Bathroom confessions and First dates
(y/e/c) = your eye colour
(y/h/c) = your hair colour
You headed straight to your room after you got back from your mission. It was supposed to be simple, you were taking out a small HYDRA base by yourself. Something you had done countless times, no biggie. That was until you got there, when you realised there was a whole subterranean complex large enough to house the population of London. Biggie.
As a result, 4 hours after you planned to return, weary and weak, battered and bruised, your muscles aching and dirt encrusted into you skin, you arrived back to your room in the avengers tower. You headed straight for the shower, throwing your mission clothes into a pile in the corner of your room. You turned on the shower, pulled the shower curtain shut and let the warm water pour over your aching body. That was when you herd the sound of your bedroom door opening, “(y/n)” you herd someone call out, and that someone was Natasha.
Crap, you thought. You had had a extremely well developed crush on a certain Russian red head for a while and as the two of you grew closer as friends your feelings grew. They had grown so much that you knew you loved her, but you kept that to yourself.
“In the bathroom” you called out over the sound of the water cascading down your body. You herd Natasha open the bathroom door and lean against it. She gazed at your silhouette in the shower curtain.
“I didn’t realise you were in the shower” she lied. She knew full rightly that you were in the shower, but after she herd what happened on your mission she was not waiting to see if you were okay. She needed to hear for herself, she needed to hear your voice. The voice that calmed her down, made her laugh and comforted her so often. She needed to see you, to see you (y/e/c) eyes, your (y/h/c) hair, that tired but still beautiful smile you have after every mission. She needed to feel you, she needed one of the hugs you give where you wrap your arms around her, and she pulls you into her by your waist. She needed to know you were okay because you had changed everything. Before she met you, love was for children, it was what they told her. Before she met you she felt numb. You slowly changed all that, just the way you were. She could feel her walls slowly crumbling and she didn’t mind. What she did mind were the nerves of she felt whenever she tried to ask you out. Natasha didn’t get nervous, but you made her nervous.
Natasha looked up as she herd you chuckle, “You know Nat, if you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do is ask”. Nat stifled a giggle, thankful you couldn’t see the blush that came to her face.
“Is that an invitation?” She asked playfully.
“Not just yet Miss Romanoff, take me on a date first” you responded. It was normal for you and Nat to flirt, as you did both of you wished with all your heart that the other one meant it.
She rolled her eyes, “Are you always this flirtatious?”.
In your tiredness you faltered slightly, “Only with you Nat” you said, normally this would have been fine as you would have covered it in layers of playfulness and sarcasm. But the words that came out of your mouth were sincere and Natasha caught that.
“(y/n) are you okay” she said her voice betraying her emotions. You could hear the worry behind her words.
“I’m fine Tasha, just a little bruised” you said. Your voice was soft, you had never herd Natasha worry before.
You herd a sigh of relief before the red head spoke again, in her usual flirtatious tone “So about that date, how about tonight”.
“That desperate to see me naked huh Nat” you joked as you turned off the water.
“Erm no, I mean yes, erm oh God” You herd Nat stammer and groan. As her hand poked through the shower curtain handing you a towel.
“I always screw up when I try to ask you” Nat groaned internally as you stepped out of the shower. “What I was trying to say is, will you go on a date with me” Nat asked looking you straight in the eyes. Not trusting your tired self to give a coherent answer, you kissed her. You felt her kiss back, softly and gently, she was definitely aware of your current condition.
You both pulled away for air, she looked at your face and said “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for”. Nat pulled you into you room and threw you your favourite pair of pyjamas before picking up your favourite movie.
“I hope you don’t mind a first date being a movie and a take away on the sofa” she said before pecking you lips lightly.
“Sound perfect” you said as you placed a light kiss on her lips.
Once Natasha left the room she headed straight to hers before pausing to let what had just happened sink in. You were safe. She asked you out on a date. You said yes. You kissed her. Twice. She collapsed on her bed a smile erupting onto her face. She quickly pulled on her favourite pyjamas, ordered your favourite take away, and made her way to the “Super scary spy room” as Tony called it. In reality it was an empty room which the two of you had commandeered for the nights you hang out. On one wall you would project movies, on the opposite side of the room you would sit on the sofa and watch it. Natasha covered the sofa in pillows and blankets before setting up the movie ready to go.
Once she was finished she went back to your room. Happy to see the smile that was on your face. She offered you her hand and you gladly accepted, your fingers intertwining with hers. The two of you had the most amazing evening. Your favourite part was when Natasha pulled you onto her lap during the movie and the two of you cuddled on the sofa. Natasha’s favourite part was when your head was resting on her chest and she turned to look at you, only to find that you were fast asleep in her arms. Something she had daydreamed about for a long time. She kissed your forehead before pulling a blanket over the two of you and drifting off to sleep herself.