RJ

Rumi x Mira

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.1k

Summary:

Mira accidentally kissed her best friend and she panicked.

Tags: Friends to Lovers/ Bottom Mira/ Soft Top Rumi

/

“Well, when it comes to the moves,” Zoey said excitedly, her ice cream half melted.

“Nobody knows better than Mira.”

It should’ve been a short, casual conversation about what they wanted to do after they came back to Seoul. The Golden tour ended perfectly, and it was their last night in Tokyo. After finishing her ramen, Zoey started to share her seventy five reels about jellyfishes, and it was also when she joked about how she once danced like one. 

Zoey led it and continued to talk about their dance training and moves. Mira was already zoning out a bit when it was still about jellyfishes, her physical tiredness almost took over her. Besides, it was hard to concentrate when Rumi wore her T-shirt from last night and softly smiled like an angel. 

That’s why when her name was suddenly mentioned, Mira startled slightly.

“Moves?” Mira was too exhausted to put it together, and the first thought slipped before she could catch it, “I always think it’s important to make her feel good.”

The silence that followed was just long enough for the words to register.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“O…kay. Good to know that, Mira.”Rumi said quickly, trying to help her end this conversation before it got too awkward.

“Maybe it’s time to go back to sleep, right? What a long tour.”

“Wait,” Zoey cut in before Mira could say a word, “Her? No—fucking—way. Mira, are you finally coming out to me?”

“No—wait. What do you mean ‘finally’?”

“I mean... it’s kinda obvious,” Zoey shrugged. “The way you sit. Your outfits. Also, you’ve been in the top five most-discussed people in the LGBT forums for, like, years.”

“Zoey, how do you even know what LGBT is?” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And what’s wrong with my outfits?”

Honestly, she wasn’t sure if she really wanted to know the answers.

“Uh, hello?” Zoey flashed a smug grin. “I know everything.”

“Okay, way too much information for tonight,” Rumi said quickly, blinking like she was trying to reset her brain. She faked a yawn and added, “I think we’ll get back to this conversation when… I don’t know, maybe when we’re back on a comfy couch, our couch.”

She glanced at Mira, her voice softening. “Or when Mira’s ready.”

/

First of all, Mira hadn’t expected Zoey to actually go along with the suggestion, but maybe she’d underestimated their leader’s influence on…nearly everything.

And second, Mira sighed. 

“What are we even doing here, Rumi?”

They’d been in Tokyo for five nights, and the room attendants would be amazed at how the famous leader of Huntrix could keep her room so tidy, almost like it had never been used. Well, if they guessed it right, they might also find that there were extra toothbrushes in their dancer’s room.

And it was happening—Mira was pinned on the wall of her hotel room, her shirt was tugged up above her chest, breath caught somewhere between what are we doing and don’t stop.

“You were talking about the moves, weren’t you?”

Rumi’s voice was low—husky. Damn. And she grinned, almost too innocently, when she looked up and caught Mira’s panicked eyes.

“I was exhausted,” Mira explained quickly. “I couldn’t think—”

“Straight?”

Mira rolled her eyes at the tease. 

She hated how much she loved it.

Rumi always looked insanely hot when she flirted—her eyes would darken, soften, and turn dangerously sexy whenever they locked on Mira’s lips. 

Mira could feel her own desire building rapidly deep in her core. This was not good. She was still tired as hell, and if they started anything now, she wasn’t sure she’d have the strength to finish the last part for Rumi. 

She wasn’t ready to be a pillow princess.

“By the way,” Rumi murmured, her breath lingering against Mira’s lips, “your outfits? Truly lesbian muse material, I’d say.”

She smiled, eyes wicked. “and yes. I read the forums, too.”

“You’re…” Unbelievable. Maybe that was what Mira was trying to say. Lovable. Oh, not this one. It would be too far, too much for them.

They were friends after all. Like friends who fucked senselessly sometimes. Like friends who didn’t kiss, but could remember the color of your bra. Yeah. They were so, so fucked up.

Rumi didn’t cross the line. Still, she left kisses on Mira’s neck instead.

“Wait.” Mira breathed, trying to stay on the track even with Rumi’s fingers already roaming between her thighs.

“What’s wrong?”

Rumi stopped, she looked even cuter when she was confused. 

“Not today.” Mira needed all her strength to hold back her damn craving to be touched. She nervously traced her friend’s patterned arm all the way down to her fingers until they were intertwined.

“I need some rest.”

They’d been busy fucking at night for four days straight, then waking up early to prep for concerts. So yeah, Mira needed to actually rest, to stop completing everything like a mission.

She just wanted to lie down with Rumi and talk about random things.

Rumi smiled quietly, nodded, and stepped back a little bit. What’s now? Mira felt her own insecurity surging suddenly. Maybe she shouldn’t have said that, maybe Rumi was disappointed in her now. Could she stay flawlessly calm when Rumi said she needed to go back to her room then?

“I’m sorry,” Rumi started talking again, “I was a little carried away…when you said the move things to Zoey.”

Mira silently gasped. She could never stay calm with Rumi alone, there were too many emotions already. Normally she could slay it when it came to fight with demons, steal the spotlight, or charm men and women at ease. She was good at lots of things.

But when she was with Rumi, she only felt like a total mess.

“No, don’t be sorry.” Mira sighed, her voice shaking as she confessed, “I want it, Rumi. I’m just… fuck, I can’t find the right word.”

“You want it,” Rumi repeated, almost like she was asking herself. Her brown eyes locked on Mira’s.

“Then what’s the problem? I’ll take care of you. You know you can always talk to me.”

No. Mira swallowed and forced a smile, trying to mask the chaos inside. Not when I feel this overwhelmed. You shouldn’t know. We’re not supposed to. We’re just friends.

“Nothing,” she lied. “Maybe you should get some rest too… we’re on camera in the morning.”

Rumi frowned. Something hung between them, unspoken but heavy.

“Alright,” she said at last, her voice softer now. She didn’t move for a second, then finally nodded and stepped away. 

When the door to her hotel room clicked shut, Mira could finally let her guard down. She exhaled slowly, trying hard not to dwell on the hurt look lingering on Rumi’s face before she left.

It’d be better this way, she told herself. She didn’t want to let Rumi down…and she couldn’t risk losing her as a friend, too. 

/

Mira passed out quickly once she hit the bed. She was exhausted—mentally and physically—from working too hard, like they always did.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, but some noise was pulling her back from a rare, deep sleep. 

Mira opened her eyes.

Rumi was leaning over her, reaching clumsily for something above her head, startled by the sudden eye contact.

“Sorry. Ugh, my charger’s still here, and I knocked…I know it looks—” 

Rumi looked so panicked. But before she could finish, Mira gave her a sleepy smile and tugged at Rumi’s collar to bring their lips together. 

It didn’t take her long before Mira realized what she did.

Damn it.

Mira sat up immediately, pulling herself away from the kiss. Even under the dim night light, she could see how red Rumi’s face had turned. Oh no. Her own cheeks were burning, too.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Rumi. I didn’t mean to—”

Ruin everything between us?

Kiss you like that?

Let you see how much I’ve fallen for you?

Mira wanted to run away so bad, she was so ashamed of what just happened. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not in real life, not outside her dreams.

“Were you… dreaming of someone?” Rumi didn’t sound upset, she asked quietly.

“What? No. I woke up and saw you, and I couldn’t help it…”

Rumi hummed at her response. Before she could even process the question, Rumi’s fingers were already at the back of her neck, they were gentle yet steady when pulling her into another kiss.

It felt incredible this time. So soft, so intimate…so real. She tasted calm after chaos, like a safe place Mira never knew she needed. The heat and sweetness of her tongue drove Mira crazy in that moment.

“...I thought you’d never want to kiss me,” Rumi breathed, uncertainly, like she was afraid of the answer, murmuring as Mira tried to catch her breath.

“That’s not true.” Mira could hear her heart beating insanely fast, “I was just—I didn’t want to break the boundaries.”

“What boundaries?”

“You and me. As friends… I can’t lose you.”

Rumi blinked, hesitation flickering in her eyes, her expression too unreadable to place. For a moment, Mira thought she’d really messed up until Rumi’s lips found hers again, with a tenderness that almost felt like relief.

“Maybe I want more,” Rumi whispered, her voice brushing against Mira’s parted lips. “...not just friendship. Not with you.”

I want to be yours, too.

Mira found the answer mirrored in Rumi’s eyes. Her heart settled, it felt like her body was floating. She wanted more than she ever had before. She was always the one in control when they slept together. But now, with Rumi looking at her like that, she could finally let go.

“I want you.” Mira confessed, guiding Rumi’s hand beneath the sheet, where her desire burned. “Please, my love.”

Rumi grinned, trailing kisses down to Mira’s belly.

Mira’s breath hitched. She could feel the gentleness in every touch as Rumi slid her soaked panties down and began to taste her slowly and tenderly, just as she had promised.

There was no urgency, no restraint. Only care.

“Yes, right there,” Mira moaned shakily, her fingers curling into the pillow until her knuckles turned white. “I need… more.”

“You’re beautiful, Mira,” Rumi murmured, easing one finger inside, watching her reaction closely before going any further. “Tell me if you want me to slow down, alright?”

The tenderness in her voice pushed Mira closer to the edge. She was used to being the one guiding things when they were in bed—but something about Rumi taking the lead, with such care and confidence, made her ache deeper. She could feel herself growing impossibly wetter beneath her.

She clutched the pillow tighter, trying to steady her breath, but her body was no longer under her command.

There was something deep and possessive in the way Rumi touched her—like she was learning her by heart. Mira’s hips bucked instinctively, chasing more of that heat, that ache only Rumi could soothe.

“Rumi…” Her name left Mira’s lips like a prayer, breathless and trembling.

“I’ve got you,” Rumi whispered, her lips brushing Mira’s thigh, voice husky with want. “My queen, let go.”

Mira’s eyes fluttered shut, not in retreat but surrender. For once, she didn’t have to hold back, didn’t have to pretend she wasn’t afraid of wanting too much. She could just feel.

She didn’t last long after Rumi added another finger in. When Mira came undone, she was a little embarrassed of how quick it ended. 

“Oh, I didn’t expect to be this quick.” Rumi teased gently, but she didn’t pull out until Mira’s body had stopped trembling. Honestly, sex between them had always felt a little like a task. There was passion, sure, but it used to feel more like... like their song How It’s Done.

“Neither did I.” Mira groaned, trying to cover her face with the sheet but Rumi didn’t let her.

“It’s hot.” Rumi admitted. Then, with a playful smirk, she added, “Be careful, I might get a little too into this.”

“...Maybe when we’re back home.”

“I think it’d be even hotter to fuck you on our couch.” Rumi lay down beside her, pressing a kiss to Mira’s palm.

“Does Zoey look blind to you?”

/

“Love birds, did you guys sleep well?”

The next morning, when they were caught checking out from Mira’s room, Zoey spoke up. Rumi started to explain, but their youngest member just rolled her eyes.

“Do I look blind to you guys?” she said with a smirk.

“I always knew what was going on between you two.”

Mira and Rumi exchanged shocked glances, utterly speechless. They hadn’t even been dating before last night—how could Zoey possibly know?

“I know everything,” Zoey said, smiling widely, like she’d been waiting for this moment forever.

Rumi x Mira

Word count: 1.7k

Summary:

Most people didn’t see how sensitive she really was. In fact, she’s so good at reading people that it sometimes hurts.

And oh, Rumi was right. Her insecurities were overwhelming.

Was that why her soulmate never showed up?

*soulmate AU*

Warning: Angst with a Happy Ending/ Soulmates AU/ Mentioned Celine

Note: If you like this story or also like Rumira, please comment or DM me🥲 I really want some friends who like them as much as I do!

/

Most people didn’t see how sensitive she really was. In fact, she’s so good at reading people that it sometimes hurts.

And oh, Rumi was right. Her insecurities were overwhelming.

Was that why her soulmate never showed up?

On countless nights, Mira would stare at the mark along her waistline and let out a low growl. It was a special mark, actually. Despite the lack of color, that’s also how marks are often distinguished from demon patterns, it appeared as a delicate monochrome line. Some people had tried to tattoo some fake marks on their skin, but they could never quite copy the same metallic feature of the real ones.

There were many types of marks. From what Mira had seen, Celine had a half-palm-shaped mark on the inside of her arm, though she refused to talk about it. Zoey didn’t have one, but desperately wished she did. There was a time she obsessively searched for cases that marks appeared in adulthood.

Mira’s mark had been there forever. But unlike the others, hers didn’t resemble anything familiar. Most of the marks could be very obvious to tell: hearts, alphabets, lightning bolts, even handprints. Hers looked more like a mess of musical notes or jagged lightning streaks. Almost like, though she hated to admit it, a demon pattern.

She had only discussed it openly once with the girls. Zoey was almost too excited when she knew it, and quickly wrote down a long list of popular ways how modern people meet their soulmates.

Her big eyes widened, hoping it would be an inspiration for their next song, a love song maybe.(never gonna happen)

Mira had firmly said no to these ideas. She wasn’t planning to go hunting for her “destined” one. It just felt too… clingy. That’s just not her thing. 

“If I could, I’d get rid of it. I hate how much it looks like a demon’s pattern.” she muttered, tugging her loose hoodie back down to hide it.

“It doesn’t look like that at all! Rumi, don’t you think? I bet Mira’s soulmate is a hottie—”

Zoey’s high-pitched voice forced both their gazes to their leader, who had been unusually quiet since the discussion started.

Mira blinked, not sure if she had really caught a flicker of pain in Rumi’s eyes.

“…Maybe,” Rumi answered with a flat smile. They had a brief conversation once when they were much younger. Just like Zoey, Rumi said that she didn’t have a mark, and Mira hadn’t known them well enough to admit anything back then.

“Well, I’m getting some noodles.” Rumi stood up from the couch, her voice lacking its usual strength. This reaction only made Mira more confused.

Rumi had always been the most mysterious one. She’s always like this whenever they tried to get her to join them at the spa or bathhouse. Mira didn’t believe she was just being too modest, but it’s Rumi, she would never push her to say anything.

She couldn’t let them see how much she really cared about Rumi. That scared her, too.

Luckily, she got her answer not long after.

/

“I have a question.”

After the night they defeated Gwi-Ma, they’d spent several nights revealing all the unusual things Rumi had done over the years. 

Although they had created the new Honmoon and accepted Rumi for who she was, Mira still felt conflicted.

“So, Rumi… Even though you’re half demon, you don’t need to eat souls or anything?” Zoey asked, accepting a mug of cocoa from Rumi as they all curled up on the couch.

“What?”

Rumi laughed, it’s an unguarded, genuine laugh they hadn’t heard in years.

Somehow it also made Mira’s heart ache, especially when she thought about how depressed Rumi had been for years.

“Of course not. If I ever wanted that, I would’ve asked Celine to end me already.”

She said it so casually, but both Mira and Zoey inhaled slightly. They’d heard about the fight between Rumi and Celine even though Rumi didn’t really talk about it.

“Rumi, we can’t lose you,” Zoey cried, immediately giving their leader a big hug.

Mira looked at them but couldn’t move. It felt like a moment that she should be a part of. But she had to admit to herself, she wasn’t ready for that.

She just smiled and stood up.

“I’m a little tired.”

“Mira.”

She heard Rumi whispering her name. She hated how her own name sounded in that voice, so gentle, so familiar. 

It almost felt like it meant something when Rumi called it, but maybe that was just what wishful thinking does.

She turned around, trying to hide her emotions. This idol job had taught her how to mask her expressions all too well. But she didn’t speak, she was afraid that her voice might betray her.

“Can we talk?” Rumi asked. Letting go of Zoey, she gave Mira a nervous smile that looked like she was holding back something deeper.

“In your room.”

Zoey looked at them, clearly worried but chose to say nothing. Mira honestly wished the youngest member would break the silence, but it never happened. 

She sighed and nodded. “Fine, but no cat in the room.”

A rumbling groan of protest came from the giant blue tiger curled by the couch.

“What is it?”

Mira was asked once they were inside, surprisingly found Rumi’s hands crossed over her chest, like she was about to confront her.

“Am I supposed to know what that means?”

Mira leaned against the door, watching as Rumi sat on the edge of her bed. Damn, this was difficult, when there're just two of them. 

Alone. 

In her room. 

“You’re angry, Mira. I can feel it,” Rumi finally said, her eyes lifting to meet Mira’s. Those eyes were so soft, almost wounded, as if she were the one in pain.

“You’re still mad at me.”

Mira swallowed hard. She needed to punch something just to stay grounded. Of course, she was angry, hurt and frustrated, they were no strangers to her. But did she want to talk about it? She wasn’t sure. 

She just wanted the feelings to go away, but they didn't.

Now she’s alone with Rumi which made it worse.

Fuck it.

“Of course I’m mad at you.” she started, “You lied to my face, Rumi. When I told you I felt like you were hiding something from me.”

That night when she heard Rumi singing Takedown, Mira came to talk to her and said those words. Not “you’re hiding something from us”—but “from me.” That might’ve been the closest moment that she’d ever wanted to admit her feelings. 

“I… didn’t know how to say it, Mira.”

Rumi’s words trembled. She looked down, finding nothing but her own patterned palms. There was something heartbreakingly beautiful about her when the fragile part of her took over.

And just like that, Mira felt her anger tangled with guilt. The pain of watching Rumi blame herself was worse than being lied to.

“I was scared of hurting you. I know it looked wrong, but I was taught to hide everything. As a hunter and as a leader, I couldn’t be weak. I couldn’t be… imperfect.”

Rumi stared hard at her arm, her pattern flickering with a faint orange glow under her skin. Her bottom lip tensed slightly. 

Mira’s chest tightened.

“Is there anything else you haven’t told me, besides you’re half demon?”

Rumi looked up, there’s something in her pretty eyes that Mira couldn’t tell. Could it be any worse than hiding a demon pattern?

Then Rumi stood. For a second Mira thought she was going to run away like before. But no. She stepped closer, almost too close. Mira felt heat rush from her neck to cheeks.

“I should’ve told you.”

And before Mira could even process what that meant, Rumi reached out and gently guided Mira’s hand toward her own waist. 

Mira’s throat went dry. She would never allow herself to touch Rumi like this, especially not after realizing her own feelings. It would feel like she’s taking advantage of her.

But then her fingers brushed against familiar lines, hidden beneath Rumi’s clothes.

No.

No way.

“What? That’s impossible,” Mira gasped, pulling her hand back like it burned. “You told us that you didn’t have a mark, Rumi. When we’re talking about it, you were…”

Quiet.

If I could, I’d get rid of it. I hate how much it looks like a demon’s pattern.

Mira’s own words echoed in her head, eyes widened in disbelief.

“I didn’t know how to tell you,” Rumi whispered, eyes brimming with tears. “The moment I saw your mark, I knew it was me. And I knew… you wouldn’t want me. Not someone with demon blood.”

And then she collapsed to the floor, trembling, exhausted by the weight she’d carried alone. 

“Rumi…”

Mira knelt beside her, breath caught in her chest, guilt almost crushed her.

Maybe this was why Rumi had been too scared to say anything.

“The truth is,” Mira said, voice cracking slightly, “if it wasn’t you… I don’t think I’d want a soulmate at all.”

Rumi’s head lifted in surprise.

“You don’t have to say that. Mira, this is my fault—“

“No. It’s not your fault.” Mira’s breath caught. “I want you. All of you. Even the parts you think you have to hide. I’ve loved you for so long, half demon or not, and I was too scared to say it.”

Rumi’s eyes sparkled, her pattern glowing with warmth.

Mira froze, words catching in her throat. She hadn’t thought this far ahead.

“Any more secrets?” Rumi asked, her voice quiet, eyes not leaving Mira’s. “Or was that the biggest one?”

“…I’ve been holding back from kissing you whenever we’re watching movies on the couch.”

“I know exactly how it feels.”

Mira blinked. Then, when she felt Rumi’s smile brush against her lips, she reached up and kissed her back deliberately, like she'd been waiting for too long.

No one had ever told her kissing your soulmate could feel like this. Maybe after tonight, she would need Zoey for more soulmate knowledge.

“No more secrets.”Rumi breathed the words like a promise.

Natasha Romanoff x Carol Danvers

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Kamala is introduced to Yelena, and she’s also the biggest fan of her sister’s ship- CarolNat.

Warning: Fluff, Protective Yelena, Kamala ships CarolNat, Slight Thor/Loki(mentioned)

a/n: Just random pieces written after having my covid vaccine yesterday lol I’m not sure how will Marvel deal with Kamala’s superpower in the upcoming series so I only mention a bit of it. Enjoy!

/

“Ok, can anyone tell me why we always have a new kid in the compound?”

Yelena puffed as she entered the compound a bit later than usual, and she saw her sister, Carol and an unfamiliar teenager already standing there.

She came over to join them, gazing at the new girl with distrust.

“Yelena, did you just call yourself in the third person?” Carol teased, and she shrugged suggestively to the redhead who actually couldn’t hold her laugh back for this moment.

“Ha, is it some kind of 90’s joke?” Yelena retaliated. Apparently the younger blonde didn’t get enough sleep hours last night, it always resulted in her grumpy reactions to anybody. “If so, Captain, you really need to update your comedy list on Netflix.”

“Hey,” Natasha chuckled amusedly between the two blonde women as Carol protested, “just because I aged slowly, it didn’t mean I’m out of date.”

“In case you wanna know,” Natasha raised one brow and showed her support to the blonde Captain- “She actually likes to watch The Tonight Show during our dinner time.”

-by telling their sort-of secret aloud. It’s not gonna harm the redhead spy herself, though.

“What?” Kamala finally had a chance to let out her voice, “you can’t tell me the mighty Captain Marvel, my idol, watches late-night talk shows when having some spaghetti. It’s simply out of character.”

Carol frowned, “excuse me?”

“Ugh, ok.” Yelena opened her mouth with hesitation. “No, not ok, I don’t get it. Did you just call her- ” her head was pointing to the other blonde woman, “- your idol ?”

“Am I supposed to feel offended?” Carol mumbled nearby Natasha’s ear, lowering her voice to avoid any foreseeable conflict for now.

“Um, yeah.” Kamala rolled her eyes to the much taller woman standing right in front of her, and her voice sounded genuinely fearless. “Can’t you see that? She’s Carol Danvers!”

Natasha grinned back at the blonde woman, and only teased quietly, “see, someone really has a crush on you.”

Carol blushed in the tiniest way, opening her mouth slightly but had no idea what to argue. Our Captain couldn’t even tell if the redhead was seriously jealous. Fantastic.

“So you like the name or the glowing part?” Yelena hummed, and tried to hide the little noises from her stomach out of hunger.

“All of them, I guess?”

“Oh, I got it now.” The younger widow turned to her sister, and was not surprised that Natasha had been checking on her already. “We’re having a superhero fan tour here.”

Yelena wanted to get her breakfast as soon as possible, so she tried to be nice and not to get involved in this duty. “Enjoy your day then, just don’t touch any fluffy things around here. The cat can literally swallow people, and the raccoon will shoot you in the head.”

“What? No!” The brown haired girl shouted, “I’m not here for a tour.”

“Yelena, she’s a new member in the team- ” Agent Romanoff finally introduced, and took a quick glance at Carol with a playful smile. “- another one with super power, yes.”

“…wait, what?”

“Not that kind of power to control thunder like Thor or to trick like Loki- by the way, aren’t they a lovely couple?” Kamala explained a little bit, and suddenly changed the subject triggered by her interest.

“Ugh, it’s not officially announced.” Natasha was surprised to hear the little girl’s words, a status that not many people had learned about- even in the avengers’ team.

Impressed. Yelena stared at the kid and thought, still needed her breakfast, though.

“New kids.” Carol shrugged, “we’re actually talking about tomorrow’s mission.”

The redhead immediately started glaring at the blonde Captain.

“You’re leaving for days? Tomorrow?” And Yelena tiled her head to her older sister. She’d better not be the last person to know this.

Clearly someone had forgotten their domestic plan for tomorrow.

“Well, not ‘for days’,  I’ll be back before you know it. At least that was the plan.” Natasha looked a bit…nervous, but not speechless. By her side, the Captain who’s in charge of the mission seemed to be awkward for a minute, and they shared a look of silent communication.

“Yelena, you’re welcomed to- ”

“Uh- uh, no. I’m not interested in being the third wheel in your mission date. Besides, I’ve got my own thing to deal with as well. Just remember to pick me up at 8, and feed Fanny before you leave the house, it’s your turn.” Yelena shook her head quickly like nothing’s gonna convince her, and the other young superhero goggled upon hearing some keywords.

“Wait, you two are dating? ” Kamala asked in excitement, “oh my god, CarolNat is real.”

“Well, it’s- we’re…” the blonde Captain suddenly stuttered, “we’re close, yes. That’s true.”

Natasha rolled her eyes back to show her feedback towards Carol’s explanation, and refused to make any eye contact with her sister who just accidentally sold their privacy to the newest avenger.

“Oh, I thought that was your superpower.” Yelena shrugged to the two older women, kind of feeling sorry for the coming out declaration she made for them. “Like, telling the lovebirds in a group of people.”

Kamala gave her a ‘seriously?’ look, “nobody owns a superpower like that.”

“You never can tell.”

“Ok, things got a little tense here.” Carol tried to calm them both down before they made a wrong impression on each other. “It’s time for breakfast, how about I make you guys some really nice omelette?”

“Oh God.” Natasha sighed exaggeratedly, but she didn’t deny the purpose. When Carol turned, she just pushed her sister’s shoulder and forced the younger blonde to follow. “C’mon Yelena, you love eggs.”

“I never said that.”

“Wow, Captain Marvel is making me an omelette…am I dreaming?”

“Never had a nightmare before?”

“Yelena!”

*

“So…”

A half hour later, Yelena was staring at her plate and trying to figure out why it’s not like a normal ‘omelette’ she had seen on television. “In what universe an omelette looks like this?”

“Well, it’s not that bad.” Natasha took a bite of hers, perfectly ignoring the fact that it resembled more scrambled eggs rather than an omelette.

“Stop being rude- ”As they both saw Carol and Kamala on their way to the table, Natasha squeezed her sister’s hand and ordered softly, “and tomorrow I promise to buy you the expensive tweed coat you always stare at in the display window.”

“Huh, it’s exactly why I really can’t stand to undergo a mission with you two. Deal.” Yelena sounded mockingly but she didn’t mean to embarrass her anyway. “You turned weak, Natasha. You knew it, right?”

Natasha only hummed in russian as a response (something like ‘you’d know that when we spar’ ), and grinned when Carol sat next to her as usual. The blonde Captain was finally done with cooking everyone’s breakfast and Kamala had surprisingly finished hers, only sipping a glass of apple juice.

“So, how did you meet?” Said Kamala, aka the newest avenger with extraordinary attention to the secret pairs around the base, “how long have you been dating- I wanna know the whole story.”

“Here we go.” This was the best reaction for Yelena to ‘stop being rude’.

“Well, first of all, I won’t deny or admit any statement of it…” Natasha cleaned her throat and started, her sweet butter sandwich was left on the plate.

“We’re apparently colleagues.” Carol promptly interrupted with a shrug, which made the redhead widen her green eyes in disbelief.

“I met her after the snap, and during the five years, the feelings just kinda grew on us.” The blonde smiled gently as she took Natasha’s hand, “after the end of the war, we started hanging out once a month like normal people, later on it began to be once a week as my main works in space were separated to the new-trained protectors and the Guardians. That’s it.”

Kamala was literally speechless, looking like she just got the best Christmas gift for this year.

“If you kiss her like those cliched soap operas now, I’m gonna kill you both.” Yelena did like the eggs, but obviously she wouldn’t say it. Instead, she ate it up and mumbled her statement after hearing the shorter version of their romance.

“Yelena.” Natasha raised one of her brows, reminding her who’s in charge on this table. And their deals .

“Alright, just kidding.”

“Can I take a picture when you do that?” Kamala immediately stood up and asked Carol, it seemed no one actually cared about the debriefing of tomorrow’s mission anymore. “-when you kiss Black Widow.”

Her Captain was flushed, “w-what?”

To save her partner from the short circus situation, Natasha rolled her eyes and pulled Carol’s arm all in a sudden. All Kamala could do was open her mouth widely in amazement, and tried hard not to scream like a fan who was completely out of control.

Natasha left a rough kiss on the corner of Carol’s lips, her blood red lipstick stained slightly on it.

“Satisfied?” She said with an impeccable grin, leaving the flummoxed blonde behind her.

“This place is harmful for my heart.” - the newest superhero from Jersey City claimed.

“You’re gonna get used to it, kid.” - and the former widow from the red room finally agreed with her.

Natasha Romanoff x Carol Danvers

Word count: 3.1k

Summary: Natasha didn’t know whether she should take one more step to get closer to Carol. She didn’t know if she deserved it after all.

Warning: Smut, Angst/ Comfort, Bottom Carol Danvers

a/n: I swear initially I just wanna write something angst/comfort between them, like little moments that nothing about smut. I love BW movie and I just tried to put some elements in it, and I hope to bring some memories about Carol herself to their conversations like this next time. And again, English is not my mother language so please ignore the grammatical errors lol Anyway hope you guys will like it!

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It felt like she’s drowning on the ground.

Natasha waited in the office until it started drizzling outside, she gave up on waiting then. She lazily stretched on the couch, leaving the papers on one side of her body.

Nerdy, just don’t forget to sleep every day even when I’m gone. On your bed. Seriously. - C. 

She yawned a little, and thought of it.

When Carol’s gone, out of earth. Natasha knew her mind was fading out, the clock ticking on the wall was in sync with the sound of raining. Always. Carol always made promises and requests, taking all the responsibilities on her shoulder.

She’s not coming back today. Natasha supposed when her green eyes finally couldn’t hold up any longer. It’s been a month, though.

Two years ago, The Snap took half the lives of the universe. They were all there, Natasha and the rest of the Avengers, and they couldn’t stop any of them from vanishing.

She still dreamed of these scenes at countless nights.

For Natasha, her haunting past was the killings of innocent people she had done for completing the mission. Like Dreykov’s daughter. After the collapse of the red room, she felt the tiniest peace started settling in her heart.

And then, another one came all of a sudden .

It’s even worse.

Natasha never felt lucky to stay on the ground after the Snap. She felt guilty, angry and helpless. Never was lucky.

She failed.

When the team was separated, some of them chose to go back to where they belonged as the rest of them tried to stay and protect the planet. And ultimately, Natasha was the only one still staying in the building.

Steve came to visit her about once a month, and the others contacted her through the hologram. Daily, weekly or monthly. It felt the same anyway, she’s all alone for workouts, mission studies and dinners.

Until one day, Carol started visiting every now and then.

It must be Steve’s idea. She guessed, and initially it felt nothing changed. Natasha thought she wouldn’t care about the other woman’s existence when she’s searching for papers on her desk.

The truth was, Carol was that kind of woman who made people can’t resist but enjoyed her company. Surprisingly, she could actually make good dinners, not just warming up takeouts. She liked to share her stories in her daily journeys, a lot. And most of them just somehow made Natasha smile.

Something about Carol was extraordinary.

Something lit up Natasha’s feelings. Although she tended to pretend perfectly it was not like that, she started looking up at the sky at night and thought if one of the stars was moving closer.

Sometimes it wasn’t just an imagination.

“You can’t just keep falling asleep like this.” Later in the night, Natasha heard the woman sighed from the entrance of her office.

“Carol?” She opened her eyes and said in a sleepy tone. There’s barely any light for her to see the one stepping in, but she didn’t get up immediately and grabbed a weapon.

“No, it’s just your nanny.” Carol teased in the dark, and she sounded energetic as usual.

“So, what’s the excuse for tonight?” The blonde finally walked close enough for Natasha to see her figure, she’s smirking. “Someone forgot the time difference and called you really late for a mission check, or someone you’re missing didn’t show up?”

Even though Carol always made jokes, some of them still made Natasha blush a bit. Like this one.

“I just fell asleep on this cozy spot.” Natasha shrugged, scanning the surroundings quickly to hide her expression. “I didn’t know you’re coming back either.”

She regretted it as soon as the last sentences slipped out of her mouth.

Natasha hoped it didn’t sound like she admitted that she’s missing Carol. It’s just not gonna work for them. Whatever it was.

“Bothered?” Carol sat down with her, asking playfully.

“Surprised.” Natasha let out of it. It’s not a big deal, she assumed calmly. She missed Steve as well, and her other friends .

“It’s my honor.” The blonde’s dark brown eyes were widened, and Natasha could see the little lights sparkling in them. “Have you eaten anything today?”

“Maybe.”

“Natasha,” she called her name sternly but still smiling. “It’s a yes or no question.”

“Ok then, no.” Natasha hummed as the blonde suddenly stood up. “Where’re you going?”

“Find some food for us,” Carol rolled her eyes, as if she just asked the stupidest question in this galaxy. “Although it wasn’t the very first reason motivating me to cross the galaxies and come back here.”

Natasha took a minute to process her words.

“Then what was it?” She decided to stand up and follow Carol to the kitchen, just in case the blonde couldn’t find enough food. Actually, she started to feel starving as well.

“What?”

“The reason made you come back tonight.”

She tried not to grin, or give an expectation to this question. Carol hesitated, looking into her green eyes under the central light of the kitchen.

“You, of course.” Long before Natasha started to think about if this woman had ever hesitated like this, Carol said.

Something rooted in her heart was aching in the purest delight.

“Thank you, Captain.” Natasha managed to smile back and comment. “You’re really a good friend.”

To me. Natasha didn’t complete the last words that showed up in her mind. She should, but something stopped her from acting in this way.

Natasha knew that Carol was tough both outside and inside, but she kept the soft parts for those who she wanted to protect. Carol was soft all the time for Natasha, when they’re alone together.

“I left Goose on the spaceship,” As Carol grabbed some spaghetti and waited for water to boil, there’s one sweet second Natasha imagined that it would be great to cook with her like this. Like, everyday. “She’s sleeping, and I didn’t want to take any risk to piss her off.”

It’s not realistic for them, though.

“How’s she?” Natasha pictured the scene in her head - a ginger cat curling up in the corner of her spaceship, it’d be adorable actually.

“She’s being very Flerken even after 20 years of pet life with Fury.” Speaking of her old friend, Carol stopped for a while.

They found Goose a month later after Thor took Thanos’ head down, and it was also the first time when she and Carol were alone together. Goose was settled in one of the safe houses in Budapest, and Carol brought some alien capsules for the cat-like Flerken.

-Fury never says anything about his cat. I mean, I heard some rumors, but no one buys it.

-If I were you, I wouldn’t do that.

-Why? She seems nice and calm - oh my freakin’ God. Danvers, what the hell was that?

-That’s Fury’s cat.

That’s it. Carol brought Goose back to space as Natasha didn’t think she had enough Flerken knowledge to take care of it. Sometimes Goose just showed up in front of Natasha’s office, before her keeper even tried to come up with some good surprises. Natasha teased her for that.

“Do you wanna talk about that?” Natasha started, even though she knew maybe Carol wasn’t willing to talk. Carol was always the one making decisions quickly, reluctant to let anything pull her back.

The blonde pilot was observing the noodles in the pot without saying a word. As Natasha thought she’s reserving the answer, Carol said quietly. “He was a good guy.”

Natasha saw all the feelings mixed with anger, disbelief and sorrow gathering on her face for a second, and Carol calmed herself down.

“Hey,” Natasha touched her shoulder slightly, trying to encourage her partner to release it. “It’s okay, I’m listening. You don’t have to bear it all yourself.”

It’s just too hard and painful, she knew it.

Carol stared at her, biting her bottom lip. Her brown eyes were so dark and lifeless, and Natasha had never seen anything that could make this powerful Carol Danvers sad like this.

“Nat, you don’t have to do this.”

“You’re human as well, I knew it. Carol, it’s okay to have feelings for something or someone you care about.”

Natasha didn’t actually start it with anyone like this, not even Steve. But it was Carol, this blonde woman came back again and again for her.

Natasha knew they might end up going too far, and she couldn’t have relationships that she once tried and failed anymore. Something extraordinary about Carol just triggered her to take one more step in. If Carol didn’t want it, she could perfectly take it back and play cool anyway.

Just one more step, and she would stop for good.

“…when I realized that all of this,” but Carol started, taking a look at her shining palms. “my gift from the explosion, maybe. It keeps me young just like when I left earth thirty years ago, and I knew I’m gonna watch people around me die one by one eventually. “

“I’ve prepared for it, actually. It’s harder than any Kree training I’ve done, but I’m slowly getting a good control on it. After the Snap, I just tried not to think of them as I practiced before.” Carol stood still, eyes shut in peace. “It works, so I just keep myself busy with the rest of the riots in space.”

For a moment, Carol looked way too honest…almost vulnerable. When she tilted her head a bit and stared at Natasha again, she put herself together and smiled softly.

“But you’re right, I still have feelings for that.”

When Natasha was waiting for Carol to rescue Goose, she took a look around Fury’s safe house. She found a file, which must be the earliest version of Avengers initiative. There's a photograph pinned on it.

Captain Carol “Avenger” Danvers with her aircraft.

That was when Natasha wanted to know more about this blonde woman. To know the stories that Fury never told any of them, and the stories before she could use her photon fists.

Natasha wanted more than the spaghetti right now.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” Natasha burst out, and she never sounded so eager like this.

Carol always left before she woke up. They only made conversations and had dinners together for a while, and Carol would walk with her to her room. She never came inside with Natasha.

Natasha didn’t know if she actually needed sleep , and maybe that’s why they had never spent nights together. Just sharing words and cuddling a little.

“I can’t ,” when Carol replied gently, she almost turned away to hide her disappointment. “I don’t have a room here, Natasha.”

Carol Danvers was the most annoying person in this world as she grinned, knowing what was happening between them.

“Well, I have one.” Natasha sighed, and rolled her eyes back to the blonde’s cheering action.

“- and if you overcook our dinner, I will certainly take my words back.” She took a glance at the pot, noticing the spaghetti was turning brown.

“Gosh!” Carol turned it off quickly, and it made Natasha chuckle.

Right before she’s gonna tease the blonde woman for it, she found Carol had leaned dangerously closer.

Natasha’s heart was aching even harder than any moment in her life. She lost her breath as their lips met, the only thing she could see was the blurry starlight.

Carol kissed like melting chocolate. Like marmalade. Like the sweetest and softest treats in this universe.

She moaned unconsciously, and soon she found Carol was indulged because of it. Carol kissed Natasha deeper, wrapping redhead’s waist with her arms.

It was hot, forcing Natasha to crave for more.

“Forget about the spaghetti.” She heard Carol murmuring. “Take me to your room, please. ”

Natasha didn’t know she’s into it, a lot. When a hot woman said please on her lips.

“Take your pants off.” Natasha panted, and dragged the blonde even closer to whisper in her ear. It started going too fast, and they both knew the fact was that they had been longing for it.

“Tash- ”

“Or I will make you. Choose one, Captain.”

Carol unzipped her jeans, and immediately Natasha pulled it down. She didn’t take too much time on considering what to do next, because the blonde actually looked a little bit bewildered in this present.

Natasha wasn’t a control freak, but she did like control things when she could. And it was exceptional to see probably the most powerful woman in this universe exhaled deeply as her hands were roaming on the tight abs.

“This is definitely not what I was thinking when I kissed you.” Carol said in an abashed voice, shivering slightly as Natasha’s fingers sneaked into her thighs.

“Then what was it?” Natasha hummed as she felt how wet this woman was already, and she pressed the shape of Carol’s clit through the black panties.

“It should be - shit, never mind.” Carol whined, and her body was glowing under Natasha’s touches.

Natasha gazed at the blonde Captain until her face turned red, and she was satisfied with how many different sides of Carol she had seen in one night.

“How long have you not been fucked?”

“…Seriously?”

“I need to know whether I should take it easy on you. Just answer it.”

“Ugh, a couple years.” Carol managed to say it, and the way her sensitive body shook didn’t support her vague answer.

“Danvers.” Natasha frowned, stopped rubbing her clit until Carol answered it again.

“Seven years, at least.” Carol started to move subtly, pressing her body on the redhead’s middle finger. “ Please, Natasha, I just- ”

“Oh, that’s unexpected. Seven years,” Natasha smirked when feeling how hard the blonde had tried to get more, she asked something personal about Carol. Finally, “not even touching yourself?”

“I just don’t have enough time for that. Fuck- ” Carol moaned loudly again. Natasha kissed her neck and pressed one finger on her cunt, the black underwear was soon soaked in wetness.

“Oh yeah?” Honestly, Natasha wasn’t expecting herself to be flirty like this. She thought about it, thought about maybe that’d be a good comforting night with Carol. But she certainly didn’t imagine about fucking Carol Danvers like this, especially in this kitchen she came alone every day.

“Maybe you have time now.” It was supposed to be a tease, a joke may make Carol blush a bit. To her surprise, this blonde woman only let out a sigh and literally started touching herself between their bodies. Carol’s fingers went down straightly and slipped into her own underwear.

Upon feeling their fingers met on her messy cunt, Natasha couldn’t help but push the blonde to the refrigerator, hard. Carol groaned for it and started thrusting one finger into herself, which turned Natasha so fucking on to feel it under her hand.

Natasha cursed a string of Russian words and pushed the panties aside, sliding her middle finger into Carol. She heard herself gasping sharply with admiration of how warm Carol was, the wetness made her soft inside more slippy for Natasha to put her whole finger in without any hesitation.

She never imagined that Carol could be a moaning mess like this. This blonde was always strong, confident and a huge pain on one’s ass. She fucked Carol harder as she felt the blonde wanted her to do it by moving her own finger inside quickly.

Yes, for one second she tried to go slow with Carol, because she thought it might hurt her Captain who hadn't been fucked for a while if she used her usual ways on sex. But it turned out that Carol was always seeking for exciting challenges, even on their sex.

“Tash, I- ” Carol whimpered as Natasha kissed her throat all the way down to her collar bone, and picked up the pace on her finger. She’s tight, clenched their fingers. They were never holding hands together, it’s just not how mature colleagues did of course. But it felt good when there was more tickling heat on the back of Natasha’s hand as Carol started to guide her find the sweet spot.

Carol was lit up under her touches, like a newborn star in their own galaxy. Natasha wanted to feel it, to feel this bold woman giving in herself for her.

Time went slow when Natasha’s all alone in this cumbersome building. But when Carol stayed even just one moment longer, she felt her feelings coming back again and everything went lively.

“Fuck, Natasha- “ She loved how Carol murmured her full name when she made her come undone, the blonde was trembling in the purest pleasure. Now they’ve gone too far for sure.

“When I count to three,” Natasha tried to hold back her laugh when Carol shut her eyes to concentrate on what’s going on, she looked cute like it actually. “I’m gonna put it out, okay? Just relax.”

And she put it out instantly when she started counting “one.” Carol shivered really hard for it, and yelled, “ Shit - Nat, seriously?”

Natasha giggled, said sorry and helped her to pull up her jeans. Their dinner time was occupied obviously, spaghetti was never her favorite anyway.

Carol’s brown eyes shining under the light, she hummed and leaned forward to kiss the redhead. When Natasha was lifted up suddenly by Captain’s arms, she realized how much strength Carol had reserved for her.

“Wanna grab something to eat before we get back to your room?” Carol asked, smelling like a baked orange cookie.

“Just get your ass moving, Danvers.”

“Copy that, ma’am.”

It was Carol who pulled Natasha out of her breathless nightmares.

She’s always warm, clever and humorous enough to get along with anyone pretty well. Natasha couldn’t help but think about whether Carol did it on purpose to make her feel special, or comfortable tonight, and the blonde was surely smart enough to come up with this plan. Well, there must be a good reason for Carol to not give up her control on sex for so many years, and Natasha found it hard to believe that she’s just too busy to do it .

For Carol, what’s different now?

Natasha tried not to wonder about it too much. But she can’t. Even though she wasn’t sure if it’d be any different this time, she tried it with Bruce.

In my heart, I’m a simple man. Natasha thought of Alexei’s words when they’re in Melina’s house. Maybe that’s it. Natasha was not a little girl anymore, but she still wanted nice things that warmed her heart. And perhaps that’s exactly what Carol meant to her.

Just one more step. Natasha leaned on Carol’s chest, hearing the beats that made the blonde nothing but only human in this moment.

Tomorrow maybe they’ll all be gone, or she'll be gone. It’s probably one of the most dangerous jobs on the earth, to be an Avenger.

But Carol would stay with her tonight.

Natasha Romanoff x Carol Danvers

Word count: 1.5k

Summary:  Natasha doesn’t think that she’s dating the blonde woman, and they certainly shouldn’t as well. It’s not professional.

Warning: Protective Yelena, sister conversations, Captain’s bad acting 

(please let me know if there’s any I should add as well)

a/n: Hello! This is my first fanfic written in English for carolnat, and I just love them so much. English is not my mother language so please ignore my grammatical errors lol ! Please do comment if you have any thoughts or questions!

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“So, how old is he?”

“Who?”

“That guy you’re dating.”

When Yelena started it - whatever it is, the redhead immediately made a full stop for this upcoming conversation.

“No,” Natasha said, half jaded from today’s mission. “Yelena, I already said that we are not gonna talk about this. Not now.”

“Excuse me, you almost got caught in the middle of the frickin’ building just for replying to someone's text.” Her sister’s brown eyes widened in disbelief, “and as your partner, little sister plus, I think I have a full right to know what’s happening.”

Ok, after all of the universal matters. The Snap, The Blip, The Endgame and The Reunion. Natasha let out a sigh. This world may be peaceful enough - almost too peaceful, for her younger sister to dig into her personal life now.

“It was something important from the HQ, ” she finally made something up, trying to convince Yelena. “Some information. Not anyone I’m dating, and I’m not seeing any single guy either.”

This part was sort of a truth.

Natasha wasn’t seeing a guy.

/ Coming back to earth in an hour. - C. /

That’s the reason she punched the bad guys in extra strength today, almost ruining Yelena’s nose as well in some kind of jump-scare situation. Well, Natasha just needed to end this mission. Efficiently. 

She’s expecting a woman with glowing fists.

“You may be the top assassin with excellent lying skills, but you know it’s useless to me.” Yelena teased in a raspy Russian accent, as if she just couldn’t let go of it. 

“I’ll take the compliment.”

“And does that mean you’re actually lying to me?”

Natasha smirked, taking off her suit as she replied to the blonde. “You’re less annoying when you’re still a little girl.”

She tried to pretend nothing actually happened in this present, and that’s what she should do for sure. She’s still an Avenger, reborn in the mysterious deal between Captain Marvel and the Soul Stone keeper after the war. 

Carol was there, shining like stars in the darkest underground. Vormir was a place of exchange, a place where only sacrifice made deals. But when it was about Carol, nothing seemed impossible to make a miracle in her hands. 

-It was easy, you know. I just asked him to return what we had left in that shit place.

-Yeah, I asked him nicely. See this smile? That’s how I got Nat back.

No one believed this story. It didn’t matter anyway, especially when these avengers witnessed Natasha taken back by Carol without any visible injuries.

Maybe just like how she found Tony and took him back at an unbelievable speed, there’s something always mysterious with Carol.

They supposed. 

“If you’re taking good care of yourself as Fanny is, I wouldn’t have asked.” Yelena rolled her eyes, and suddenly she saw something unusual on her sister’s back.

“Wait, Natasha. What is that?” As Yelena leaned closer, she narrowed her brown eyes to observe the unusual mark left on Natasha’s back. “It looks like a bite. Oh my God, are you turning into a vampire or something? “

She realized that maybe Yelena didn’t know what love marks were. As far as she knew, her younger sister hadn’t dated anyone since the collapse of the red room. 

“There’s no bite, Yelena. You’re exaggerating, it’s probably just a scratch from the fight.” Natasha pulled down her black tank top, adding an extra leather jacket she didn’t usually wear.

There’s a bite. 

And it took all her efforts to stay impeccable in front of her sister every time she felt it burning silently, especially after taking a shower or punching someone really hard. 

Carol did that. 

“Alright then, time for dinner?” Yelena shrugged, putting her oversized hoodie on. 

“Yeah, sure.” Natasha didn’t catch the full sentence from her partner-sister honestly, she focused more on the communicator that she’s been carrying all the time.

“Speaking of that…Mom - I mean, Melina. Anyway, she asked if we’d be free to show up for dinner next week.” Yelena said, pulling out her phone from the pocket as well. “I think Friday will be good, how do you think?”

/ Let’s catch up in the compound later, I need to take a really quick shower. - C. /

“Yeah, that’d be amazing…wait, what?” Natasha raised her head up and seized the blonde’s eyes, “I’m sorry, what was the question?”

/ In case you wanna know, I look like a total mess in purple blood now. They didn’t even act like living spices, what a day. - C. /

Natasha stopped, and smiled a bit for imagining the blonde woman’s messy look now. 

She didn’t reply a single word to these texts, but it kept coming up. It’s just like Carol knew that she’d always read them as soon as they were delivered. 

“Ok, that’s rude.” And her sister finally couldn’t take it any longer. “Admit it, Natasha. You’re apparently disturbed by someone that you don’t wanna tell me, why is that?”

Then, Natasha realized that Yelena was still standing in front of her the whole time. She didn’t pay attention to anything this young woman said about free or show. Or dinner. 

Fantastic.

“I’m dealing with something important,” walking together out of their changing room, Natasha answered softly. She’s hiding her vague feelings of guilt. “- from work.”

“Natasha, we’re working together.” 

“Ugh, that’s different. That’s…” As Natasha tried to come up with something more persuasive, her younger sister stopped and nodded to someone.

“Oh, hey.” Yelena took a step back, and she seemed a little nervous. “Cap, we didn’t know you’re coming back today.”

When Natasha met the other blonde woman’s eyes, she found Carol’s hair still dripping. Ok, that’s definitely how a quick shower should be called.

“I left a message to Agent Romanoff.” Carol showed her audacity in acting surprised just right in front of the perfectly trained assassins. “Oh Romanoff, I was looking for you. Lucky me.”

“The mission I mentioned last night, remember that? It went a little bit wrong now.”

To Natasha’s surprise, her sister showed concern on her profile. “Is everything alright?”

Wait, Yelena could tell if she’s lying easily but actually believed in Carol’s almost-too-obvious acting?

“It will be,” Carol smiled back, taking a step in to pat Natasha’s left shoulder. “I just need to borrow your sister for a few minutes - hours, if you don’t mind?”

“Oh, that’s fine. She’s not actually paying attention to me anyway.” Yelena raised her eyebrow, adding a friendly suggestion to her Captain. “Just don’t let her suspicious friend bother her via texts during the mission.”

“Ha, that’s mature.” Natasha couldn’t help but roll her eyes back again, she knew Carol was trying to not let out a laugh. This woman is literally shining right now.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, totally.” Carol winked in a way that Natasha suspected she'd done this a thousand times. 

“See you later then, young lady.”

When they left the compound, Natasha shut the door of the training room and almost hit the blonde’s pretty nose.

“Are you fucking serious?” Natasha said as soon as there’s no one else between them. 

“You are wearing my jacket.” Carol just smirked happily, admiring how well it fit the redhead. “It looks cute on you, just keep it for me. Will you?”

Something did go wrong, between these two deadly women.

Any one in the galaxy would say it's very hard for Carol to stay in one place for a long time. But she did, she stayed on earth for almost a week, once a month. 

And any one in the Avengers’ HQ would say it’s very hard for Natasha to be disturbed by anything or anyone. Even so, she would not show it on her expression even a tiny bit.

That’s just not her thing.

Like dating someone, or texting someone back. Or admit that she’s caring for the blonde ones, not just her younger sister. 

But they did have sex (well it was amazing), twice. Ugh, maybe three times, if the very first time on Carol’s spaceship counted. 

That’s all, it's a healthy relationship between adults. 

It sounds professional.

“You should stop texting me while we’re at working hours.” Natasha sighed. 

“Wait,” Carol chuckled, her hair color looked darker when it’s wet. “Do we actually have ‘working hours’ in this job? I mean, when is it not ?”

“When we’re not on a mission.”

“But how do I know- ”

“You’re the Captain, Carol.”

“Oh,” Carol finally agreed with a small smile. “That makes sense.”

Every time. Natasha looked at her and thought. Every time she called her name, not Danvers or Captain, just Carol. The smile just came up like that, like nothing else in this world was more delightful than hearing Natasha say her five-letters name.

It’s silly, unprofessional.

But Natasha did that, once in a while.

“So,” Carol tilted her head slightly, and acted that she’s way more harmless than having power to blast spaceships in a single fist. “What’s the plan for dinner?”

“You’re gonna stay that much longer, Captain?” Natasha teased when she finally felt something was in control, by her. Carol’s thoughts were easy to be studied, or at least she gave in for her.

Carol hummed in a way that Natasha could tell she’s triggered, and dragged her leather jacket’s collar to lean in.