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“Do you remember the tricks I taught you for when someone attacks you from behind?” Natasha’s raspy voice rang throughout the empty corridor. “The leg wrap-around trick is a very crucial advantage; there is no room for error when using it. Have you perfected it because if not, we need to go train before you leave?” It wasn’t unlikely for her to bombard you with questions before a mission. You were still considered the newbie even after being on the team for two years. However, the amount of questions she’d ask you has increased since it would be your first solo mission.

You strode down the hallways, responding to her questions with either a simple yes Natasha or a quiet mhm. There were a couple of times where you would explain some of the moves in detail, hoping it would satisfy the nervousness within her. Sadly that did not work because the questions kept coming. Usually, you could handle Nat's weighted concern when it came to missions, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little overwhelmed. You turned around to face her once you made it to the foyer, her arms crossed over her chest, her nails were digging crescent moons into her skin, and her lip began to swell a little from her excessive biting habit when she’s anxious. You felt a slight pain in your chest when you saw the hint of fear hidden in her beautiful green eyes. Leaving your suitcase near the elevator and walking towards Nat, you unhook her hands from her arms and hold them tightly in your own.

“I promise you that I will be fine, Natasha.” You said while maintaining eye contact as a way to help her believe you. “I won’t be out in the field much for this one, but when I am, I will use every last trick that you taught me. Okay, Natty?!” A pink hue began to appear on her cheeks when you called her Natty. She would have punched anyone who called her that, but she couldn’t help but find it cute coming from you.

“Is Natasha Romanoff or shall I say black widow, blushing?” You teased, snickering at the familiar eye roll you received. “Shut up. Just come back in one piece, idiot.” She hit your arm playfully, shaking her head before pulling you into a tight embrace. “Will do Ms.Widow, but I won’t make it there alive if you keep squeezing me like this.” You faked gasping for air, earning yourself a pinch to the side.

“That was rude of you. My skin is very fragile.” You whined while rubbing the pain away from your side.

“You’ll live, before I forget here, have this as extra protection.” She pulled out her favorite customized Glock 26 and laid it in your hand. A spider web was wrapped around the grip with a spider on it with the word widow engraved on the slide. “I- you can’t let me use this. This one is your favorite. Why would you let me borrow it?” You stood there shocked and confused. She never lets anyone even come close to touching her precious weapons, so why was she letting you?

“I’ll feel better knowing that you have an extra weapon that I trust with you. I am also trusting that you won’t lose it. ” A soft smile appeared on her plump lips while observing you admire the gun in your hands. “I'm happy you trust me enough to use your gun. I promise to take good care of it.” You gave her one last hug before checking your watch. “I’ve got to head out now if I want to make it to my destination on time. I’ll see you again in a week or two.” You finish saying your goodbyes before hopping on the elevator, excited for your first solo mission.

***

You gasped and held your chest as you opened the door to your bedroom, not expecting to see Nat sitting on your bed. “Fuck Natasha you scared me.” Now completely in your room, you start to unpack your suitcase, halting when you feel hands on your shoulders turning you around. “Are you okay? Did the mission go well? You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?” The questions flowed from her mouth like the rushing water of a waterfall. You disrupted her movements when she began to lift your sleeves, turning your limbs in different directions to see if you were scratch and scar-free.

“Natasha, I am fine. The mission went well. I went unharmed, so you can stop worrying.” You giggled a little before going to grab a pair of nightclothes and a towel. “If you'll excuse me, I’m going to take a shower now. We can watch a movie and talk about the parts that I can share when I get out.” You kiss her cheek and rub her shoulder before heading to your bathroom. Oblivious to the way her heart fluttered and the red tent that went from her neck and traveled to her cheeks.

After your shower, you head to the living room, room where you see Nat sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and a blanket while mindlessly scrolling through Netflix. “Whatcha thinking about?” You asked as you plopped down next to her, spreading the blanket around the both of you. “Oh, um nothing important. What movie do you want to watch?”

“I heard “the harder they fall,” the was good!” You grabbed the bowl of popcorn, already starting to munch on it. “The harder they fall it is then.” Throughout the movie, you had noticed that nat wasn't focused on it. You had asked her multiple times if she wanted to change it or if something was bothering her. The only answer you got back was a no I'm good. After it went off, Natasha stood up, ready to leave, but you pulled her back down on the couch.

“Natalia Alianovna Romanoff, you are not leaving the room until you tell me what’s wrong.” Your voice was soft yet stern. Natasha couldn’t help but find it attractive whenever you would use that voice. She stared at you while determining what to do in this situation. It didn’t take long because her body chose. One moment you were having a staring contest the next, you felt her warm breath over your lips, giving you the chance to pull away in case you didn’t reciprocate the same feelings towards her. You gently placed your hands around her face, closing the rest of the distance between you. You both hummed into the kiss, only breaking apart to take a breather. You had rested your foreheads against each other’s when out of the blue you started giggling.

Confusion was written all over Nat’s face when she pulled away to look at you. “Why are you giggling?” You took a deep breath before saying, “I have wanted to do that for so long. Now that I have, I don’t know what to do with all of the emotions!” Natasha thought you were the most adorable person she had ever met after hearing your confession. “I’ve wanted to do that too. I’m hoping that we can continue doing it after our date tomorrow.” She started getting up as she said this, gathering the bowl and blanket, heading for the kitchen. You followed behind, “what date?”

“The one that I’m taking you out on. Be ready by 7 pm tomorrow. You can dress casually.”

“When were you going to tell me about this?” You glared at her, crossing your arms.

“Just now. Also, you can keep my gun. It looks better with you than it does me.” She kisses your forehead before heading off to her room.

“Oh my fucking god, I’ve got myself a date!” You shriek as you walk to your room, passing Steve on your way.

“Language,” he says to which you reply with a half meaningful sorry cap, too giddy to care about anything else besides tomorrow night.

The light sounds of humming could be heard throughout the first floor of the academy gaining the attention of a certain supreme. She had thought she was the only one there seeing as the girls decided they wanted to go shopping today. Her curiosity peaked leading her to the decision of investigating the sound. She followed the melody like a victim of a siren only the owner of said voice wasn’t a siren but rather an angel. Her angel. She found you hanging up a led pumpkin garland on the mantal of the fireplace in the living room. So far you’ve changed the throw pillows from black to orange and red, hung up an autumn leaf reef above the fireplace, and placed a lantern with a candle inside in the middle of the table surrounded by leaves.

The room smelled of vanilla, apple and cinnamon, adding to the comforting feeling the decorations had brought to the once minimalistic room. You bent down to grab something from one of the many boxes and Cordelia would be lying if she said didn’t enjoy the new view you had presented to her. It was as if you had read her mind because the first words that were spoken were an “Are you enjoying the view, Ms.Supreme?” She could practically hear the smirk on your face and her cheeks began to get warmer as she realized that you knew she was there the whole time. The next song started playing from your pumpkin speaker giving her a better idea on how to answer that.

‘You’re just too good to be true. Can’t take my eyes off of you’ She walked towards you slowly and you admired how angelic she looked with the warm tones reflecting off her golden locks. ‘You’d be like heaven to touch’ she held out her hand as a silent invitation that you gladly accepted. ‘I wanna hold you so much’ she pulled you into her body, draping an arm around your waist. ‘At long last, love has arrived’ you placed a stray hair behind her ear, captivated by the golden flakes that shone in her gorgeous chestnut brown eyes. ‘And I thank god I’m alive’ she stole a short kiss before winking at you and twirling you around bringing your back to her front and you clasped your hands together with hers. ‘You’re just too good to be true’ she peppered kisses on the top of your head, wallowing in the refreshing scent of your shampoo. ‘Can’t take my eyes off of you’ whispering those words into your ear while tightening her hold a little more, sending a chill down your spine.