late to the carnival
Natasha was driving to your apartment when she got a text which read:
I’m so sorry. I’m going to be a bit late just got back in from a mission, Sorry L
Natasha rolled her eyes, she had told the guys to try and keep both of your schedules clear. She was stuck in traffic so she texted back:
Don’t worry stuck in traffic anyway. Is it all right if when I get to your place I park up and head up to yours?
She put her phone down and turned down a side street, she really didn’t have the patience for traffic today. She pulled into the parking bay outside your house and rang the buzzer. She was buzzed in a moment later. When she got to your apartment she found the door open ajar. “(y/n)” she shouted.
“Hi Nat” she heard you shout over the sound of a hairdryer.
“Are you okay?” She asked, it wasn’t like you to leave the front door open, given how security conscious you were.
“Yeah, it’s just don’t have any clothes on right now” you said as you turned the hairdryer off and reached for the jeans that you picked out earlier.
Natasha felt her cheeks heat up slightly. So that’s why you didn’t reply to her text.
“I’ll be in the living room when you’re ready” she said. Before sauntering into the living room. You and Nat had hung out in your apartment hundreds of times before she finally decided to ask you out. She took up her familiar position on your couch. She smiled to herself, it was your first date but it didn’t feel like it. It felt like some sort of natural progression. The two of you were close friends and the feelings she had towards you were starting to grow into something more.
She flicked the TV on and found something not entirely awful to watch.
It was 20 minutes after that when you walked into the living room. “Ready?” she asked, as she looked up.
She smiled as she saw you, you looked flawless, “Of course” you replied feeling as lucky as Natasha did in this moment. Natasha’s hand slipped into yours as the two of you headed to her car, Natasha couldn’t help but smile when she saw you smile at her action. The two of you laughed as she drove the two of you to the carnival.
The two of you walked around the carnival hand in hand. Until you saw a stand with air rifles, the two of you looked at it each other and smiled. You paid despite Natasha’s protests. She made you go first, “You know guns aren’t my thing Tasha” you laughed as she handed you the rifle.
“No but you look hot with a gun” she said, biting her lower lip slightly. You blushed and turned your attention to the targets, but you could still feel her gaze on you. You missed every shot. You were about to take your last shot when you felt Natasha come up behind you. Her hands rested over yours before she moved them into the correct position, “It’s a good thing you don’t need a gun” she smirked before backing away. You took you shot and hit the target, you didn’t win anything.
“Your turn” you said as you turned to the red head handing her the rifle. She knocked over every target a slightly smug look crossed her face as she chose her prize. She chose a small stuffed (y/f/d/b/or/c), knowing that you had one as a child, and that it could fit in your bag perfectly when you went on rides. She turned around and handed it to you, “I know they’re your favourite” she whispered in your ear. You kissed her cheek and said thank you as she took your arm, her hair covering the blush that tainted her cheeks.
The two of you laughed as you walked around the fair. Natasha pulled you to a stop in front a roller coaster, “I know you hate heights but…” she trailed off as she looked at the roller coaster. “Only of you hold my hand” you said as you pulled the two of you into the que. Natasha smiled at you before kissing you lightly on the cheek. As much as it terrified you actually found the roller coaster quite enjoyable.
Natasha smiled to herself. Knowing that you could deal with the heights gave her an idea, sure it was a cliché idea but it was an idea that made her smile. As the night started to draw to a close Natasha and you found yourselves standing in the que for the Ferris wheel. She kissed your cheek as she felt your grip on her hand tighten slightly, “Don’t worry I’ve got you” she whispered in your ear as you took your seats. As you neared the top you turned and kissed Natasha lightly on the cheek, “thank you for an amazing first date”. Natasha blushed and turned her head to place her forehead against yours, you both knew what was about to happen. Your lips met in a kiss that was sweet, it had an innocence about it. Her hand rose to cup your face, her thumb lightly rubbing against your cheek. Your hand rested on her shoulder.