natasha romonova

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natasha romanova - the black widow

“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.”

[Talking about Tony’s relationship with Bucky]

Natasha: So, am I right in thinking that you and he…

Bucky: We… dabble.

Natasha: Yeah?

Bucky: Yeah.

Natasha: So…what’s his “dabbling” like?

Bucky: …Innovative.

Natasha: Really!

Bucky: Bordering on the avant-garde.

Natasha: Wow!

Bucky: Oh yeah… [stares into space] Huh… [snaps out of it] So, should we get your cover story sorted?

Natasha: Absolutely.

Sangria - N.R.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female!Reader

Warnings: Gets a bit heated at the end but no smut.

Word Count: 1.1K

Requested: Yes

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 you.

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Just Friends?

Originally posted by nbaku

Request: 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

Pairing: Natasha X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: adult themes, mentions of sex, etc

PART II

MASTERLIST


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.”

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Stolen - Chapter One

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female!Reader

Warnings: Angst, PTSD, memory loss, mentions of physical/mental abuse, mentions of forced drug usage

Word Count: 1.4K

Requested: No


The lights were blinding. The sounds were deafening. As I came to, the first thing that I remembered was that I was no longer a prisoner. I was no longer a bird in a cage. I was free.

Free, free, free, free.

“Well, good morning.”

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I just want to play with your hair

Pairing - Natasha x Fem!Reader

Warnings - a little swearing, F/F, mentions of sex?, some teasing, i tried to keep this pretty fluffy so I don’t think there’s anything else

Other Characters - Tony/Steve/Bucky

Word Count - 886 (short I know)

Summary - Y/N plays with Nat’s hair during movie night

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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.

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“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.

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Gray Space: Natasha Romanoff x Reader AU

Soulmate AU: Part One

The 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 that reality.

Maybe 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.

In 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.

In the literal sense.

In 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.

You 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.

That is, until one of them turned around to see you.

“Hey! Get out of here!” Your head whipped away from the camera at the sound, eyes meeting the female of the group.

Red. 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.

You 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.

And 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.

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Imagine Going To Pride With Your Girlfriend Natasha


For Anon


Bright colors, glitter, and almost naked bodies flood New York. The Avengers tower is lit up in rainbow colors and all the Avengers are trapsing around New York enjoying the festivities.


Thor is leading an army of pansexuals through all the parks.


Tony and Steve are starting a bisexual safe place in one of Tony’s clubs.


Clint and Phil are collecting aromantic and asexual people together to give positive self esteem seminars.


Fury is actually participating too and hanging out at a Demisexual picnic lunch.


Maria is leading a support group for transgender and transsexual people.


Pietro is living it up at a gay bar.


Vision is hanging with the gender non binary community.


Wanda is explaining how to be an ally to all the cis straight friends that were dragged to Pride.


All the while you and Natasha are scheming with the lesbians on how to take over the world.


“So are we going to kill all the men?” Caren asks. You and Natasha had easily learned the louder girls names.


“I say no we need slaves” Natasha replies.


“I like how you think darling” you say and kiss her cheek.


“Thanks honey. Happy Pride” Natasha whispers in your ear.


“What about misogyny we have to destroy that first” someone shouts.


“Agreed” you and Natasha state at the same time. “We will just have to start a Twitter movement.”