MARVEL IMAGINES

NATASHA ROMANOFF • Aprons

Natasha stared down at the assortment of ingredients, placing her hands on her hips. This was going to be a lot of effort.

"Are you readyyy!?" You cooed, entering the kitchen with two aprons.

Natasha scoffed, "I am not wearing one of those... have you got any other ones?" She looked at the two in your hands disgustedly. In one hand, the apron had cats on top of pizzas. In the other, there as little elephants in a pattern. Your smiled flattened, but only slightly. You still had a smile on your face, it even slowly forming into a smirk.

"Nope." You popped the 'p', handing over the apron with the cats. Natasha begrudgingly took it and put it on. You giggled.

"Hey Nat, have you seen my— oh my GOD!" Both yourself and Natasha looked up to see Peter standing in the doorway, hand clasped over his mouth. You felt the spy tense from next to you. "That apron... oof... it's legendary. Let me take a picture for—"

"You take a picture of me and you die before you can press send." Natasha growled, causing Peter to swallow thickly and shove his phone back into his pocket.

"On that note... I'm going to go and see Mr Stark. Goodbye." He rushed away as Natasha continued to cut the cookies and place them on the tray unfazed. She wiped down the apron in between, making sure it was straight and looking good.

You chuckled, causing her to look up at you confusedly.

"What?"

"You like the apron, don't you?" You smirked, crossing your arms over your chest.

"What! No!" Natasha argued back immediately.

"You can't lie to me, bestie."

"We aren't besties." Natasha rolled her eyes, laughing lowly as she turned around to open the oven, "merely friends baking cookies. First batch is in, you better hurry up."

"We are bestiesssss and you love my cat apronnnn!" You cheered in a singsongy voice. Before you could continue, you got a soft shove. "Aye! Hands off the elephants!!"

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WRITTEN BY ELLE