Female Marvel x Female Reader [ENDED]

Love Story (Natasha Romanoff)

You pulled down your dress and wriggled uncomfortably.

(Y/N): "Remind me again why are here?"

Natasha: "Mission."

(Y/N): "Buy why us specifically? It's a prom."

Natasha: "Gay prom."

(Y/N): "Oh."

You and Natasha was infiltrating a high school (apparently) gay prom to... actually you didn't know. But to you, whatever the faster this mission was over the better. You held hands with Natasha and walked in. There were bright lights everywhere, couples kissing and a lot of rainbow decorations.

Natasha: *wrinkles her nose in disgust* "Looks like a unicorn barfed in here."

You looked at her.

(Y/N): "Let's go get some punch."

Natasha: "You do know it's probably spiked."

(Y/N): "Yes, I know. Shall we?"

You ladled the punch into two cups and handed one to Natasha. You brought the cup to your lips and immediately made a face.

(Y/N): "This is definitely not fruit punch."

Natasha: *laughs* "Told you."

A faint blush appeared on your cheeks, under the poor lighting, you couldn't tell but was Natasha also blushing? She grabbed your hand and dragged you.

Natasha: "Come one, let's dance."

As she dragged you to the dance floor, the song 'Love Story' by Taylor Swift started playing.

We were both young when I first saw you

I closed my eyes and the flashback starts

I'm standing there on the balcony in summer air

She placed her left hand on your waist while holding your right hand with hers and you placed your left on her shoulder.

See the lights, see the party, see the ball gowns

See you make your way through the crowd

And say hello

Both of you slowly danced to the music. You were aware of the bright lights and music. That there were other people.

Little did I know

That you were Romeo and you were throwing pebbles

And my daddy said, "stay away from Juliet."

But you didn't care. All your focus was on how beautiful Natasha was.

And I was crying on the staircase

Begging you, please, don't go

And I said, "Romeo take me

You loved watching her. Right now, the way her single strand of hair falls in her face. The way her piercing green eyes scrutinised everything. How her lips would part slightly to catch a breath.

Somewhere we can be alone

I'll be waiting, all that's left to do is run

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

(Y/N): "ironic, isn't it?"

Natasha: "This song?"