“you’re not gonna put me in a prison. you’re not gonna put any of us in a prison. you know why?” “do enlighten us.” “because you need us. yes, the world is a vulnerable place, and yes, we helped make it that way. but we’re also the ones best qualified to defend it. so if you want to arrest me, arrest me. you’ll know where to find me.”
Warnings: Gets a bit heated at the end but no smut.
Word Count: 1.1K
A/N: Lowkey based on the song Sangria by SAARA, which you can listen to here. Enjoy, babes!
Natasha Romanoff is a careful and dangerous woman. Her words
could cut like a knife or kiss like a feather and you would never know which
until she said them.
The words she would say to you, for example, were always
soft and delicate, like the first traces of a paintbrush on a blank canvas. The
adoring smile that came with them before she kissed you, the way her fingers
trailed down your back as she whispered them in your ear.
Words from her lips were always pure bliss when intended for
I’d love if you would write a Natasha Romanoff x female reader fic, where they’re both avengers and have been sleeping together
and flirting for a few months. R develops feelings for Nat and is loyal
to her and thinks that Nat feels the same even though they never put a
label on it. But 1 night R overhears a conversation that Nat and Clint
are having, where Clint teases her about her ‘girlfriend’ and Nat says
that it’s ‘not serious’. R is devastated and runs off.
A/N: I hope I did this prompt some justice! I like writing sappy things! Tags and Requests are open, fam! xx
Y/N’s eyes slowly opened as she let out a small yawn, rolling over to find Natasha staring at her. Her lips stretched into a smile as she leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Good morning,” Y/N whispered quietly, her body filling with warmth from Nat’s touch, “how long were you staring at me, weirdo?”
“Long enough,” she giggled, “I was beginning to wonder if you were going to wake up, sleepyhead.”
“It was a long night,” Y/N admitted as she felt her cheeks heat up, the memories of the night before entering her mind - it had been wonderful and passionate, “don’t you have training?”
“Don’t you have training?” she stuck her tongue out at her as she got out of the bed, running a hand through her red tresses.
Y/N took a moment to admire her naked form before sitting up and responding, “I don’t have training today. I’m leaving for a mission tonight, remember?”
“I wish you didn’t have to go,” Nat admitted as she started pulling on some clothes, “I wish we could stay here just longer, just the two of us.”
“It’ll only be for a few days, a week at most,” Y/N promised as she stood up and stretched. She quickly gathered her discarded clothing, pulling them on in order to head back to her room, “besides, Bucky’s going with me, and he’ll get the job done as quickly as possible.”
“Promise you’ll be careful?” Nat asked quietly as she kissed her again, lingering for a few seconds longer than necessary.
“Always,’ Y/N beamed at her, “I’ll see you later.”
A/N - This is extremely old, but I found it in my drafts and haven’t posted in a really long time so here you go. Going to try to get back into writing. I miss it a lot.
“So, what movie are we going to watch tonight?” Bucky’s voice fills the room before the rest of him. “Dunno yet. Probably some boring cliche horror film since Steve’s the one choosing,” Tony replies as he plops down next to Y/N. Steve shoots him a glare before turning back to the movies mounted on the wall next to the TV.
world, quite literally, was black and white for you and it had been that way
for what felt like a very long time. You were one of the unlucky kind, fated to
only gain their sight of color upon meeting their soulmate. Some were lucky
enough to be born with words marring their skin, or have visions placed in
their mind. But you, Y/n, were perpetually trapped in a blind abyss. One that
served as a constant reminder that you were alone in a world of lovers. That
was the black and white, soulmates and loners. There was a thrumming divide
between the two kinds of people, regardless of what fated divine practice led
them to their other halves. In a black and white world, there was no escape of
it made you more callous, cut off from people because you couldn’t truly
experience the world and they could. Even your perspective was black and white.
Perhaps if you had a soulmate you wouldn’t be so bitter. So pessimistic. You
preferred to be called realistic, but that was subjective.
a world you couldn’t fully be a part of, even your comforts were removed. Though
that couldn’t be blamed on one person directly, as it was an alien invasion. After
the first exposure of the so-called Avengers, your take on the world became a
little less black and white.
the literal sense.
one moment, you went from interviewing random bystanders about the recent incident
in Germany for a freelance piece, the next there was a giant gaping hole torn
through the sky with horrific looking figures spilling out of it. There were no
words to describe the horror of having your ideas on cookie cutter reality
shattered. Instead of running as everyone else did, you had done the only thing
you knew, stick your nose where you didn’t belong to write a new piece.
saw them before they saw you, some you recognized from the recent Germany exposure.
The dinky camera in your hand moved faster than you thought it could. Snapping
photos, wonderful exclusives that would give your name the meaning you’d only
dreamt of. While those aliens were frightening, your self-preservation lost as
you tried to creep closer to the scene.
is, until one of them turned around to see you.
Get out of here!” Your head whipped away from the camera at the sound, eyes
meeting the female of the group.
There was so much vibrant red. She was
red. You didn’t even realize red could be so beautiful. Yet there she was, your
red amongst a black and white world.
hardly noticed her own slackened jaw as she met your eyes, far too overwhelmed by
the new color intruding on the world around you. You didn’t care that someone
grabbed your arm and tore you away to find shelter in a café, distracted by the
civilians red nail polish. You hadn’t even know that your own shoes were red.
then she was gone and you had no way of contacting her again because the world
was not gray and kind for those trapped in black and white.