AVENGERS ONESHOTS (requests are closed)

Secrets ~ Natasha Romanoff

Request- part two of "Red Room" where we get into detail about Nat and Readers relationship

-The Black Widow movie was supposed to come out when this one-shot was posted-

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Warnings- language, there is a lesbian and mentions of a gay relationship, if this topic makes you uncomfortable please leave

Words- 3460

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"Clint, what the hell were you doing in the vents?" you ask as you get up from Natasha's grasp. Her face was tinted red in embarrassment as you both were just caught in the act. "Peter and I were playing hide and go seek. I was gonna hide under Nat's bed because Peter is scared of her, but I guess not, " he says and rubs the shoulder he fell on.

There was an awkward silence that made the room stuffy. "How long has this been going on?" he asks and goes over to Natasha, giving her a playful jab in the ribs, "I didn't know you were into girls, "

Natasha scowls and pushes him away. "Only a few months, now don't go ruining it, " she says and tries to regain her composure from the embarrassing moment. It wasn't that she was embarrassed about being with you. She was just very conservative about who she kept very close. She kept you very close and she feared that if the team knows, you two will drift apart.

Clint raises his eyebrows and sighs as he brings over her vanity chair. "Alright, good talk, " he says as he reaches back up to the vent, "This will be interesting to tell the team, " he says and Natasha gasps, startling you as she almost shouts, "No, don't!" 

You and Clint freeze and look at her curiously. Natasha now even more embarrassed at her sudden outburst. "Just, um, I want to tell them myself, " she says and gulps. She put her hands in her back pockets and rubbed them against her hips. You look suspiciously at her gestures. But, Clint was oblivious and nodded, "Roger that, Romanoff, " he says and climbs back into the vents.

She moved her chair back to where it belonged and froze when she caught you staring at her with knitted brows and squinted eyes. Your head tilted to the right as you tried to figure out what she was hiding. "Well, that was awkward, " she says and attempts to brush it off. But, you pay no mind to her words. You are more focused on her hands.

"You put your hands in your back pockets, " you pointed out and she also knitted her brows in confusion. "Yeah, so?" she asks and then puts her hands in front of her. You tsk and shake your head softly. "If you are anything like the person you were trained to be. You would never put your hands in your back pockets. It restricts your reactions and reflexes, " you say, "Madame B hated that trait of you because you would always do it when you were nervous. Why were you so nervous right now?" you ask and she lets out of a puff of breath from her nose that was meant to represent a small burst of laughter but wasn't strong enough to erupt from her chest.

"It's was nothing. Just Clint kinda catching us red-handed like that made me a little uncomfortable, " she says and you hum, "What about that little outburst. 'No'? Natasha, you never burst out like that. What were you so nervous about?"

She sighs and stands up, holding your hands. "Nothing, I've changed a lot since the Red Room. I'm no longer that little machine Madame B would tinker with. I'm the Black Widow, an Avenger, " she says and you shake your head. "Please, Natasha. You know where a Widow is born. You can take the girl out of the room, but you can't that the room out of the girl. Especially when she is a Widow. I too am a Widow. Along with hundreds of other girls, "

Her lips form a tight line. "You need to relax. You were always so analytical. I promise nothing is wrong. I just don't want us to become a rumor, " she says and kisses you. You go to counter her, but she was like a poison. Almost hypnotic, she swayed you into her blissful romance and took yours from your thoughts and into her hands. Mindless, but not in a brainwashing way. Like a robotic way, a way that makes you want more.