Tony's sister that disappeared from his life when she was five reemerges. Tony's less than thrilled as he blames her for what became of their parents.
Y/N's been trapped with Hydra and she was discovered by Nick Fury during an infiltration by SHIEL...
It's currently 8AM, and I woke up in a completely new position. Natasha had rolled onto her stomach, and I onto my back. Her arm that was draped over my side, is now tightly draped over my abdomen. As I am staring at my girlfriend, I find myself enamored by her beauty. Her left cheek is slightly squished as it rests on her hand below her face. Her lips are slightly parted, she's slightly snoring once again, and it's just as cute as it was last time. Then it hits me, I woke up earlier than Nat—yesterday must've exhausted her. I slipped out of her embrace—stealthily—and made my way to the shower before she could use up all the hot water.
Nat's POV
The sun peeking through the crack in the blinds had fallen on my face, tragically waking me up. I went to pull Y/N into me, and found the spot beside me was empty, but not cold. I perked up as I heard the shower running, and groaned at the thought of taking a cold shower. As I wait for her, I decide to be productive, and I order breakfast to our room. I got out of bed and picked out an outfit for today. Then I patiently waited to see what Y/N walk out in whatever she planned to wear. I was scrolling through my itinerary for today, and internally chuckled to myself as Y/N's in for quite a shock.
I heard the door open, and turned to see her walk out, and immediately found myself stunned. She saw me staring, and looked like she hadn't been expecting me to be awake. She had her pants on, and one of those fluffy robes wrapped loosely around herself. It didn't take much effort to see she was topless beneath. As I trailer my eyes back up her body once more, we locked eyes, and she smirked.
"Look who decided to finally wake up." She cheekily says, as she begins to casually move around the room.
I roll my eyes, then slowly make my way over to where she's standing in front of a mirror. I wrap my arms around her robe covered waist, and gently pull her into me.
"Which one?" She blurts out, holding up two shirts, and cutting my snarky response off.
"I say the white one, I like the way it will contrast with the pants." I reply, resting my chin on her bare shoulder, and locking eyes with her through the mirror.
She turns around in my arms, and quickly pecks the corner of my mouth, leaving me to ponder why we don't just stay in and make out.
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"Look at you go, my personal fashion assassin." She says, as she walks out of the restroom once more, fully dressed this time.
"You give me the worst titles." I groan, thinking back to previous titles, and being grateful it's been 'forgotten.'
"Well, based on the way you were looking at me earlier, I could just bring back little p—."
I immediately clamp my hand over her mouth, preventing her from bringing back the cursed name.
