May the Black Widow take you out (for dinner)

Natasha Romanoff + riding bikes.

Wordcount: 1524

Warnings: death, funeral

Summary: A boring night of mission report writing with your girlfriend Natasha and your friend Clint takes an unexpected turn.

A/N: Inspired by Max Richter’s On The Nature of Daylight, my weird mood after watching the Arrival and my constant insatiable hunger for angst. To amp up the hurt, I highly recommend listening to the song while reading.

“This job will be the death of me one day.”

Natasha hums and holds up a finger, chewing on the end of her pen. Clint just grunts, not even bothering to answer you as he stuffs another slice of pizza in his mouth. You crinkle your nose - you’re a messy eater, but that boy can be downright nasty. Laying your head on your forearms and resting your eyes for a moment, you sigh. Being a SHIELD agent is all fun and games for an adrenaline junkie like you and your esteemed colleagues, but eventually, when the fieldwork runs out and the paperwork catches up with you (along with threatening messages from Director Fury to deliver your reports on time), you don’t feel like it’s all that amusing anymore. Being stuck at HQ on a Saturday night at 11 pm isn’t your idea of fun. You ignore your badly typed up report in front of you as you gaze at your girlfriend expectantly, mouthing “entertain me” when she finally looks up. She rolls her eyes but smiles, her computer screen lighting up her face, lending her an almost ethereal glow. Natasha has always been an otherworldly phenomenon for you and probably always will be.

Natasha Romanoff

Some casual peggy x nat content because they are my fav rarepair.

I ship them v much 

oops more Nat and Peggy because i’m still very much in love with them. 

ngl these two together are *chef kiss* and they send me into a gay panic 

i think that’s overstating things.