rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)

n. romanoff + holding hands

without a word—and still pretending to listen to captain rogers debrief mission protocol—you pull natasha's hand into your lap.

"what are you doing?" she asks quietly.

you rub a thumb across her palm and don't answer her question. "is there always this much that could potentially go wrong?"

natasha smirks. "yep. that's how steve likes to run things."

the captain's head cocks to the side, his hands on his hips. "you have something to add, romanoff?"

she smiles. "nope."

hours later, the quinjet hits turbulence, and you grab her hand again.

"you're like, the world's most nervous avenger," she laughs.

she squeezes you back, though. just to reassure you.

natasha ends up holding your hand the tightest when you get hurt.

wanda sets you down gently as natasha gets down on one knee in front of you.

"you okay?" her grip on you is so strong, it almost aches.

"yeah." you smile shyly. "i'm okay."