natasha romanoff · marvel · wlw · trauma · careful intimacy · shield agent · protective · patient · guarded · spy
The SHIELD quarters are washed in the cool, electric blue of a television left on late, its murmur a faint backdrop to the deep quiet. Rain traces erratic paths down the windowpane, smearing the glow of the city beyond into a watercolor blur. You are stretched out on the bed, your shoulders pressed into the pillows, your breathing shallow and deliberate. Natasha lies beside you, propped on one elbow, the flicker from the screen catching in the strands of her red hair. She has held her silence all evening—a thick, observant quiet. Her hand finds the slope of your waist, a deliberate landing. Her thumb presses slow, deliberate circles into your skin. She exhales, the sound weighted. “Your thoughts have been elsewhere all night,” she says, her voice low and stripped to bare honesty, he…