#m-b-b request

You had both been so busy with missions the last month that you had barely even been able to celebrate the holiday with her and the seemingly deadly family that accompanied her in your apartment.

Okay, it’s not like it wasn’t important to you…you just were widely known on the team for putting things back to the last minute. When you say last minute you mean last minute. I’m talking you have a redheaded assassin waiting in your living room while you are panic searching destinations on a budget in the bathroom, while pretending that last nights Chinese take-out and a little post-mission “acrobatics” don’t mix well… it’s not your best performance.

Finally, your eyes land on something that should have been obvious from the start. You internally connect your palm to your forehead…and apparently literally because you ended up smacking yourself in the forehead and hitting your head on the wall behind you causing a small curse to be muttered from yourself. This just so happened to be loud enough for Natasha to hear you from her spot on the couch and make her way to the door in what seemed like a fraction of a second before she knocked with concern lacing her tone like a form-fitting pair of sneakers. “Babe?...Did you hit your head again? You need the ice?” You scrambled up to the door and bookmarked the tab before sliding your phone into your back pocket. Taking a quick look at yourself in the mirror and plastered on your best smile as you opened the door and already had your head looking down to meet her perfect face. A face that as soon as you saw it you knew that everything about today had to be perfect, so you getting a concussion wouldn’t help that.

“Nah, it was just a small bump! Although some ice does sound good” you gave a sly smile as you started to form a plan in your head and leaned on the door frame with your good shoulder -the last mission caused a small dislocation that was blown out of proportion by the redhead in front of you who had been forcing you to rest for the last week- she seemed to narrow her eyes at you as if she could see the gears turning in your mind. This was something you loved about her the most…unlike everyone else on the team she saw the way you worked flawlessly. She could see an idea pop into your head before you could. It was like she had her own sixth sense that was dedicated to you. Just you. And you absolutely loved it. Except when it came to surprises…like right now.

“What are you thinking of ?” she had a hint of a smile creeping up on the side of her lips as she attempted to fight it. You loved when she did that. Infact you loved everything about her if you were honest. You were pretty sure she knew that. I mean it was always in the little things that you both did, like grabbing the other's coat before you left because you knew they’d forget it. She made sure you didn’t hit any old injuries while you were taking a day off. You kept a spot open for her anytime you went out to get coffee because you knew she would find you after 10 mins. She loved how peaceful you seemed to be when you were sitting in a café.

You let a smile break her stare that was on your eyes. “Oh…trust me, Ms Romanoff, You’re gonna love this” You grabbed her hand and made your way from the hallway to the front door that held your jacket already on the handle for you as if it had a mind of its own. You slung it off and onto your loves shoulders, just to make sure she stayed extra warm in the frigid wind that was hitting your city.

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You had been texting her sister the entire cab ride over to your destination. One that Natasha became suspicious of after you didn’t let her hear what you told the cabbie. You waved her off and panic texted the blonde assassin.

You: So you’re absolutely sure she’s never done this?

Little Spider: I’m about 200% sure she hasn’t… why did you choose this? We told you an AMERICAN Christmas date.

You: I’M NOT FROM THIS CITY! An AMERICAN Christmas is having hot chocolate and trying not to fall off a cliff with my mom chasing after me on skis!!

Little Spider: well, you are fucked...I mean seriously fucked

You: thanks… you’ve been such a help, like I don’t know what I’d do without your expertise…😑

Little Spider: you’d get your ass kicked like you are about to

You pursed your lips as you put your phone away and interlocked your mitted hand with the matching set next to you that fits within your fingers like it was the missing puzzle piece you needed to see the full picture. And at this moment you did. As long as you had Natasha today was going to be perfect because she was perfect for you, and anything you did with her always ended up being a moment you remember.

It was about 15 mins before the car reached the curb and you hurried her out before tipping him generously by pure accident. I mean you had mittens and couldn’t separate the 5’s enough. As soon as you stood next to Natasha and looked up at the gargantuious behemoth of a tree that seemed to tower over you more than the former stark tower, you knew that you were gonna fall flat on your face many many times today if those lights reflected onto her the entire time. I mean who could resist staring at her while she was covered in those beautiful lights and had that smile that seemed to make time stop just for you whenever it appeared.

You were broken out of your trance when you almost tripped on a piece of uneven concrete. You awkwardly laughed and began leading the way to your main destination. “So…Ice, a tree, and Rockefeller centre? I’m going out on a limb… drag queens on ice show?” she giggled and tugged your arm as you ducked your head from her gaze. “Not unless I had a change of careers recently, but I do think I could pull it off” you changed your tone from a joking one to a more serious one as your smile dropped and she began to laugh even harder at you. “Okay but seriously…what are we doing?” You turned to her as you reached the spot you thought would be best to do reveal. “Alright…so, I know you’ve never done this before and I mean, it wasn’t my first choice, I would rather do it with people who that we know around to make sure you were comfortable…but your family made me promise that I’d do this before the holidays were completely over-” you were avoiding eye contact with her and fidgeting as if you had ants in your pants -and mittens. “-and that mission kinda put a dent in my timeline, so here we are…” You finally locked eyes with her and saw hers were wide, like bug-eyed. She looked scared and nervous as you finished talking and you realized what this might have sounded like “NOOO NO NONONONONO NO!” you reached for her hands “I swear to god I’m not breaking up with you-” she cut you off. “If you say anything along the lines of ‘exact opposite’ and ‘your family told me to’ I swear to god I’m punching Alexei” she squeezed your hands tight and let out a deep breath.

Now it was time for your eyes to go wide. “Oh shit! Did you think I was?- No!- I mean not no- I’d love to but like in the future-” Your eyes went even wider at your confession “I MEAN SOMEDAY THAT I DIDN’T THINK ABOUT AT ALL” you squeezed your eyes shut as you pursed your lips in embarrassment. This wasn’t at all how you planned this out in the cab. You heard a giggle being stifled in front of you and a soft kiss being planted on your cheek. You opened your eyes and looked down to see that smile that at this moment it seemed to outshine the lights of the tree that loomed over the two of you. You let out a quick breath before you started to laugh too, soon she joined you and you moved your hands to her waist and gave her a peck on the lips that she smiled at. Your heartfelt so warm that it could melt the ice down below.

Oh right!!

You pulled away and rested your foreheads together as she had her feet on top of yours to reach. “Wanna know what we are actually doing? Or just stand here?” She pretended to contemplate for a moment. “stand” You shook your head in protest. “Nope, sorry ma’am that's not gonna fly, we have a date to continue” You used your head to gesture to the beautifully lit up ice rink that rested below you two. She looked over and her mouth opened and you tugged her hips lightly to get her attention. “I know you don’t know how to skate…but that’s what I’m here for, we can take it slow” you leaned in closer “and work our way up to the drag queen night” you winked at her with a smirk that you knew she loved to hate.

“Last time we said we’d ‘take it slow’ ended up pretty fast if I remember correctly…and still ended up with me under you- and you on the floor-” your cheeks began to reach the temperature of the sun before you cut her off. “Okay! Skating! Let's do it!” You took her hand and made your way to the rental booth as she chucked at how flustered she was able to make you.

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She had only fallen once so far…and it's been about 10 mins. You were more surprised with the large amounts of people that you hadn’t fallen directly into someones skate already. The day is still young, however. You both stayed close and she didn’t dare let go of your hand for a single moment. She had a grip on your hand almost as tight as she did on your heart. But… you wouldn’t have traded this for anything.

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You decided that not was the perfect time for a selfie, especially considering that Natasha was clinging to the wall of the rink like it was her saving grace. You had the goofiest smile spread across your face as you saw the assassin shoot you daggers through your camera while attempting to conceal her fear. She had started getting cocky and trash-talking you after you tripped trying to avoid a kids lost beanie that was laying on the ice. Which caused you to land directly next to it on the floor. Natasha had absolutely lost it and was laughing hysterically at you. You began laughing but as soon as she started taking pictures you shot up and skated backwards while making faces at her and she began to curse you out while trying to catch up. You started laughing at her position, she looked like a baby giraffe attempting to stand on its own. Her butt was sticking out as she bent her knees to keep balance and was half hunched over and used her shoulders to wiggle forward. You’d think for a skilled assassin and an even -arguably- more skilled dancer that she’d be a natural at this… but oh to your absolute delight at the moment she was just as clumsy as you were on solid ground.

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“Natasha…” she looked up at you from her spot on the floor, you squatted down to reach her level. “we can go get hot cocoa once we make it around at least once” The two of you had been in the rink for alittle over an hour slowly making your way around. Very very slowly. Not that you’d protest, now you had plenty of photos to send to her family to prove you had done the task that was handed to you. You were proving to them that you were indeed the man for her.

She had a look of realization as she scanned her surroundings. “We haven’t even gone around once??” She looked over at a pair of teenage boys getting trays of french fries covered in cheese. “They lapped us 8 times?!” She had a look you hadn’t seen since the last mission and used you as a handrail as she attempted to get up with determination “We are going around 9 times!” you attempted to protest “Nat-” she glared at you “Shove it lover-boy! I’m doing it!” she went about half an inch before she turned back towards you “well? I need my man!” you let out an ‘Oh’ and joined her side.

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Well… you went around 9 times… eventually.

It was now 7 pm… you had gotten there at 1. As you were returning the skates you could practically feel the shift in Natasha while she was looking through your camera roll.

“Oh man, that is a good death stare. I gotta use that on the next mission” You joined her by the food cart and took a glance at the current picture. It was now one that had most of your face in it and she seemed to change from laughing to softly admiring you. “Look at that beautiful smile, have you seen a smile like that? I mean he could be a model” she said the last park sarcastically but it still melted your heart as you admired her own smile that appeared. “Oh, I have…” She looked away from your phone and met your eyes. She ducked her head slightly as her cheeks gained a rosy hue.

Your attention was lifted to the voice of the cart operator as she yelled your name over the small crowd that began to gather. You got up and grabbed the two cups and handed one to Natasha before grabbing the tray of fries covered in melted cheese and joining her side once again. Her eyes lit up as she saw what you were holding. “Since you beat the zit faces…” you placed the tray in her hand before stealing a fry. “Here's your reward” and you popped it into your mouth as you gave her a victorious smile.

She simply stared at you with soft eyes like clouds of moss and what you would call love. She rested her head on your shoulder and sighed in content. The unspoken words that you knew filled both your hearts hung in the air. “You’re already my reward” You smiled as you looked down at her and left a soft kiss on the top of her head.