You took a deep breath, adding your final touches of green to your face. You were a zombie this year. It was basic, sure, but easy. Wear some dirt-stained clothes and add green splotches to your face. Maybe draw a bite mark on your neck or something if you’re extra. Which, of course, you were.
You walked out of your room and down the halls of the Compound, using the loud sounds of music playing and guests talking as a guide to where the party was. It was Tony’s annual Halloween party, and all of the Avengers were required to attend.
Hence why you were even there.
You bit your lip anxiously, standing awkwardly in the corner of the room, near the door to some hallway. Sure, you could identify every one of your friends in the large room, but they were all deep in conversations with other people. And you weren't gonna drag any of them away from that, you weren't an asshole.
A tap on your shoulder zapped you from your thoughts. You turned to look at the culprit, eyes wide.
"Sorry," she chuckled. "Did I scare you?"
"Natasha." You said aloud, you know, like an idiot. "No. Uh--no. I'm..I'm alright, don't--don't worry."
She laughed again at that. “Well, nice costume.”
“Thanks. I like yours.”
“I went a little basic this year. Clint and I went as Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable last year, so I wanted to do something a little more well known this year.” She explained.
“A..devil?”
She flashed you a smile, doing a small spin. Her short and sparkly red dress—paired with fishnet tights and bright red high heels and a devil horn headband—made her look great.
“Correct.” She grinned. “What do you think?”
“It looks great.” You look great.
“Glad you think so. Did you see Tony? Already hammered.”
“Sounds about right. I still can’t believe Sam and Clint managed to get Steve and Bucky to go as the Teletubbies with them.” You chuckled.
“They look good, though.” Nat shrugged. Then she gave you a devilish grin. “You wanna do something..wicked?”
“Was that meant to be a Halloween joke?”
“Maybe.” She bit her lip. “So..you in?”
“Hell yeah I am.” You beamed.
“Well…we’re standing under the pumpkin.” She said, pointing up with her finger.
“Huh?” You craned your neck back to look up, and sure enough, there was a small pumpkin—most likely made of plastic—hanging from a string off the doorframe.
“Like mistletoe. But Halloween.” She smiled softly, staring into your eyes.
“What..do we do?”
“Kiss me, Y/n.” She leaned in, and so did you.
You kissed her softly, as she rested her hands on your shoulders, your hands gliding down to her hips. You pulled her closer, and she didn’t pull away, the inner part of her elbow against the back of your neck.
She guided you through the doorway and into the hall, never breaking your kiss. She pushed you against the wall, her lips and tongue moving in a rhythm that you desperately wanted to remember.
“Fuck,” you whispered against her lips, and she pressed her forehead to yours.
“Trick or treat,” she whispered, letting out a breathy laugh.
You kissed her again. “Treat,” you chuckled.
She led you back to her room.
Later, in the late hours of the night, or perhaps the early hours of the morning, she pressed a kiss to your cheek.
Though the words were never spoken aloud, you knew what her expression meant. I love you.
“Happy Halloween, Y/n.” She mumbled.
“Happy Halloween.”