirked back, "No, it's my pleasure. Don't go out of your way for me."

Carol sat down her glass of wine and made her way behind Natasha. Natasha could feel her eyes going up and down her body.

Carol sat her head in-between Natasha' shoulder blades, dancing her fingers over her hips.

"Your pleasure is my pleasure. I don't out of my way for just anyone Romanoff. And I certainly don't go out of my way to only get pleasure for one of us. "