Pairing:  Daisy Johnson/Natasha Romanov Word Count: 100  

“Is that wine?” Natasha asked, eying the decanter in Daisy’s hand.  

“It’s definitely not grape juice,” Daisy replied with a smirk.  “Want a glass?”  

“Does a bear shit in the woods?” she replied, cocking her head to the side and folding her arms.  “Fork it over, Johnson.”  

“Is that an order?” Daisy asked, her eyebrows raising as she poured Natasha a generous glassful.  

“Do you want it to be?” the redhead asked.  

“Does a bear shit in the woods?”  

February 7 - "Thank god I'm wearing gloves, because you're too hot to handle" Skye/Natasha for @khspoetrywizz

“Those look new.”

Daisy jumped, annoyed with herself for doing it, but Natasha moved as quietly as a cat. The smirk that touched the other woman’s perfect lips briefly told her that Natasha rather enjoyed making people jump, too.

“They are new,” she responded to the question. “Fitz and Jemma keep tinkering with the design of my gauntlets. They call it improving on an experimental design, of course.”

“Of course.” Natasha leaned against the wall, somehow managing to look both sensually relaxed and ready to leap into action and strangle a man with her thighs. “Going out to try them out?”

“I was planning on it, yeah.”

“Mind if I come along and watch?”

Daisy blinked, surprised. She’d been astonished, when coming back into SHIELD, to find that Natasha had turned up at some point and been accepted back into the fold too. She’d been out on some secretive mission of her own for a little while but had turned up again a few days earlier.

“I s’pose, if you want.” She smiled. “I’m pretty sure that I needn’t tell you to stay out of the way?”

“I think I can take care of myself,” Natasha gave her a smile in return, and Daisy lifted her lanyard to the scan panel to open the door leading out of the base.

They found a quiet clearing in the woods for Daisy to test her gauntlets out, and Natasha sat down on a fallen tree trunk with every appearance of being completely comfortable. Taking a deep breath, Daisy focused, held her hands level to the ground and concentrated on delicately controlling her power to lift herself into a hover.

She’d intended to lift herself about four feet off the ground, to begin with.

It turned out that the improvements to her gauntlets were quite a lot more of a quantum leap than she’d expected, because she shot about thirty feet into the air, lost her focus with shock, and collided with a pine tree.

“Shit, Daisy, are you alright?”

“Ouch,” Daisy opened her eyes to see Natasha’s concerned face looking down at her. “Did I hit every branch on the way down?”

“Quite a lot of them, I think. I take it that wasn’t quite what you intended to do?”

Daisy grimaced, pushing herself to sit up. “Definitely not.”

“It was quite spectacular. I was very impressed.” Natasha’s lips twitched. “At least until you hit the tree.”

Daisy had to laugh as she got slowly to her feet. “Please tell me you didn’t have a camera? Witnesses are bad enough, photographic evidence would be much worse.”

“Afraid not.” Natasha smiled slowly at her. “I’ve got one in my room, though. Video camera. Set up to face the bed.”

Daisy’s eyes widened.

“What, you haven’t hacked the feed yet? I’m disappointed in you.”

“Thank god I’m wearing gloves,” Daisy looked down at her gauntlets, “because you’re too hot to handle.”

56. Daisy/Natasha, 7, for @the-boob-aesthetic

The date is a disaster.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Natasha muttered.

“What is it?” Daisy turned to look around, saw Tony Stark walking in the door of the restaurant, Pepper Potts on his arm. “Oh.”

“Of all the restaurants he could have eaten at, why does he have to pick this one tonight?” Natasha grumbled to herself, watching as Pepper headed for the restroom and Stark looked around. There was no point in hiding, her red hair stood out too much - Stark’s face twisted into a wicked grin and he headed purposefully in their direction.

“Get lost,” Natasha said in an amiable tone as Stark stopped at their table, but there was steel beneath the light words. Daisy had the sudden urge to hide under the table, stopped herself. God knew what Stark would have made of that.

“On a date, Nat?” Tony asked gleefully, turning to look Daisy over. His brow furrowed behind his douchey blue shades before he said “Wait a minute, I remember you!”

“What?” Daisy blinked. “No, we’ve never met.”

“I never forget the face of a pretty girl who’s also smart,” Tony shook his head. “Don’t remember your name, but you were the one who hacked her way into my private car garage right after I finished rebuilding the Tower.”

“You must be thinking of someone else,” Daisy said hastily.

“No, it was definitely you,” Tony pointed at her, his grin widening. “You were wearing Black Widow cosplay.”

“Oh God,” Daisy dropped her face into her hands as Natasha’s eyes lit up.

“I don’t suppose you have video?” she asked.

“Somewhere, sure. I can look it up.”

Daisy made dying-cow noises and Natasha chuckled. “Alright. Fuck off now, Stark.”

“But this is just getting interesting! Pepper and I could join you…”

“I’m carrying at least seven lethal weapons on my body. Not to mention that I could kill you with this salt shaker and make it look like natural causes.”

“Point taken,” Tony affected a sigh, chuckled again at the scarlet-cheeked Daisy, and headed off.

“Please forget you ever heard that,” Daisy begged. Natasha’s smirk widened.

“Oh, I don’t know. It has possibilities. I wouldn’t mind seeing you model a Black Widow suit, actually. I think you’d look pretty damn hot in it.” Her voice dropped, developed a sultry, seductive note.

“Well. Maybe when you put it like that,” Daisy said. “But I’m hacking Stark’s archives to erase that footage.”

August 3 - “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.” Daisy/Natasha for @the-boob-aesthetic

“So,” Natasha walked a slow circle around the young woman. Mentally gave her a few plus points for just folding her arms and looking a trifle bored instead of intimidated. Most people got a bit nervous when Natasha walked in that predatory way. “You want to be an Avenger, hmm?”

“Beats the alternative,” Daisy blew a gum bubble, popped it and sucked it back in. “Lone vigilantism gets pretty - lonely.”

It was a dorky line absolutely worthy of Natasha herself, and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. Even harder when Daisy gave her a meaningful look up and down before smirking and blowing another gum bubble.

“The problem with assimilating those who previously worked alone into a team is that they’re not always very good at following orders,” Natasha said, a little more seriously.

“Oh, I know how to follow orders.” Daisy gave her another sassy smile. “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked, but I know how to follow orders.”

Natasha finally lost the battle with herself and started laughing. “Oh, Daisy. I like you. But whatever you do, don’t make that offer to Stark. He’ll want to take you up on it.”

“I was rather hoping you would, actually,” Daisy said, and her voice was quite steady and calm.

“Really,” Natasha gave her a slow smile in return, getting more interested by the minute. “Did you read the section in the Avengers’ Code about fraternisation?”

“Actually, I specifically searched the Code for that term. It’s not in there.” Daisy raised her eyebrows at Natasha. “Can’t help but wonder if it was a deliberate omission.” She blew another gum bubble, and in that moment Natasha decided that Daisy really was on the level.