Give us a chance? (Natasha Romanoff x Fem reader)

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Nat's POV:

She calls the restaurant and settled herself comfortably for us to talk while the food gets here "So..." She starts awkwardly, tension reasonably high, fidgeting with her fingers in stress and apprehension"You work for S.H.I.E.L.D. with that Fury guy?"

"Yes,  I presume he came one day or another to recruit you and you said no?" I carefully ask making her nod

There's a few seconds of silence before she speaks again "Was it all about recruiting me or put me in check or lock me up-" She continues her questions, voice starting to shake, but anger still slightly peaking through

"Wait! Wait, who told you you were my mission and who the hell wants to lock you up!?" I defend some kind of protective instinct kicking in

"Well, Natasha, you entered that bar and what? A month later a dude with a freaking eye patch illegally entered my appartement trying to recruit me. Don't need to be Einstein to get it" She explains...fair point, wasn't exactly subtle

"Look, the initial plan was to infiltrate Stark industries, seduce Tony if necessary all of it to get him back on tracks. Which meant to save his life and then maybe he could become an Avenger, which he did" I detail my mission wanting no ambiguity in my words, doing my best so this newfound stress isn't remarkable. One misstep and she won't be here anymore. "You were just... someone I couldn't resist talking to?" I add half-flirtatiously, half-asking

She smiles a bit "I recall more of a forced encounter, at first you wouldn't even look at me" Her voice sounds nostalgic

"Doesn't count! I was still in my mission mode" I answer truthfully, even at the time she was drop dead gorgeous

"Yeah, sure" She mumbles not believing me at all, what a fool

"Who wouldn't remark such a wonderful being" I say to myself

"What?" Fuck. She wasn't suppose to hear that

"Nothing." I answer coldly making both of us fall in a silence neither uncomfortable or pleasing, just silence.

"So you can confirm me I'm not just some mission that this Fury asked you to accomplish so I can get into S.H.I.E.L.D. for some odd reasons" She asks

"You never were just a mission" I quickly defend without missing a bit and emphasizing the 'just'

"Are you implying I once was!?" She asks raising her voice. I stay silent. "Really!?" I stay silent and she starts laughing "How could I be so stupid. Obviously, interesting people wouldn't really like people like me" She rambles hand on her forehead

"I never faked any of my feelings, all of it is real" I argue rather calmly

"So is the spying!" She yells back "Tell me what you told 'em" She then angrily requested, but I just hold eye contact with her staying silent hating each one of the fucking microphones in this appartement "I bet you told them about my family, my youth, my fucking work schedule, my weaknesses obviously, they probably know everything I told you, right?" She lists cockily as I try to stay silent, knowing her anger is quite justified. "Did you tell them my shit sleep schedule, Romanoff!? Do they know more about my fucking nightmares than yours, huh!? " She yells at my face

"You're overstating things" Fury, Maria, Coulson and I were the only one aloud to see those rush, they probably only  kept the basics hint or clues of what her 'powers' could have been. "And you know very well I'm not that much of an asshole to talk about nightmares. So you don't get to play that card!" I say my voice getting at the same level as hers, but she either ignores it or regrets saying it because it's not in the conversation anymore