natasha romanoff oneshots

im home

fluff there should literally be no warnibn here.

also this is just a remake of the fic i wrote and accidentally deleted a while ago (not the ones i deleted this month)
f in the chat for the shitton of fics i deleted by accident
moya lyubov should mean my love in russian idk google translate is ass

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no ones pov

Natasha was finally home, after a long horrible mission. She got away with minor injuries, but that was the last thing on her mind. She wanted to shower and spend time with you after being gone, but sadly the second option would have to wait since it was currently 2 am.

Natasha crept around the house, trying to be quiet. She made herself a snack before going in the bathroom to shower.

Natasha came into your shared bedroom, closing the door. She changed and got into bed with your sleeping form. The redhead kissed the nape of your neck, slipping her arms around your soft form.

The setting was peaceful. Natasha had grown used to this domestic part of her life. Your shared bedroom was quiet, the only sound that could be heard was the soft music coming from the radio. Sometimes she could hear a train blare the horn from outside, or tires screeching from when the neighbours would come back or go to work.

Natasha took in every detail of your face, brushing away any stray hairs. She studied the shape of your nose and your eyes. Any beauty marks or freckles, she had memorized at this point. Natasha enjoyed to kiss any scars that you had on your face. The redhead tried to focus on the details of things until she was lured to sleep, and one of those 'things' just happened to be you.

This, however, was a different night. You woke up to your lover staring at you, and you nearly jumped out of your own skin. Despite the lack of ill intent when she stared at you while you slept, it was still creepy.

"Do you have to do that every single time?" You complained tiredly, shifting to get comfortable and Natasha only chuckled.

"Is it a crime that I just want to admire how beautiful you are?"

"Yes, it is when I'm trying to sleep. It gets creepy."

Natasha stayed relatively close to your body still, her arms persistently wrapped around you even when you tried to shift away.

You looked into her green eyes, softening a little. "I missed you."

Natasha's lips quirked up into a smile and she kissed you softly. "I missed you too, moya lyubov."

There was no place she'd rather be than home.