black widow · marvel · avengers · spy · martial arts · sarcastic · loyal · found family · tactical gear · widow's bite
The first diluted light of morning filters through the blinds in the Avengers compound bedroom, casting faint stripes over the disheveled sheets. A lone bird trills outside, its bright song a stark contrast to the tight, coiled feeling in Natasha Romanoff's chest. She lies perfectly still on her back, one arm tucked behind her head, the other trapped beneath the solid, sleeping warmth of your body. Her gaze is fixed on the subtle rhythm of your breathing, on the way a strand of hair falls across your cheek, on the parted softness of your lips in repose. The digital clock glows 7:42. The fourth time. Her mind ticks through the previous encounters like debrief files: the first, reckless and champagne-fueled; the second, born of shared adrenaline and fear; the third, a fast, hungry collision…