COMPLETED!
For all those who saw Endgame and had their heart ripped out, this is for you.
Imagines of Natasha Romanoff.
Fluff.
Angst.
Gif.
Smut. (No longer taking smut requests as of 12/18/19)
(GxG , G!p)
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Requested by: Anon
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YOUR POV
"One large dark, bitter, disgusting coffee to start the day." I smiled at my best friend as I handed her the mug.
Nat shoved me with her shoulder, giggling as she brought the cup to her lips and took a long sip.
"Thank you." Nat pecked my cheek.
"You're welcome," I blushed and scratched the back of my neck, "so do you have any plans today?"
"Besides training and then I have to go and pick up Clint's cake he ordered for his wife's birthday."
"I can go pick up the cake, it's no trouble." I shrugged nonchalantly.
"Really? It's a far drive."
"Yeah I don't mind." I smiled.
"Thank you, y/n." Nat hugged me briefly before bidding her goodbyes.
[...]
NATASHAS POV
"You know, y/n really likes you." Clint chuckled breathlessly as he unwrapped his hands and stuffed the boxing tape in his bag.
"She does not." I rolled my eyes playfully.
"Really? That girl would do anything for you!"
"Whatever you say Barton."
"You don't believe me." Clint sighed before pulling out his phone.
"What are you doing?" I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Ringing y/n. It's on speaker."
"What's up Clint?" Y/ns voice rang through the speaker.
"Do you think you could go and pick nat up some food? She texted me and I can't." Clint lied.
"Sure, does she want her usual from that little Mexican restaurant?"
I smiled in happiness knowing that she remembers my order and knows exactly what I'm craving.
"Yeah. Thanks y/n."
Soon the phone conversation ended and Clint smirked at me.
"See my point?"
"No." I crossed my arms over my chest, "You get me good all the time I don't see what the big deal is."
"Yeah but I don't know your order off the top of my head! Y/n would do anything for you because she likes you!"
[...]
So maybe the others had a point that y/n liked me and that scared me. I wasn't good with my feelings and expressing them to someone I also seemed to have liked was hard.
"Thanks for the coffee." I smiled at y/n who handed me my morning coffee, said woman taking a sip of her own.
"You're welcome." Y/n nodded.
"Do you have any plans today?" I asked.
"Nope. Whatcha got in mind Romanoff?" Y/n leaned against the counter and took another sip of her coffee.
