9 Natasha/Female Reader
(Told from Natasha's Point Of View)
I've been made on an under cover mission and head into a small, dark restaurant to try and blend in.
"Do you have a reservation?" The hostess asks.
"Um...my date is already back if I could..."
"Ms. Verneti?" She asks.
"Yes," I agree, looking behind me to make sure I don't have a tail.
"Your date is in the back, I think the poor girl though you ditched her," the hostess points to a young woman, sitting alone, her face in her hands.
"I'll go fix that immediately," I assure, just as the door opens behind me.
I slide into the other side of the booth and she looks up.
"Who-"
"Shh, there's a creep following me, I just need to lay low for a few minutes," I assure.
"O-okay.." She agrees, I can hear it in her voice she's been crying.
The enemy agent managed to get back and I panic.
I lean across the table and kiss the crying girl, angling us so he can't see me very well.
"Stupid bitch," he mutters as he leaves.
"Excuse me!" She cries.
"Sorry...I uh...guess I should introduce myself, Natalia," I rub the back of my head.
"M/C...don't do that again," she huffs.
If you wanted this can be on me, and I could keep you company, so I don't just kiss and run," I offer.
"Fine.." She agrees.
~~~
We end up striking up a conversation about her actual date standing her up, and my cover story that the other agent was my violent ex.
By the time we're both done we've exchanged numbers.
"Maybe we could do this again some time," I offer without thinking.
"I'd like that.." She smiles.