natasha romanoff oneshots

rich douchebags *reupload*

hey sorry if you think this is an update!! I accidentally deleted this story while deleting a draft.

tw- a guy being creepy but nothing too severe

heres a lil space so you can click off if this triggers you :]

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Your arm was looped with Natasha's, staying relatively close to your intimidating girlfriend. It was another one of Tony's stupid parties that he impulsively thrown at every chance. Despite you telling Nat how you didn't feel like going, you went anyway to give your girlfriend company.

You both sat down somewhere somewhat farther away from the bigger crowd, but close enough to still observe what was going on. You eyed the bar at the other side of the room, something Natasha caught onto.

"I could get you a drink if you want?" She offered softly, and you nodded with a smile.

"Yes please, I'll pay you back later."

Natasha got up and walked off to go get you a drink. You looked around quietly, unsure of what to do. You were more calm though when you realized nobody would pay attention to you, when they could watch Tony be a dumbass.

You were wrong, extremely wrong. A man walked up to you, in a very nice, expensive looking suit. He eyed you as if you were prey, and it honestly made your skin crawl. He sat down on Natasha's seat, still grinning at you cockily.

"Why, what's a pretty little thing like you doing by yourself?" He started, and you mentally cringed and tried not to let it show on your face.

"Waiting for my girlfriend to get back. You're sitting in her seat," you replied smoothly, staring at him blankly while casually glancing to see if Natasha was coming back yet.

He scoffed, still not willing to let up despite your clear disinterest, "Oh really? Because I don't see her anywhere. Be appreciative I'm even talking to you. I'd like to get you a drink."

Natasha had come back over just in time, scrunching her nose slightly at what he said. She handed you your drink, grabbing him by the shoulder to lift him out of her seat.

"Hey twat. Didn't you hear her the first time? You're in my seat. Fuck off and bother someone else," Natasha spat, letting him go with a slight shove. After the physical confrontation, he got the hint and scampered off.

Natasha sat down, the disgust showing more clearly on her face and you couldn't help but chuckle.

Leaning over to give her a kiss, her sour expression melted away from her face at the affection. You smiled softly and took a sip of your drink.

"Thank you for saving me. And for getting me a drink."

Natasha smirked slightly, a soft look in her green eyes while she looked at you. "Well, honestly you were right earlier. His parties are full of rich douchebags. We shouldn't have come here, I'm sorry."

"Its alright, you're not the one who forcefully flirted with me," you snorted.

"You do look good in that dress though," she complimented, the smirk on her face growing a little. You laughed at that, grinning too.