Natasha Romanoff one-shots

You never forgot Natalia Romanova. When you were in Red Room your lives depended on each other. The two of you were paired together, this meant you danced together, tended each other’s wounds and it the winter when it got cold and they red room didn’t give you the materials for a fire, you would keep each other warm. You nicknamed her little Talia, given how small she was compared to you. She called you dreamer on account on how you fell asleep first.

Though you both acted like it was a necessity when you curled together in the winter, you were both happy when winter came around. It was comforting for the both of you to remember that not everyone was sharp and cold, it was through each other that you remembered that people could be warm and soft.

Oh how far that innocence had fallen, you thought as you stood in your superior’s office with a gun to his head. “Operative (y/l/n), what is the meaning of this” he demanded.

You replied with a smirk, “I need to kill two birds with one stone, this is the quickest way to do it”. That was when she decided to make an entrance. The friend you hadn’t seen since they transferred you to the Black Mamba programme.

“Your timing was always perfect Little Talia” you said as you glanced up at her, “I am sorry it could not be under different circumstances”

“I have to admit this is not what I expected when I heard you were assigned to recreate the Red Room” Natasha said as she eyed you curiously.

“You know me Talia, I used to have dreams before I was made a weapon” You saw a slight change in your old comrades face, just for a moment, “They made me a weapon, you know all too well the types of things they made me do and I hate myself for it, if there was one good thing I could do with my life it will be to stop the red room from existing again”.

Natasha’s eyes widened and in that moment she understood. She understood that although, like her, you had been forced to do things that kept you awake at night, you were still you. You were still her Dreamer. And you were making your stand.

“Let me help you but not like this” She said stepping forward, “Let S.H.I.E.L.D. take him in, we can use his intel to destroy the remnants of the Red Room”
She watched you intently before seeing you lower your gun.

“The Black Mamba lacks the balls to kill me, how precious” you former superior laughed before he felt your vice like grip on the back of his head. Then he felt his face smash in to the desk before his chair was spun round to face you.

“Nickoli, you should know that balls are week” You said as you slammed your foot into his groin area and watched the man writhe in pain, “They are broken easily, a highly vulnerable, highly visible weak spot in more ways than one”.

When you looked back up you saw a small smirk on Natasha’s face, “It’s good to have you back Dreamer”.

——————Time skip———————

You had been at S.H.I.E.L.D. for two years when you and Natasha had agreed to move out of S.H.I.E.L.D. barracks into a nearby apartment. Other people at work raised their eyebrows at the decision but they were all too scared to say. At first the apartment didn’t have anything there to make it a home.

Then, one day, you brought home an ornate picture frame. In it you put in a picture that Clint had taken of you and Nat celebrating after the two of you had destroyed the last remnants of the red room. You placed it on the bare coffee table in the living room. The next day Natasha bought some pillows for the sofa. The day after that you got a throw to match the pillows. The next day the two of you went out together and bought some vintage film posters to frame and hang up.

Though neither of you talked about the changes to your environment you both knew what they meant. It was the two of you settling down, well as much as the two of you could in your profession. The two of you would often sit on the sofa in the Livingroom, almost in silence as you watched movie or TV shows or read books. It was during these moments when you slowly realised that Natasha was never just a friend to you. You realised that she was infinitely more than a friend and that even in the Red Room, where they had tried to tear your humanity away, you loved her. That love had survived everything.

What you had never realised was Natasha had felt the same. When she was first sent to get you part of her felt crushed as she thought that you weren’t you anymore. But when she saw you again, she saw you were you. You were her dreamer, like you always had been. When you came to S.H.I.E.L.D. with her she was surprised by how you were able to act normally like you had never been to the red room, like the training was nothing. But when it was just you and her, she saw through the cover. Mainly because you didn’t have it on. When you both had nightmares the two of you would sleep on the sofa together. Natasha was almost on a constant battle with herself to convince herself that this was enough and for a while she felt like she was winning.

That was until she was lying on the cold hard floor of a HYDRA prison. Her breath hitched as she took in her surroundings. It looked like her room. The Room they gave her when she graduated. She pushed her back up against the wall and pulled her knees into her. She looked around the room, trying to find some way out. The door was fingerprint operated so that was a no go. In the corner of the room she could see the covering o the electrical wires. She crawled over to them hoping that they would somehow connect to the door.

She prised the casing off the wall, only to be disappointed when she saw how old the wires were. That’s when she remembered you, you would be looking for her, and you would be the only other living person who knew this trick. She used the wire in her bra to make an antenna before making an old red room signal. Then she sat back, plotting what she would do next if this didn’t work.

————-Same time different place————-

You were listening out at your station when you heard it. The repeated high pitch pattern of sound that had been drilled into you. Bep beeeeeeeeeep beeeep beep beeeeeep bep. It repeated over and over. You wrote calculations on a piece of paper, had you still been with the KGB or whatever they call themselves now you would simply have annihilated the coordinates. Now you were on your way too them.

You flew the jet yourself. This was a solo rescue mission. You were returning with Natasha or not at all. You landed just beyond the radar of the HYDRA base. From there you snuck in, easily getting into their control room and taking out the guards. There you could see her on one of the screens, fashioning a knife out of something. With that you ran.

You used the unconscious guards thumb to open the door, “About time you got here, dreamer” you heard her say, her signature smirk plastered in her face.

Before she knew it she was wrapped in a hug “You’re an idiot” you said before releasing her, “Now let’s get you out of here”.

As the two of you walked in silence through the forest to the jet she couldn’t help but wonder why it was only you. It was S.H.I.E.L.D. protocol to send recuse parties in in groups of two. “Where’s your partner (y/n)” she asked as the doors of the jet closed.

“Currently being a pain in the ass and asking me questions she already knows the answer to” you chuckled, only to feel her playfully hitting you on the shoulder as you bother sat down in the cockpit.

“Why, (y/n)? its against S.H.I.E.L.D. protocol” she said turning to face you as the auto pilot took over.

“Why Talia, is that really a question you need to ask?” you said concentrating on the sky in front of you. “When the made me the Black Mamba and they sent me on their missions, I had the mere memory of one person to escape to and keep me as me. And to this day I still love this person. So when they got captured, I was coming back with them or not at all. I couldn’t let someone else slow me down”.

Natasha looked at you softly. She could see the raw emotion on your face as you spoke. “You were always my dreamer, but you are also like a dream” she said as she reached over to spin your chair towards her, “When things were bad there I thought of you, like a sanctuary in my own head and when you were back in my life I thought that having you close would be enough”.

You looked up from your lap and saw her, her eyes focusing on your hands, gently you reached out to her, taking her hands in yours. “(y/n), its not enough to have you close but not be with you.” She said, looking into your (y/e/c) eyes she said, “I love you dreamer”

“I love you too Little Talia” you said as you squeezed her hand tighter. Natasha moved suddenly, with such speed it took you by surprise. Before you knew it she had straddled your lap and would her arms around your neck. Gently you wrapped your arms around her waist making sure that she didn’t fall. You could feel her breath on your lips as you leaned forward, closing the distance between the two of you. As your lips met, years of built up love, sorrow, anger and more feelings than you could keep track of flowed through the two of you. You lips moved together effortlessly, like you had been made for each other.