#redfic

“No it’s not” she counters clearing her throat. “I never said I didn’t want to date a …” she stutters.

You laugh softly. “You can say the word it’s not going to hurt me.”

She groans and you smile at the awkwardness. 

“Can we start over? I feel I messed this up and the date hasn’t even started yet” you can hear the exasperation in her voice.

You shake your head but keep the smile on your lips. This was not what you were expecting when you agreed to the date but at least it was far from boring. 

“Sure. But you have to leave and come back in because well…” you point to your eyes.

“Ok I can do that” she answers and you can hear the breath she releases. The rustle of clothing lets you know she’s moving in her seat so you instinctively reach forward and manage to catch the sleeve of her shirt. 

“Natasha, I was joking” you say as your hand fumbles and makes contact with her hand. “You don’t have to leave and come back.”

“Right” she says as she sits back down.

You squeeze her hand. “Hi my name’s Y/N. You must be Natasha. Clint’s told me so many good things about you.”

“Hi Y/N,” she squeezes your hand back. “You look amazing. I’m so glad you decided to be my blind date tonight” she adds hurriedly. 

A moment of silence passes before you break out into laughter.

“Oh shit” she groans as she pulls her hand away from yours. You hear her muffled apologies and you know she’s covering her face with her hands. 

“Maybe I should leave. Do you want me to leave?” Natasha says as you try and control yourself. 

“Of course not” you manage in between fits of laughter. “Unless you want to leave. I would be completely fine with that” you add.

“No I want to stay” she says and you can almost see the smile on her face. 

You wipe the tears from your eyes. “Well good, because maybe blind jokes are so taboo because people don’t see the humour behind them” that almost sets you off into another round of laughter. 

This time, she laughs and your smile widens a little hearing it. 

“I can tell you’re going to be trouble” she says.

Maybe this date wouldn’t be as dull as you thought it would.

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"Rough day?" you inquired.

"Isn't it always?" she answered, not looking up from her book.

"I find it helps to focus on certain things," you said.

"And by that, you mean me?" She knew how you felt about her. You had admitted your feelings for her just days ago. She was flattered but assured you that she didn't swing that way. "It's never gonna happen." She looked over her book and over the frames of her glasses to make eye contact with you when she said it.

"I could take your mind off things for a while. Just saying." Before you finished the sentence, she was back to her book.

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Days before, you had told her your feelings. You spilled it all. Put it all onto the table. You told her you didn't want anything in return and you only wanted to please her and make her happy. You said you'd do anything for, and to, her. Day or night. That you didn't ever expect her to have feelings for you in that way. And you meant it. She told you you're a nice girl and she cares for you as she cares for the other members of her family there, but that was the extent of it.

Only hours after that discussion, Red found herself isolated from her family. She didn't know if they'd ever forgive her for what she'd done. It was an accident brought on by pride and a need to protect what was hers, but either way, she was on her own. She did feel lucky to have you in her life, though. It was nice to have a friend when everyone else turned their backs on her.

****

Red turned the page in her book and grimaced as she shifted a bit in the bed.

"You okay?" you asked.

"Just a cramp in my neck is all," she replied.

"You know I can massage your shoulders for you if you want." You had offered her back rubs and massages before but she declined, figuring you were hoping it would lead to more.

"No, thank you," she once again denied.

"Red, I'm not trying to seduce you." You tossed your magazine onto the bed. "I'll keep it completely professional."

She looked over at you and pursed her lips as if struggling hard to think it over. "You'll keep your hands on my shoulders, nowhere else, and you won't try anything funny? And no strings attached?"

"Deal!" You hopped up and walked over to her bed. She sat up slowly and you sat beside her as she turned away to give you access to her shoulders.

She turned back to face you before you started and double-checked, "No funny business?"

You gently turned her and promised you'd behave. You began rubbing her shoulders with very little pressure, not wanting to hurt her.

"You'll have to do better than that," she said. "You feel like a little bird hopping across my shoulders."

You laughed and applied more pressure. She responded by dropping her shoulders and head and exhaling loudly. You could feel the tension in her shoulders and up around her neck area. You kneaded your thumbs into the knots and she let out a loud moan. "Did I hurt you?" you asked, stopping the massage.

"No. No, don't stop," she insisted. "It feels good."

You continued the massage, pleased that she was enjoying it.

After a few minutes, you could feel the knots had loosened up considerably. You informed her of this.

"Still not loose enough for what you want me to do," she teased.

"I don't want you to do anything, you know. I wanna do things to you. There's a difference." You wished you hadn't said it, but she brought it up. You didn't want her to think you were trying anything.

"Out of curiosity," she started, "Why do you want to do things for me if you get nothing in return?"

You realized she was genuinely interested in an answer. "Because I like you."

"I know," she said. "But why, if you know I'll never like you back in that way? Why would you still want to make me happy but not yourself?"

"Because making you happy would make me happy. Knowing I was making you feel good, makes me feel good. And I can still hold onto hope that you'd come around some day." You laughed, making sure she knew you weren't completely serious.

She let out another moan as you increased the pressure a bit. "Aah, that feels so fucking good. You've got magic fingers"

Her accent when she said that made electric tingles shoot through your body. "Hey, I tried to tell you," you joked. "Just think of all you're missing out on. I do a mean breast massage."

You expected things to get awkward, having maybe crossed a line there, but quite the opposite. "Maybe, you could give me a small sample. Just out of curiosity. And only one breast, to start."

Her request shocked you, but you wasted no time granting it. You kept one hand working on her shoulder and the other you reached around, under her arm and seeked out her breast. You slid your hand onto her right breast and firmly, but gently, carassed it. You could hear her breath catch for a moment and she instinctively placed her hand on yours and squeezed to increase the pressure of your own hand. She leaned her head back towards yours. Her soft hair was touching your face and you calmly, and deeply, inhaled the scent. But you couldn't let yourself get too carried away. This could end at any moment.

"You were right," she said breathlessly. "I have been missing out. Use both hands."

At first you thought she meant to use both hands on her shoulders and you started to pull your hand from her chest, but she held onto your hand. Then you understood what she meant.

You reached your other hand around and cupped her other breast. You massaged them both, and she guided your hands. You never tried to put your hands up under her shirt. Everything was through the shirt and bra. It didn't matter. This was more than you had hoped for.

"Red?" you asked, feeling a bit brave. She grunted in response. "Can I kiss your neck?" Another grunt, followed by a broken sentence about not caring what you do.

You nuzzled your face in the side of her neck and kissed it. Her skin was soft. You wanted to do much more but you settled for this. She was giving you so much already.

A distant sound of people coming in made you both break away from this new happy place. You composed yourselves and tried to look normal sitting there. People walked by and took no notice.

"Thank you," she said as you were about to stand to make your way back to your own bed. Her voice was soft and sincere and you responded with a smile and a nod.

After you'd gone back your bed, she got up to make her way out to use the bathroom. Before rounding the corner, she looked back at you and said, "And don't give up that hope. You never know." She winked and was out of sight, leaving you to your imagination.

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That night, when the lights were out and everyone was asleep, you woke up to the shadowy figure of Red leaning over you. Startled, you pulled back slightly and gasped. She put a finger on your lips and hushed you. Then she leaned closer and whispered in your ear, "Would you like to help me with something?" You nodded in agreement. "I just had a very erotic dream that's left me, shall we say, wanting a proper ending. If you're still willing to please me in any way?" She didn't have to ask twice.

She made her way back to her bed. She was wearing an oversized night shirt, socks and panties. You quietly followed her to her bed and waited for her to lay down. She put her knees up to allow you to remove her panties, but kept the night shirt on. She didn't wanna be too exposed.

Making certain, you whispered, "Are you sure about this?" She nodded, giving you the go-ahead.

You leaned down and positioned yourself between her legs, trying hard to take in the view, but failing because of the darkness. You began kissing and licking her inner thighs, alternating back and forth. You worried when you didn't hear her making any sounds. You pictured her just lying there wondering what she'd gotten herself into. Waiting for her to snap her legs shut and push you away. But the higher you went, the more you felt her body change. She felt tense, but also relaxed. Tense with anticipation but relaxed from finally giving in to desires.

When you reached the entrance that you'd so longed for, so hungered to taste, you paused.

"What's the matter?" she whispered, sounding impatient and possibly worried that you didn't find her as attractive as you'd thought.

"Just savoring the moment," you whispered back. You couldn't see it, but she smiled at your words.

You slowly began licking her already moist slit, thinking it must have been some dream. You wondered briefly if it was about you, but figured it had most likely been about her and a man. It didn't matter. You slipped your tongue into her. She tasted better than you could have thought she would. You could feel her tensing as you worked your tongue. She was trying hard not to make any noise. You wished you could be alone with her. Somewhere far away from this place. Somewhere that she could be as loud as she wanted. You yearned to make her moan, to make her scream with pleasure. But then this wouldn't be happening if you weren't both in here, so you didn't complain any further.

You focused your attention on her clit. It wasn't huge, but it wasn't small, either. It was just right. And as you sucked on it and flicked your tongue across it, she reached down and grabbed your hair pulling your face harder against her. You loved this. The way she was guiding you. The way she was showing you that she wanted more. And you gave it to her. You would always give her whatever she wants.

You slipped two fingers inside of her easily. Then a third with no resistance. She grinded against your hand and your face. It had been so long for her. She needed this and you could tell. You were more than happy to give it to her. Her breath was harder now, you could hear tiny whimpers as she did all she could not to be verbal. She pushed your head away. You sat up, wondering what was wrong and realized she was close to climaxing. She didn't wanna lose control and wake anyone when she did.

You lifted her shirt higher, pushing it up to her chest and wadding the material. She wasn't concerned with exposing herself too much now as she had been before. She realized what you were doing. She took the wadded material of the shirt and placed it in her mouth, her bare breasts now showing in the tiny bit of available light. She looked gorgeous. Now with a makeshift gag, she was ready to be finished.

You resumed your position and continued working her pussy with your fingers and devouring her clit with your mouth. It only took seconds more to bring her to orgasm. The shirt came in handy and muffled most of her sounds as she writhed beneath you, her muscles clenching around you. You eagerly licked and sucked every drop from her.

When you were done, you wanted to kiss her, but knew that would be too much. You were on your way to leave and go back to your bed when she grabbed your wrist and pulled you down close to her. "I know we've talked about how I won't do this in return," she whispered, "but perhaps I can get a hold of a cucumber and we can improvise from there."

The idea that she wanted to reciprocate in some way, to make you happy as well, that was what warmed your heart. You wouldn't make her do anything she didn't wanna do, but the fact that she was willing to try and to make you happy, that was the real treat. And maybe this was all because you were the only friend she had now and she wanted to keep you. But you refused to let yourself dwell on that thought.

You rubbed her arm as she let you go and told her you would enjoy her suggestion, but it wasn't necessary. "I'm quite happy with the arrangement as it is," you assured her. She was too exhausted to debate it.

With you both now drifting off to sleep in your own beds, you each couldn't help wonder what to tomorrow would bring. Another massage? Stolen cucumber? A kiss? Whatever it was, you couldn't wait to find out.

You hear her chuckle from the kitchen. “In here” she calls out to you. 

You chuck the letters on the side table and walk into the kitchen. The oven must be on, you think to yourself as you’re enveloped by warmth and the sound of music playing softly.

Your eyes dance across the countertop. It looks as though everything is covered in a fine mist of flour. She turns to face you and smiles. 

You scrunch your nose a little. “You’re baking” you say.

She answers with a chuckle. “You say that like you’re surprised.” She takes a sip of coffee from the large steaming mug beside her. Looking at you from over the rim of the mug you see her eyes twinkle mischievously. 

“I mean…” you try.

“Wanda’s not the only one who can cook around here.” She says before turning her back on you to continue doing whatever she was doing before you got home. 

The weirdness of the moment presses down on you. You were watching your badass assassin girlfriend making bread. You watch her add a tablespoon of flour, bit by bit to the dough before rolling it out and kneading it again and again. 

You hop onto the counter beside her. She feels your eyes on her but declines to return the look this time. 

“You have to make sure it mixes all the way through,” she says breaking the silence. “Otherwise one side will have too much flour.”

You hum. “Is that when it gets too dense?” 

You see the side of her mouth curl up slightly. “That could be because it’s too wet.”

“Wet huh?” you tease.

She looks up at you smirking and flings some flour in your direction. 

You laugh dusting yourself off. “Can’t you just bake it longer than?”

She shakes her head smiling to herself. “It doesn’t work that way. Everything needs to be just right. Even the room temperature has to be just right.”

You playfully groan hopping off the counter walking up behind her to wrap your arms around her waist. “Seems like a lot of work for bread.”

“Well perhaps” she answers while turning her face slightly to peck you on the cheek. “The only thing more fussy than man, is bread” she says as she goes back to kneading the dough. 

You snuggle up closer to her and plant a wet kiss on the column of her neck. 

She gasps and wriggles slightly. “Stop that, I need to finish this” she halfheartedly protests while offering you more of her neck. 

“You think you could teach me how to do that?” you whisper and lick the shell of her ear.

You hear a soft moan emanating from deep within her. Your lips are soft on her skin as you tighten your grip around her waist. Pulling her closer to you she can feel the buckle of your belt dig into her lower back. 

Playing along with you she blinks to clear her mind. “Just put your hands here and do what I’m doing.”

In one swift motion you shift your hands to under her shirt. She gasps as you gently cup her breasts and start copying her movements with the dough. 

“Am I doing it right?” you ask innocently.

She groans loudly leaning back into you. She rests her head against your shoulder as you start to nibble on her neck soothing the gentle bites with your tongue. She’s completely forgotten about her dough as she’s helpless to break away from your ministrations. Arousal and longing washes over her.

“You’re doing it expertly” she almost moans as you slightly pinch her pert nipples. 

Wriggling around to face you her eyes are dark and blown with lust. Your hands readjust on her just as she wraps hers around your neck and kisses you hard and deep. 

You’re left breathless when she pulls apart. Your eyes remained closed and all you can hear are her heavy breaths. “Are they done yet?” you ask a tiny smirk playing on your lips.

She pecks you on the lips as she roughly pulls you out of the kitchen. “Wait…!” You laugh. “Baby…your bread?” you question pulling her back into the kitchen so that you could turn the oven off before she’s yanking you once again away in the direction of the bedroom.

“Leave it, the temperature’s way too hot in here for making bread anyway.”

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She was just about to when you cracked the door open just a tiny bit. She watched as you stuck your head in through the gap and peered in her direction. You must have thought she was asleep so you let yourself in and start your nightly routine taking the utmost care to keep any sound levels to a minimum. Natasha was greatly amused in spite of her foul mood seeing your body hunched over as you crept through the space on your tip toes. And she almost laughed out loud when you stubbed your little toe on the dresser and bounced around on the spot silently cursing while balancing on one leg doing something akin to a very postmodern version of a Gopak. She watches as you switch off the en-suite bathroom lights and follows the sound of your bare feet padding your way towards the bed. Pulling the covers aside you finally see that Natasha is not yet asleep. 

You gasp at the sight of her already watching you with a wry smile on her face. “Nat!” you visibly flinch at the fright. “What the— you should be asleep by now.” She chuckles at you as you climb into bed and lay on your right side tucking your right hand under your pillow. She mirrors you and smiles as she moves a loose strand of hair from off your face.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” you say much more gently this time.

She hums and scoots closer towards you. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Right then” you say throwing off your covers and holding open your arms and legs, “there’s nothing a cuddle can’t cure.”

She giggles at you but moves to situate herself in your arms. You snake your arms around her waist and pull her back flush against your front. You feel her relax in your arms with a pleasurable sigh. 

There’s a pinch of laughter in your voice. “D’you want to talk about it?” you ask.

“Hmm?” she answers. 

Gently you kiss the back of her neck and she shivers slightly. Your whole body thrums to the tune of her. “Why you can’t sleep—“ you add.

“It’s ok baby you go to sleep” she says stifling a yawn. “Today was just so exhausting.”

“You don’t say” you grin and peck in between her shoulder blades.

“What?” she playfully elbows you in the sternum and you laugh circling your arms tighter around her.

“I’m just surprised you aren’t asleep yet seeing that you are of an advanced age and al—“ your sentence dies off as she raises one of your forearms to her mouth and clamps down on it. 

You yelp.

“Remind me how old you are again?” she asks with a laugh. 

This time you laugh into her hair. “I’m old enough to know better and young enough to not care.”

“Jesus!” she exclaims smacking the leg you have conveniently draped over her lower body. “I can’t believe I’m dating a child!”

“Urgh age is nothing. Plus I like—“ 

“Don’t say it, Y/N” she jokingly warns.

“—MILFS” you finish and she groans aloud.

“I take it back, I’m dating a literal foetus.”

Smiling into her hair you breathe in her shampoo and the breath you release comes out like a sigh.

“Stop thinking and go to sleep” you add after a few minutes of silence.

“You were in diapers when I was getting my boobs!” she whisper shouts.

You chuckle behind her and worm your hands up to cup her breasts. “Mmm. Nice job with that” you say giving them an appreciative squeeze.

Nat lets out what sounds like a huff and a chuckle. Eventually her breathing evens out and quietens. The silence that envelopes the both of you deepens. You wait a few more minutes before finally letting your eyes close, nuzzling into her, adjusting to her gentle breathing.

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“Hi, Y/N? It’s Natasha.”

“Hi” you reply, “I thought that was you.”

“Oh!” she says sounding surprised. “I was waiting inside and saw you standing out here…” her voice drifts off. “Clint told me to look for someone who looked like a spy” she laughs, “and since you have the sunglasses on I knew it had to be you.”

You laugh awkwardly and wonder how much Clint has actually told her about you.

“Shall we head inside?” she asks and you nod.

“Alright” she adds guiding you in with a hand lightly against the small of your back. “I hope you don’t mind I took the liberty of ordering us wine.”

“Of course not” you quickly answer as she leads you in a dizzying pattern of lefts and rights until she stops and you feel the absence of her guiding hand behind you. The sound of a chair scraping across the floor tells you she’s pulled your chair away waiting for you to sit down. 

“Thank you” you blush before continuing softly, “so chivalrous”.

Of course she hears you.

“Hardly” she answers with a chuckle. 

“I don’t go on many dates so…” you cough nervously.

“And why’s that?” she asks.

You raise an eyebrow at her. Maybe Clint didn’t tell…

Well this was going to be interesting, you think to yourself.

“Well..” you take a deep breath and brace for impact, “not many people want to go out on date with a blind person.”

You remove the glasses from your face and smile imagining her face contort as a million and one emotions dance across it.

“Really puts a spin on the whole blind date thing, doesn’t it?” you smile a little.

You hear her swallow.

That’s one of the upsides of being blind. God seems to compensate the loss of one sense by increasing the others. For you, your sense of smell and sound is heightened.

Clint used to joke that you were like a blind hound dog on steroids. But you didn’t want to think about Clint right now. Right now you wanted to save Natasha the embarrassment. She seemed nice enough. She seems like she really didn't know.

What a shame. She really does sound nice.

You sigh softly. “I should just go” you say breaking the silence. 

You realise if you leave now you could tell anyone who might care to ask that your date just stood you up. Leaving early seemed like the best option, far better than having to sit through an awkward dinner with someone who didn’t want to be there.

“No!” Natasha finally manages reaching forward and taking hold of one of your hands. She stops you from leaving so you drop back down the inch or so into your seat. 

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“Y/N!” He groans aloud before shushing you for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning. “She’s gonna hear you!” he shout whispers hiding his face in his hands. You see the tips of his ears turn crimson red and you chuckle inwardly. 

“Isn’t that the point? I mean if we left it to you nothing would happen” you say as you take a sip of coffee from your mug. He groans one more time sinking into his seat attempting to make himself as small as possible. “Or I could just go over there…” you say while making to get up before he grabs your elbow and pulls you harshly back down into your chair. He wraps his arm around yours to ensure you don’t go anywhere. 

“Don’t you dare!” he says through gritted teeth. You laugh at how red his face his. 

Just then Natasha walks by and stops in front of your table. She quirks an eyebrow seeing Steve almost wrapping himself around you. Slowly she puts her tray of food on the table and slides into the seat opposite you. You smile at her and she returns it warmly before focusing her attention on her breakfast.

After a moment or two she clears her throat. “Steven” she says and his posture goes straight as a rod. She pauses for emphasis before continuing. “Mind telling me why you’re holding my girlfriend” she points with her knife, “like that?” 

“I uh I—“ he stutters as he untangles his arm from yours in haste. Natasha continues to cooly spread butter on her toast as if she didn’t (most definitely) threaten to scalp him with it a few minutes ago. 

“Baby don’t be mean” you interject taking pity on Rogers who was still tripping over his words. You were worried he might bite his tongue off and lose the ability to speak. “I was helping matchmake ol’ Steven here with Stella over there.”

Natasha follows your gaze turning her head and neck to look behind her. “Stella?” she asks confused looking back at you. 

You hum. “Mmm the one with the blue pencil skirt.”

Natasha looks again this time twisting her entire body to face Stella. This time she’s met with Stella’s staring right back at her. Nat gives a small wave which Stella awkwardly returns. She swallows before facing you and Steve a knowing look on her face. 

“Oh Stella with the hips?” she asks taking another bite of her toast. Steve groans again and drops his head onto the table with a thud. 

“That’s the one” you chuckle and steal a large crumb that had fallen onto her plate. 

“She’s cute” Natasha says. 

You nudge Steve again. “Told you she was cute.”

Nat clears her throat and you give her a wistful look. 

“Nothing compared to you of course” you quickly add. She hums and you chuckle in amusement. You take her hand from across the table and lightly kiss her knuckles. 

A rousing chorus of laughter erupts from the table next to yours and your attention is pulled to a surprise birthday celebration. 

Natasha dabs her lips with her napkin. “Steven” she says, “are you expecting an alien attack or some dangerous criminal to come bearing down on you?”

He starts. “Huh? What?”

She shrugs. “Why are you so tense? It’s as though you’re waiting for something bad to happen.”

He rolls his shoulders and lets out a long sigh. “I’m fine, really.”

“Look,” you offer. “Let me go over there and tell her you like her and want her number.”

“NO!” he says a little too loudly catching Stella’s attention. She quickly averts her eyes when she catches his eyes on her. “She might not even be into me.”

Nat snorts. “I sincerely doubt that” she says as she gets up from her seat to approach Stella. 

The end.

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