Natasha Romanoff x y/n

Mine.

I honestly don't know how we got here. One second I was flying in the quinjet with Natasha and Clint, the next minute I see Natasha taking down this huge guy with one of her og moves, she kicks the guy in the stomach making him fly back before back flipping off the wall in front of her. Shooting another guy behind her with a swift motion, landing in her iconic pose. "Poser." I whisper to myself before swiftly spinning the knives in my hands to take down one of the guys running to me. We honestly finished up the mission pretty quickly, and we looked hot doing it too . Back at the compound I take a shower before deciding to finish up some mission reports before tony gets up my ass about it again. I honestly don't even know how much time passes but I'm pretty tired so I look up to my clock with a sigh. The time reads 3:45 am. "Shit" I start getting ready for bed with some soft music playing in the background of my record player. While picking up my clothes for tomorrow, I spot a figure in my doorway. "Didnt think you were awake kid, it's pretty late." Natasha says cooly while giving me a smug smile. " ya know I'm only two years younger than you natasha." I laugh softly as she widens her eyes in fake shock "you still act like a kid so it's fair to call you one." She smiles. "Whatever." I say rolling my eyes

I settle into bed looking up at her as she still stands in the doorway watching me attentively. "Nat, if your gonna keep watching me like a creep, at least get into bed with me." She sighs as she gets into bed next to me, smiling with a soft expression.

"What's wrong Natasha? You know u can tell me anything" I ask, worry written over my expression. "It's nothing darling, don't worry about me, you should get to sleep though."

I nod yawning;to sleepy to contradict, cuddling up to my pillow facing the red head, her emerald eyes calming the storm that clouds my mind. As I doze off I feel something pull at my hand, opening my eyes ever so softly I see Natasha pulling my hand up to her face. Holding it close like she never wants to let it go ever again. Her breath brushing softly on my knuckles.

I smile warmly, closing my eyes to take in her sent, the sweet smell of rose water and ivy clouding my mind. I graze my eyes over her face, taking in what she looks like, engraving it into my head.

God, I'm so grateful to call you mine.