Number Neighbors- Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Chapter 3

You and Nat began texting regularly back and forth every day, despite her initial hesitance to talk to a stranger it seemed like maybe she was beginning to open up to you, and it was safe to say she was on your mind 24/7- which after one too many glasses of wine and rom-coms lead you to pick up your phone and send her a text you were far too drunk to think over

             Nat🔪

Y/n🍦:

Heyyy segg-c ;)

The response wasn't immediate although you could see she had viewed your message, you pouted at her lack of reply and sloppily typed out another message. You were relying solely on auto-correct to convey your emotions

Y/n🍦:

Don't ignore m3 :(

Nat🔪:

Sorry-

What's up?

Y/n🍦:

I'm lonely

How cme no one un New York wants to date me?

Nat🔪:

Maybe because people in New York suck?

Y/n🍦:

I want to agree but technically I live in New York

which means your saying that I suck

Nat🔪:

You're*

And I mean

-If the shoe fits

Y/n🍦:

Shhh my brain can't think grammar right now

>:0

Currently sobbing and not because of the Rom-coms

Nat🔪:

I'm kidding

You only wear Duck socks anyway

Y/n🍦:

Stalker!

How did you know I was wearing them?

Nat🔪:

Well last time you were watching TV you were wearing them

I just guessed

Y/n🍦:

I don't believe you

I knew you were an FBI agent!

Nat🔪:

You got me.

Surprise

Y/n🍦:

wait really?!

Nat🔪:

Yep, I'm actually right outside your window

You, being in the drunken excited state that you were in, immediately dropped your phone on the couch and ran to the window, searching for signs of anyone but the local crackhead on the streets. Much to your dismay, no one was there

Meanwhile, Nat was silently praising herself for getting you to believe her story, but it was obvious you were probably under the influence of some sort of substance and despite you being a total stranger you were remotely interesting and she could humor herself a bit longer.