IronWidow fanfiction: Time Bomb

One

Natasha's sharp eyes scanned the file, picking out the details that would be essential for her mission. Her mission was to protect Tony Stark, the arrogant genius, from his enemies. She was going to be on duty constantly. When he slept, she slept. When he ate, she ate. When he showered, she showered. She couldn't leave him alone for more than two minutes and that was for the toilet.

"All set, Agent Romanoff?" Coulson asked her politely. She nodded, setting down the file onto the car seat then opened the door. She took a deep breath and shut it behind her, leaving herself in front of the mansion in Malibu and Coulson sat in the drivers seat of the car, smiling at her. "Have fun," he said.

"I will," she replied with the cold smile of a shark. He drove off and she knocked on the front door. It took a few minutes but eventually, Tony opened it. Natasha looked him up and down, evaluating the mess he was in. Messed up hair, alert and bright eyes, red cheeks, sweaty, wearing just a pair of pyjama pants that he probably threw on hastily a few minutes before because they were inside out, suggesting they'd been taken off without a care of setting them straight.

"Natasha, hey," Tony said. Heavy breaths, she noticed and smirked. Walking in, she looked around the room. A dress lay discarded on the floor and two half-empty glasses of champagne stood on a table near an almost full champagne bottle. The girl was quite easy; to get into bed with a man after half a glass of champagne.
Tony touched her shoulder. He had followed her in, shutting the door in the process. "Listen, I've kind of got a guest," he said sheepishly.

"I'm not allowed to leave your side," Natasha stated. She took her leather jacket off and draped it neatly over an armchair. "Tell your guest goodbye. Where is Agent Copper? I thought she was meant to be watching you this morning until I got here."

"Um..." Tony said. A door opened and Agent Copper came out. Natasha looked at her. Messy hair, as red-faced and sweaty as Tony and wearing one of his shirts.

Natasha narrowed her eyes. "Agent," she said coldly. Agent Copper looked terrified. Natasha didn't care if she sounded or looked judgemental. She was judgemental. She was judging the agent because she had hopped into bed with her assignment after half a glass of weak alcohol and let herself be led astray by the fact that the billionaire could sometimes be a certain kind of charming.

"Nata-" she began then stopped. "Sorry. Agent Romanoff, please, don't tell the senior agents-"

"I won't," Natasha said. "I'll tell the director himself. This is a top priority mission and you might have compromised it by being an easy slut and hopping into bed after five minutes."

Agent Copper sobbed slightly, slid on her dress over the shirt and picking up her overnight bag, said a hasty goodbye to Tony then left. Natasha waited until her car had gone before turning on him. "What the hell was that, Stark?"

"That was a bit harsh," he countered. "Easy slut was my favourite bit though."

"That shouldn't have happened," she told him with a frown. "Agent Copper should have known better than to fall for your seductions."

"So you won't fall in love with me?"

"Love is for children," Natasha said.

"People say I'm childish," he grinned. "And you are beautiful."

"I have tricked more dangerous men into bed with me then after interrogating them, I have killed them." Natasha glared as she saw Tony's eyes move from her face to her chest and back. "Tread lightly, Stark."

"Thank you for the warning, Romanoff," Tony replied. He stepped closer to her, his smirk never leaving his face but not quite lighting up his dull eyes. "But I think you need it more than me."