Natasha 'Black Widow' Romanoff x Girlfriend!Reader

You stared at the sleeping red haired former assassin, she shifted in her sleep moving closer to you. She wrapped her arms around you and tugged you closer, snuffling her face into your neck. Smiling you twisted slightly and kissed her forehead. You manged to wiggle round and wrap your own arms around the sleeping woman. You squeezed her lightly before closing your eyes and slowing falling asleep.

A few days later, you watched waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. Natasha was making a coffee in the kitchen, you didn't want her to fling it at you like she done with her fruit juice the last time you had done this. You watched as she placed it behind her on the island and turned to move around to where the chairs were. You moved out of your hiding place slowing creeping, you raised yourself onto your tiptoes ready. You jumped with a shout, wrapping your legs around her waist, your arms encircled themselves around her neck and shoulders. You kissed her cheek. "Hi." She grinned at you, "Hi crazy, you know I saw you right." You pouted, "That's not fair." She wrapped her arms around your butt, pulling you more securely onto her back, she moved her arms to secure your thighs around her waist and to keep you there. She walked over to the breakfast bar and picked up her coffee and took a deep sip.

A while later, you were sent on a secret mission by Fury. You had almost gotten killed and Sam Wilson had pulled you out of the rubble of the building which had collapsed on you. The quinjet hovered over the tower, you disembarked with Wilson, both of you still covered in dust, dirt and blood. Your blood, a small amount but enough to freak Natasha out. She ran to you her short red hair bouncing around her head. She pulled you into a hug and buried her fingers in your hair. She held you tight. "I'm okay too, if any one cares." Sam snarked. Natasha mostly let you go but kept a tight hold of your hand and wrapped both her arms around the avenger, tugging you with her into the semi-awkward hug. "I'm being hugged by an assassin." Sam's voice held and aura of disbelief. You nodded sagely, "She hugs." You deadpanned, Sam chuckled. Natasha let him go, and began tugging you back to the tower, tears swimming in her eyes, which Sam had the good graces to ignore. He had, however, whispered in her ear that you were okay, and he would never let anything hurt you, as you were like a little sister to him. She had given him a watery smile.

Once you had cleaned up, Natasha had tugged you to the bed and crawled under the covers with you. She had tugged you tightly to her and kissed your cheek. "Don't leave me." She whispered into your skin, where your shoulder met your neck. "Like I could." You paused. "Like you'd let me." She laughed softly, you sighed lightly and twisted in her arms to wrap your arms around her. You kissed her forehead. "I love you, Tasha." She wiggled in your arms, "I love you too."