Chapter 1
It was a well known fact among the high-level agents of Shield that Natasha Romanov was not to be messed with.
She may smile and joke around her closest friends, but to strangers she was a walking dagger. With guns.
They were aware of the fact that she could snap their neck in less than two seconds, despite their years of training. There was no denying the aura that followed her around, like a dog baring it’s teeth, ready to attack.
Although they weren’t visible, there were knives, a gun or two, widow bites and even a taser, all strapped to her body at any time. This only made everyone tread lightly around her.
Those agents who were there before Natasha joined Shield and knew her as a ruthless killer of The Red Room was even more afraid of her. One could see visible shivers when she entered the room with them, and the excuses they come up with to leave the area get weaker every single time.
With their own eyes, they had watched her take down more men in one fight than they had in their entire lives.
The shiver that raced down spines when her name was mentioned was always present, along with a lingering fear that rung like a warning in the back of their heads.
It was not something she minded. To be honest, Natasha kind of enjoyed the power the carried around like it weighed nothing. She was glad that the horrors that were done to her in The Red Room actually was good for something. If that good was people actually respecting her, then so be it.
She was the Black Widow, a force to be reckoned with no matter what.
However, for the people who actually know her, she’s a totally different person.
Whenever she’s walking with Clint or Steve and they bump into some random agent, a series of stutters and apologies always meet them. Natasha, being herself, gives them a confident smirk, wriggles her shoulders and lets them go. Of course, she get’s hit in the back of the head for her cockiness by whoever she’s with. Natasha can live with.
Her friends enjoy watching people weaken at the knees when she’s close, when they know the truth. They know the truth about the real Natasha.
And the truth?
Natasha Romanov is a softie.
A real, squishy, cute, sweet softie who has a knack for becoming a pillow for her fellow avengers and friends.
So, naturally, they took this to their advantage. Teasing her to no end about how the dangerous Black Widow secretly enjoyed a quiet night wrapped up in someone’s arms.
Nat would only blush, look to the side bashfully and grumble something incoherent. Most likely a death threat. Something down that alley.
As the avengers started discussing this important matter with each other, they found out that Natasha showed her love differently for everyone. A massive discussion occurred, everyone shouting about how they received love.
It was a very strange thing to listen to, according to an anonymous source with blonde hair and widow bites.