9. ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x GN!ReaderWarnings: Suggestive themes.Words: 11k+

The Avengers Compound was entirely engulfed in comfortable silence while every soul living there was taken over by sleep filled with images of their hidden desires. Their minds were relaxing, displaying every one of the thoughts that were locked deep inside their imagination. Showing them people, places, and events that they were too afraid, too hurt, or not brave enough for themselves to think about during the day.

Moving through the hallways, passing multiple closed bedroom doors, the quiet snoring could be heard from behind some of them. Everything was embraced by darkness. Blind wandering around the place could be stopped by reaching the slightly ajar door that was lit by a faint light streaming below it.

The sound of clicking was bouncing off the walls and spreading all over the small space, interrupting the earlier peacefulness. Quiet sighs that cut through it from time to time, changed to irritated and tired huffs at some points. Letters were showing on the screen that was the only source of light in a completely dark room, creating full sentences that filled numerous pages by now. But there were still many more of them to fill.

Your fingers had been dancing on the keyboard for the last six or so hours, typing the reports the whole time and not taking a break, even for a second. The paperwork was all over your desk, the material the desk was made of was barely noticeable under the number of white pieces of paper. Some of it was scattered on the floor covering the gray wooden panels and the finished ones were in the black boxes near the cabinet that was secured with a code and your fingerprint. You kept there the most important documents about S.H.I.E.L.D. and their past activities, as well as the most recent ones.

Your eyes were half-closed but entirely focused on the monitor and everything that was happening on it, darting from one side of the half-empty page to the other one, following the new text that was appearing with every one of your clicks. Blinking a couple of times to get rid of the tiredness that was consuming you more and more with every passing second, you glanced at the clock to see that it was already four in the morning. You were supposed to go to bed two hours ago. Sighing heavily, you looked at all the papers, wondering if you went back to bed now, would you finish it by the end of the week like Nick asked you to.

"Can't I just burn that shit?" You mumbled to yourself, feeling irritated and on the verge of consciousness.

Deciding that you could go for a little longer, hoping you wouldn't fall asleep and hit your head on the desk, you got back to typing, trying to keep your eyes open at all costs. Your hands slowed down their movements, getting a little bit numb from all the work they had gone through. You pulled them away from the keyboard and cracked your knuckles, then intertwined your hands together, stretching them in front of you, so the back of them was facing you. Then you lightly shook them and put them on the desk continuing filling out the mission reports. You sighed, closing your eyes for a second, and tilting your head from side to side. It felt heavy and you had minor problems with keeping it up. But your back was the worst. It was one big wall of pain. You would definitely feel that for the next couple of days.

"Why did I even agree to do it?" You muttered under your breath, starting questioning your life decisions.

Finishing the last report for that night, you raised your hands above your head and stretched to the side, before leaning back in the chair. You closed your eyes and brought your hands to your face to rub them a little then you put them on the armrests, glancing at the clock again. 4:37 AM was displayed on it.

You saved your work and slowly stood up while closing your laptop, and moving it to the middle of the desk. You started making your way out of the office, grabbing your phone and putting it in your sweatpants' pocket. Walking out, you closed the door quietly, moving through the hallways, yawning and tiredly rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.

When you reached your door, you put your hand on the doorknob, opening it while trying your best not to make any sound. You stepped into the room and quietly moved towards the bed, smiling subconsciously at the sight you were met with. A small, red-headed figure was laying on her side, facing the empty spot next to her, and sleeping peacefully.

You liked seeing her like this. Unguarded and calm. She looked content and like her real self. Every day when you two left your room she always put up that stone-cold mask for others. She still acted like herself in some parts, but most of the time she acted like someone who people assumed she is.

You wanted her to know that she was safe with the rest of the team just like she was safe with you. And you told her that multiple times, but every time she said that nobody could make her feel safe and at ease like you. After she told you that you understood her actions. She wanted to have just one person who could know all her secrets, knowing that she wouldn't be judged. She didn't need anyone else.

And you were just that. Her person. You never judged her, you provided her comfort and proved that she had a place in the world. For her, this place was in your arms. You provided her happiness and proved that love wasn't a weakness and that she could love and be loved. She gave you her heart, completely trusting you with it, and you did the same, knowing she would never break it.

She always was here. And this always made you feel better. Knowing that you always had her to come back to, whether it was from a mission, or just from your office after hours of working. It didn't matter. What always mattered was that she was always waiting for you.

You took off your t-shirt, tossing it on the armchair, before taking out your phone from your pocket and putting it on the nightstand. You bent down and put your hands on the bed, then carefully moved to lay down beside her, making sure you wouldn't wake her up. When your body hit the mattress, the green-eyed beauty instantly shifted, pressing herself to you. Her head fell on your chest, making some of her hair tickle your cheek while she snaked her hand on your stomach. She threw her leg on yours, tangle them together while pushing her body as close as she could to you. She left no space between you two, not a bit.

You put your arms around her, hugging her tightly. You were about to close your eyes when her head turned a little and you felt a small kiss on your shoulder before her head got back to its previous position.

"I love you." You heard her mumble quietly, making you smile.

You looked down at her and kissed the top of her head. "I love you too. Goodnight, sunshine." You whispered back, closing your eyes.

Your only response was a soft hum and the feeling of her squeezing you tighter. This was your favorite place. With your favorite person in your arms. Smiling with those thoughts on your mind, you let yourself drift off to peaceful slumber.

——

You woke up to the sunlight slipping through the curtains and falling on your face, making you squeeze your eyes tightly and put your hand over them. You rubbed them a little, before retracing your hand and putting it beside you. Feeling a light weight on your chest you looked down. Messy red hair that was sprawled everywhere filled your view, and a small smile made its way on your lips. Then you turned your head to look at the clock and saw that it was already 8:24 AM. You had a busy schedule, so if you didn't want to miss anything and do some paperwork today, you had to get up.

Trying to get out of the red-head's tight grip, you started sitting up slowly just for her to tighten her hold on you and put more of her weight on your body, making you fall back on the mattress.

You sighed softly and looked down at her again. "Love, I have to get up." You whispered to her, raising your hand to her hair and started stroking it.

She squeezed your body in protest and got comfortable on you again, making sure to put just enough weight to make it hard for you in case you wanted to get out of the bed. "No, you don't." She mumbled, her lips lightly brushing your skin.

Still stroking her hair, sliding your hand to her arm and back up, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to her head, leaving your mouth there. "Baby, I really have to get up. I need to do some paperwork." You murmured against her hair and let your head fall on the pillow.

"You came back late, so you have to get some more sleep. Be quiet." She replied in a barely audible whisper.

You shook your head a little, thinking of something that would make her let you go. "But I ca-" You started just to get cut off by your girlfriend.

"Shhh, just go to sleep." You heard her saying quietly while shifting on your chest a little.

You chuckled lightly. "But I really need to get up." You replied with a smile but knowing that probably you would lose this battle in the end.

She lifted her head slowly, putting her chin on you, and looked at you with half-closed and sleepy eyes. "Do you need to use the bathroom?" She asked.

You chuckled again. "No."

She hummed, pursing her lips pretending to think about it. "Well, then you don't need to or have to get up. Goodnight." She said and situated her head in the crook of your neck, brushing it a little with her nose.

You knew it was probably pointless at that moment, cause when Nat decided something, there was hardly any possibility that she would change her mind, but you tried again. "What if I ma-hmgph"

Her hand landed on your mouth, covering it lightly and making your words muffle. "Shhhh." She whispered with her eyes closed.

An idea popped into your mind. You started licking her hand, making her pull it away immediately. "Ew, Y/n, it's disgusting." She said still sleepily, lifting her upper body slightly, leaning on her arm, and wiping her hand on your stomach.

You let a small smirk form on your lips. "You don't say that when I lick something else." You replied watching her face.

She turned her head to you and lifted an eyebrow. "Usually, when you lick something else, it gives me something else as well, not a hand covered in your saliva." She informed you, then lifted her hand and started examining it.

You frowned a little. "Usually?" You asked confused and a bit upset.

She looked back at you and smirked a little, still in a sleepy daze. "Well, what can I say. You're not always that amazing." She said and shrugged nonchalantly.

You opened your mouth a little in a slight shock. You kinda felt disappointed now. You thought you were always giving her what she wanted. "You're just joking, right?" You asked with a bit of seriousness in your tone.

She shrugged again. "I'm not saying it's bad or something. You just don't always play your best game." She decided to tease you further, seeing all those emotions appear on your face. It was entertaining for her.

For you, not so much. You started thinking that you really didn't please your girlfriend.  Her laughter shook you out of your thoughts and you looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. "You should've seen your face. It was hilarious." She uttered between her laughs.

You narrowed your eyes at her. "You think it's funny?" You didn't find it funny at all.

She nodded, licking her lips. "Very funny." She said. "You looked like you thought that you actually were doing something wrong." She added, chuckling and looking at you.

You lifted your eyebrow at her. "Maybe because I thought about that." It made her only laugh more. "It's not funny, stop laughing." You told her, trying to be serious, but a small smile betrayed you.

She calmed down a little and leaned slightly. "Did my baby think I wasn't satisfied?" She asked in a baby voice, making a small pout. "Don't worry. I'm more than satisfied." She added with a smirk, throwing you a wink.

You huffed playfully and looked away. "Yeah yeah, I'm not gonna listen any longer. I'm getting up." When you made your first move in an attempt to lift yourself from the bed, she sat on your stomach, putting her hands on your shoulders and pushing you back down.

"Okay okay." She said giggling. You gave her a look, and instead of stopping, she just giggled more. You tried to move again and failed. "Fine." She said calming down and moving her hands down a little. "I have a deal for you." She said, shifting on your stomach.

You raised your eyebrow, lying down and putting your hands on her thighs. "A deal?" She nodded with a smile, licking her lips a little. "What kind of deal?"

She tilted her head slightly to the side and started trailing her fingers on your collarbone. "I will not joke about your skills in the bedroom like that ever again." She started, moving her fingers up your neck and to your jaw, tracing it. "If you will stay in bed at least for an hour."

You hummed in thought. "An hour?" She nodded. You puckered your lips looking to the side, then back at her. "You're gonna wake me up?"

She grabbed your phone from your nightstand. "Not me." She said doing something on your phone, before turning it to you to let you see the alarm set for 10 AM. "Your alarm will." She added, turning the phone back to her and looking at the screen doing something again, before leaning to the side and putting your phone back down. "Deal?" She asked when she was in her previous position, extending her hand.

You took one of your hands from her thigh and shook hers. "Deal."

She smiled. "Great." She leaned down and kissed you, before moving off of you and getting in the same position she was in when you woke up, but with her head on your shoulder. "Now, shut up and go to sleep." She said, settling her face in the crook of your neck, sighing softly, satisfied with her accomplishment.

You chuckled at that and wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to her head, before closing your eyes and letting yourself drift off to dreamland for a second time today.

——

Waking up again and not feeling Natasha's body on you, you stretched your hand to the other side of the bed to feel it was empty. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and started moving your hand in an attempt to find your girlfriend.

You opened your eyes while turning your head to the side to be met with an empty spot beside you. Slightly lifting your head, you looked around the room with squinted eyes. But when they landed on the clock, they widened so much that they could fall out. It was 12 fucking AM.

"What the fuck." You muttered under your breath and quickly sit up on the edge of your bed, grabbing your phone. You opened the app and saw that the alarm Natasha set for 10 AM was turned off. "How did that happen?"

You quickly got up and dressed, before almost running out of your room and to the kitchen for a quick snack. You checked your phone again and saw that you got a message from Steve.

Steve: Okay, thanks for letting me know.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and were about to open the message when you heard the music, making you put your phone in the pocket. You walked to the kitchen and spotted Natasha.

You were standing in one place, looking at her. She was humming to the song you heard on the radio on your first date and swaying her body a little while making some food. You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning your body against the doorframe, watching the show unfold in front of you.

When it got to her favorite part, she lifted the spatula to her mouth singing her heart out. Her head was thrown back and eyes tightly closed while she was shaking her head and fully dancing by now, spinning around at some points, giving her everything to the song.

You cleared your throat to make your presence known, making her jump a little, and her head whipped in your direction with wide eyes. Her hand flew to her chest that was raising heavily.

"You jerk, you scared the shit out of me." She said calming down her breathing. But then her face changed its expression like she just realized something. Clearing her throat a little and getting back to cooking like nothing happened, she pursed her lips in thought. "How long have you been standing there?" She finally asked not looking up.

You smiled, sensing an opportunity to get her back for what she said earlier today. Even though you loved her seeing this carefree, you knew she always got defensive about things like that. Mainly because she was afraid it would slip out in front of the others. Still, she was so adorable. "Oh, you mean how much of your performance have I seen?"

You saw her nose scrunch up a little. She always did that when she felt a little uncomfortable in a situation. "Performance? I didn't see any performance here." She replied, still very interested in the pans and food in front of her.

You hummed at that. "Yeah, you didn't see, but you certainly made one." She poked her tongue to her cheek and moved it to her teeth, running it over them. You waited and waited, for that one sound.

She groaned loudly, scrunching up her face, making you smile even more. Turning her head to you she had a serious look on it. "Not a word." She said in a warning tone, letting you know that if you told anybody, you would be dead.

You chuckled unfolding your arms and started walking up to her. Her focus got back to the food while you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind. "Don't worry about that. And I think you always look adorable when you do that." You told her softly.

Her head shot up to meet your gaze. "I'm not adorable." She grumbled looking you dead in the eyes.

You lifted your eyebrow at that and kissed the tip of her nose, causing her to scrunch it up and that made you smile again. "See, adorable and gorgeous. Nobody can compare." She rolled her eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but she couldn't hide the small smile that crept on her lips.

"Yeah yeah, Romeo. Sit down, food will be ready in a minute."

You shook your head slowly. "I can't. I need to go and do some paperwork. I have just, like, maybe thirty minutes for that now."

She looked up at you. "No, you don't. You need to get your ass on that stool right now and eat." She said softly, but seriously.

You nodded, seeing the look in her eyes, choosing not to die today. You unwrapped your arms, kissing her forehead, before moving away, getting two glasses and juice, and sitting on a stool. Smiling, she got back to the cooking while you grabbed your phone, and when you saw the hour, you remembered something.

"By the way." You started and she looked at you. "I remember that we made a deal, and I was supposed to sleep for an hour, not three hours."

She smirked at that and tilted her head, still looking at you while making sure not to burn the food. "And I remember that I said at least an hour." She replied confidently.

"What about the part where you were supposed to wake me up then?" You asked her, straightening up your posture and folding your hands on the top of the countertop.

Her smirk didn't fade away, not for a second. It only widened. "It was your alarm's job, wasn't it?" She asked sweetly.

"So why didn't it ring?" You interrogated further, but she already had all the answers the moment she offered the deal to you.

She sighed dramatically, turning her head to the food. "Oh, well, maybe it turned off on its own, you know how these things work." She said. "Technology." She added with a dramatic sigh and looked back at you with an innocent smile.

Squinting your eyes at her, you tilted your head to the side, thinking about how she showed you the alarm setting, but then she did something on your phone again. "You sneaky little-"

"What?" She cut you off with a raised eyebrow as if to challenge you to end that sentence.

You were looking at her for a little longer, not backing away. At that point, if someone walked in, they would probably say you were in an intense staring contest. Partially, they would be right.

You sighed softly, shaking your head and let a small smile show on your face. "Angel. You are my sneaky little Angel."

She smiled cockily at you, knowing she won again, but she was pleased with your answer as well. She turned off the stove and put eggs, bacon, and waffles on two plates, giving you one of them while she sat on the other side of the countertop, facing you, with her own plate.

You two started eating and you had to admit it was really good. "I love your waffles." You told her, making her smile for like a hundredth time today.

"Only my waffles?" She asked, cocking her eyebrow at you while biting her bacon.

You hummed, stuffing your face with more food and swallowing it. "Bacon is good too. But not that amazing." You replied, making her narrow her eyes at you.

"I will never make you food again." She said, stopping eating and dramatically dropping a fork on her plate.

You laughed at her little antics, getting the sip of the juice. "You know I love you."

"Me or my waffles?" She asked, raising her eyebrow.

You pursed your lips, looking at the countertop, before letting your gaze land on her. "Couldn't it be both?"

She slightly opened her mouth and raised her eyebrow even more. "You would trade me for food, wouldn't you?" She asked, getting back to eating.

You shook your head vigorously. "No. Never. I wouldn't trade you for anything."

She hummed. "Mhm. You better eat that, you have a meeting with Fury."

You pointed a finger at her. "Right. I almost forgot." You replied, stuffing your mouth with everything.

You grabbed your phone to see how much time you actually had before you had to head to Nick's office. You unlocked it and saw the message from Steve, making you smirk.

You cleared your throat a little, still looking at your phone. "Huh, weird." You said out loud, but pretending like you said it to yourself. "Steve texted me and thanked me for something." This time directed to her as well.

You wanted to see her reaction. And her lack of response was enough to tell you that she had something to do with it. "Do you, by any chance, know what it could be about?" You asked, looking up from the screen and at her.

She glanced at you, shrugging and putting more food in her mouth. You knew she did that to buy herself more time to think about what to say. And when she saw you patiently waiting for her, she knew you knew.

She licked her lips and let her eyes meet yours. "I may have~" She trailed off for a moment. "Sent him a little message from your phone." You nodded, not breaking the eye contact. You knew there was more to that. She groaned. "Okay. I told him to reschedule your meeting with him today. You're constantly working and I want you to relax for a little."

You stood up, smiling and grabbing both of your empty plates, before putting them in the sink and walking up to her. Your arms wrapped around her from behind and your lips found her cheek. "You are the best. I love you."

She turned her head to kiss you on the lips and started grinning. "I love you too."

You gave her one more kiss before looking at your watch. "Okay. I need to head out. I'll see you later." You told her and kissed her head while she uttered small 'okay', and you started walking out of the kitchen.

You were in the elevator and the doors almost closed. "Come back to me soon." You heard her shouting, making you laugh lightly at her cuteness.

——

"Sam, I need you to send a drone to my location." You said to your comms with your back pressed to the wall while you were peeking around the corner and observing the hallway.

You waited for a second, before getting a reply. "You got it." You checked your guns while waiting for more information. "The hallway is empty and the room you need to get to is the first door on your right."

You quickly ran your eyes across the hallway, before moving along it and to the place where the bomb plans were supposed to be. You started picking on the lock. "I'm going in. If you see something suspicious inform me, okay?"

"You know it, Y/n/n." You heard Sam say while you opened the door, stepped in, and headed to the computer.

"Bucky, how is it going on your side? Any problems?" You asked, hacking into secured files and started looking for the ones you needed.

The rustling sound came through the comms. "I'm outside and everything's looking fine for now. But I'll keep a close eye." Bucky replied.

You clicked the folder with 'Project HX27' and multiple files came to your view. "Guys, there are too many files. We will have to look through them at the safe house." You informed your friends and started downloading.

"Everything near our location is clear, so you have plenty of time for that." You heard Sam's voice.

"Okay good, thanks, Sam."

"No problem." Came response. "So, how was the meeting with Fury the other day?" He asked and you could practically hear the teasing smile.

You groaned at that, making him and Bucky laugh. "I take it as it wasn't relaxing gossiping over a cup of tea then?" Bucky chimed in and you chuckled at that.

"No, unfortunately, it wasn't. He asked me if I could help him with more paperwork, cause Maria wasn't well enough yet." You told the two and watched how half of the files had already been downloaded.

"And knowing you, you agreed." Sam said. "You're gonna die with paperwork all over you dude."

"What he said." Bucky added, making you smile. "You're literally gonna drown in it."

"Yeah, you know, I can't exactly say no." You told them, looking around the room.

"And why is that? You always do what you want. What happened to you?" Bucky asked you. "What did you do to my bestie?" He added with a serious tone, earning a laugh from you.

"Yeah, it's not normal. You don't act like that. Should we be worried?" Sam butted in and you shook your head, smiling.

"No, don't worry." You told him. "But he's practically my girlfriend's father and I'd rather not get on his bad side."

"Oooooh. You're looking for his approval. I see you, I see you." Sam said and laughter came out of you and Bucky. "But me and Bucky better be the first ones who know when you propose."

"I agree with that. And I better be your best man." Bucky told you.

You heard scoff. "You can look for some other thing to do Barnes. I get that role." Sam informed your other friend.

"I think you hit your head, Wilson. Everybody knows I'm gonna be Y/n's best man at their wedding." Bucky argued back.

You chuckled again. "Guys, me and Nat have been together for like one year and a half. I'm not going to propose yet."

"Yet." Sam screamed startling you. "You heard that Buck. There's going to be a fucking proposal in the, hopefully, near future." You chuckled at the change in their behavior. It was amazing how any of you three could argue with the other, and the next second act like nothing happened.

"You're gonna have the best party ever Y/n/n. Trust me." Your eyes widened at that.

"I'm not sure if I can trust you two with that thing." You told them and waited for the last 2% to download.

"What? What is that supposed to mean?" Said Bucky kinda offended.

"You don't think we would prepare an amazing last party for you as a not-trapped-in-a-marriage-yet person?" He asked you with disbelief in his voice. "Now you're on. You will have the best party ever L/n."

You laughed again, but you were slightly terrified. "We will talk about that when the time comes. I got what we need, and I'm heading out. Meet you outside in 5."

——

You and Sam plopped down on the couch in a living room while Bucky emerged from the kitchen and hand you two a beer. "Aah, finally. Relax." Said Sam leaning his back on the couch and you leaned your head on top of it.

Bucky took a seat in an armchair near where you were sitting. "Yeah, everything's been hectic lately." Bucky said. "I honestly don't know how you manage to go on missions, train, go on meetings, help Fury, help Tony in the lab, and make time for Natasha." He added, taking a sip from his bottle.

You tsked. "Well, I haven't kinda had that much time for her for the last couple of days." You admitted. "But she's been messing with my schedule to spend some time together." You smiled thinking about your red-headed girlfriend.

"Man, I can't believe you have it so bad for her." Sam said grinning widely at you. "She's not even here, we barely mentioned her and you are smiling like an idiot." Shaking his head, he took a sip of his beer. Then his face became soft and a small smile was planted on it. "But I'm really happy for you two. You both deserve it." You smiled at him and clinked your bottle with his.

"It's true. You two are made for each other." Bucky joined.

"Thanks, guys. It really means a lot to me." You told them honestly.

They both smiled at you before Sam's eyes went a little wider. "We have a free night, we should make a party for us here." He said, your and Bucky's eyes met in amusement. "Get loooooose a little." You looked back at Sam to see him swaying his body on the couch with his arms above his head.

You burst out in laughter. "I agree with birdbrain. We should have fun and relax." You said, drinking your beer.

"I'm gonna get more alcohol." Bucky said, standing up.

You turned to Sam. "I know where Tony storages vodka in safe houses." A smirk on your face made Sam smirk as well.

He nodded clapping his hands on his legs. "Let's go get it." Maybe it wasn't the best idea, but you wanted to relax a little. You could regret your actions later.

——

"Samuel." You exclaimed loudly standing up from the couch and heading to where your friend was sitting on the floor, trying to mix different alcohols to make a 'bomb drink'. "You got that?" Your words were a little slurred.

Sam poked his tongue in the corner of his mouth, his eyes narrowed while he was pouring another type of alcohol into a glass already filled with multiple different ones. The other two drinks were already finished. "Almost." His focus was entirely on the task at hand. You started observing the magic happening in front of you like you were hypnotized.

"I want that too." You heard Bucky's voice and looked up at him. He was sitting upside down in his armchair with raised eyebrows and pointing at a special drink of Sam's.

"We all are gonna drink this. I'm gonna make more, don't worry." Sam said, calming you and Bucky. "Done." He shouted and quickly stood up, stumbling back a little, but you supported him.

Buck rolled down from the armchair and scrambled to his feet before he came up to you two. All of you eyed the glass filled with colorful alcoholic drinks, licking your lips. "Ready?" Sam asked. You and Bucky nodded vigorously. Each of you took a drink, clinked glasses, and downed in one go.

Let's just say, mixing a lot of types of alcohol could be a good idea or a bad one. Sam's drink was really fucking strong and messed with your heads like a manipulative bitch. But you had fun, and it was the only thing that mattered.

"Touching meee, touching youuuu." All of you were shouting Sam from the floor, and Bucky and you looking at each other while he was standing on his armchair and you on the sofa.

"Sweet Caroline! FUCK FUCK FUCK." You three screamed before Buck stumbled a little and you leaned forward to catch him.

The song was playing in the background coming to an end while you tried to stabilize Bucky's stance and yours as well. You were about to sit down when you heard the next song.

You looked up at Bucky with wide eyes and mouth slightly opened, and he looked at you with the same expression.

"Get ready, dickhead. Time to test your lungs for real." You slurred to him.

"I'm ready, fucker." He slurred back.

The lyrics started and you both started screaming at the top of your lungs. Glasses with Sam's 'bomb drink' in your hands while you were dancing in place in your respective spots.

You downed your drink, still keeping the glass in your hand. "I DON'T CARE, I LOVE IT!" Sam started laughing on the floor watching you two and singing quietly.

You were waving your hands in the air in all directions. "I threw your shit into the bag and pushed it down the stairs." You were singing and the glass slipped from your hand and shattered on the floor.

"Ooh shit." Sam's said laughing with his head raised a little, looking at the mess you made.

You looked at the same spot with a disappointed face. "I'm gonna clean it up, guys." You told them, taking a step on the couch. You wobbled on your legs and tripped on the space between cushions, causing you to stumble and fall on the floor on your back.

The silence filled the room. You could hear a pin drop, it was like nobody was even here. Then all of you burst out in laughter, but the little pain you were in made you groan. "Shiiit." You said chuckling.

"That was beautiful." Sam exclaimed between laughs.

Bucky was almost dying, his hand on his stomach and eyes tightly closed. When he calmed down a little he met your eyes. "I really hope I will not forget that." He exclaimed, hitting the armrest with his hand.

You started standing up slowly, laughing with them. "I will feel this in the morning." Yeah, you definitely would.

"More like for the next couple of days." Sam wasn't wrong though. It was gonna hurt like a bitch. The pain from sitting at your desk doing paperwork, missions, and training combined with this, didn't mean anything good.

You groaned again and moved to the kitchen. "I'm gonna clean this mess. We don't need more injuries."

The two only nodded with smiles, lying down, exhausted from all the shouting, dancing, and the rest of the shit you'd done that night.

——

You opened the door and stepped into your room while holding onto the strap of your bag that laid on your shoulder. Moving a little so you could close the door, you let a groan leave your mouth. That shit really hurt. The whole way back home you couldn't do anything about the pain. You took some meds but they didn't ease it too much.

"Hey." You heard a sultry voice behind you, making you look over your shoulder to spot your favorite red-head.

You smiled warmly at her. "Hey." You said raspily. "How have you been without me?" You asked her fully turning around and putting the bag on the floor.

She came up to you, sneaking her hands around your neck to pull you down and kiss you. You put your hands on her waist, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. You missed her, so much. You didn't want to let her go. Unfortunately, you needed some stupid air, making you pull away after a minute.

"I'm guessing you missed me." You said quietly with a grin on your face.

Natasha smirked biting her lip. "You don't even know how much." She whispered seductively before attacking your lips with hers again.

From soft and gentle it turned to passionate and rough. She tugged on the collar of your jacket, so you retracted your hands from her waist and took it off. Her hand wandered a little bit down and grabbed your t-shirt in her fist, so tight that her knuckles were white.

You put your hands back on her body and slid them down to her ass squeezing it gently, a quiet moan passed her lips at the action. Continuing your trip, you grabbed under her thighs while her hand went from your neck to your hair, pushing your face closer to hers.

You lifted her, making her wrap her legs around your waist. Taking steps towards the bed, you deepened the kiss even more, biting her lip lightly. Her legs tighten around. A painful groan left your mouth, causing Natasha to pull away and loosen her embrace almost immediately, and look at you with furrowed eyebrows.

"Are you okay?" She asked in a worried tone, searching your face for any sign of discomfort.

You nodded and smiled through the pain. "Yup. Everything's fine. Now, where were we?" You replied, leaning in to kiss her, but she leaned back, avoiding your lips.

You frowned at that and looked at her with a questioning look. "Does something hurt you?"

You smiled at her sweetly. "Yeah, the only thing that hurts me is the fact that I haven't seen my girlfriend for four days and she doesn't let me kiss her." You leaned in again but pulled away with a hiss when she tightened her legs around you for a second.

She raised her eyebrow. "Oh yeah? And what was that?"

You shrugged, still holding her up in your arms. "Nothing that would be bad enough to worry about it."

She tilted her head to the side a little and squinted her eyes at you. "Really?" She asked with a tone that told you she completely didn't believe what you just said.

"Yeah." You replied, making her nod slowly and straighten up in your arms, before squeezing you with her legs one more fucking time. It really hurt like a bitch. "Okay, okay. I hurt my back." She nodded again, this time satisfied.

She unwrapped her legs from around you and did the same with her hands, standing on the floor. A soft expression was on her face as she was looking up at you. "Can I look?"

You didn't know if it was a good idea. But she wouldn't let that go. She was too stubborn. So you only nodded and turned around a little, letting her lift your t-shirt.

You saw her frown and felt her fingers gently touch your bruises. "What happened?" She asked. "I knew your back was in a poor state but it wasn't bruised." She looked up at you for answers, putting your t-shirt back down and crossing her arms over her chest.

You turned around to face her again and glanced at the floor clearing your throat. "I may have fallen." You replied slowly. She lifted one of her hands and waved it signaling for you to continue. "When we were in the safe house." She was looking at you still waiting for an explanation. "From the couch." At this her eyebrow raised. You stayed quiet and started looking around the room. Her eyebrow raised even higher, waiting for you to finally tell her. "When I was drunk." You ended in a quiet whisper, turning your head away from her, avoiding her eyes, and scratching your neck.

When you didn't hear her for a long while, you turned back and met her eyes. Her both eyebrows were raised and mouth slightly opened. Her face was a perfect description of disbelief. "You what?!" She said raising her voice, making you widen your eyes and raise your hands in defense a little bit scared.

You composed yourself quickly though and cleared your throat a little. "I know. I shouldn't have been drinking on a mission."

"Don't you say." She replied sarcastically.

"But." You started, and she looked at you expectantly. "I got drunk after we got everything we needed."

She looked at you like you were the biggest idiot she'd ever seen. "That doesn't make it better, Y/n." You quickly nodded, agreeing, not wanting her to get any madder at you. "You got hurt because of that, and your back already hurt before that." She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed.

"I'm sorry. We just wanted to loosen up a bit. Everything's been hectic lately and there's barely time to sit down. We had some free time and decided to relax." You kinda felt guilty. She thought something bad happened to you while you hurt your back falling from a fucking couch because you got drunk.

"No, it's fine. I just don't like it that you have to run everywhere and take care of everything. It causes you pain, and now you just added to it." She told you softly. "I'm gonna run you a bath so your muscles can relax a little." She smiled and started turning around, but you caught her arm gently.

"You don't have to. You're probably tired as well. I can sleep it off." You told her, grabbing her hand and intertwining your fingers.

She smiled again and shook her head. "Nope. I'm not taking no as an answer." She leaned up on her tiptoes and gave you a short kiss, before moving to the bathroom.

Smiling to yourself you took off your shoes, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, and laid down with your hands above your head, closing your eyes. The mattress was so soft that you could melt and fall asleep right there and then.

After some time you heard footsteps. You opened one eye to see Nat coming your way. You opened the other eye when she stood in front of you. "Hello." You told her, grinning.

She laughed lightly, sitting on her knees, straddling you. She leaned forward, sliding her hands up the bed and reaching for yours. Now you were face to face, both smiling. "What can I do for a gorgeous lady like you, ma'am?" You asked quietly against her lips, earning a giggle from her.

She licked her lips, intertwining your fingers and bringing your joined hands down while she sat on your stomach. "Well, you are here and it just so happens that I have a bath ready. I could use some company." She almost whispered, playing with your fingers.

You hummed looking deep into her mesmerizing green eyes. "Tempting offer." You replied in the same tone. She hummed at that and nodded slowly. "I just may take it."

Smiling, she leaned in a little closer, so her nose was brushing against yours. "I could use a kiss as well." You returned the smile and leaned up to connect your lips in a soft kiss. She pulled away slowly and started standing up, pulling you up by your still joined hands.

"Come on you." She said, turning around and dragging you with her.

When you got to the bathroom, you both started taking off your clothes. You shamelessly roamed your eyes all over her body. And she knew that. She smirked and started putting up a little show for you, making you internally groan.

You got in the bathtub and leaned back before getting comfortable. Natasha followed as you put your arms on the top of the edges and straddled you.

Moving her hands to your head, she started running them through your hair, causing your head to lull back. Your eyes closed as a soft sigh left your mouth. "I love you." Her sweet voice reached your ears before you felt her breathing against your lips.

Placing a soft kiss on them, she moved her fingers to the back of your neck and kept gently playing with your hair, putting you further into a state of relaxation.

It always made you both feel better. She loved having her hands in your hair and stroking it. And you loved the feeling she always gave you by doing it.

——

You spent about twenty minutes just sitting and enjoying each other's company before the water started getting cold. You met her eyes and she grabbed your face and leaned down to kiss you.

"You want to go to bed?" You whispered to her. She nodded tracing your jaw. "Okay. Let's go then." You kissed her once more, then stood up and got out of the bathtub, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around yourself.

You grabbed another one while Nat got out as well and you wrapped it around her. You pulled her by it to you and kissed her, causing a smile to form on her lips.

You both walked into the bedroom and throw on some clothes, before getting to bed and falling asleep holding each other.

——

You were sitting on a chair, completely exhausted. Your eyes not looking away from the man in front of you while you internally screamed.

"I know you are tired and barely have time for anything, but it's the last time I'm asking you for this." The man who was facing you said.

You lifted your hand to your temple and started massaging it with your eyes closed. "Nick, I've been helping you with that for two months now."

Looking at him again you met his apologetic eyes. "I know. Maria is almost healed, but she's still not ready to work." God, you hated that, another additional paperwork. "This is the last time. And I will give you time off for helping me with everything."

It doesn't sound bad. You could finally have some time for yourself and make it up to Natasha for not having that much time for her. You really felt bad. She was trying to take care of you. She'd been doing everything she could, so you would stop working and not be on the verge of consciousness.

Slowly nodding, you saw how a small smile appeared on his lips. "Okay. How much this time?" You prayed it wasn't the tone of shit again.

He opened his drawer and took out a key, before standing up from his chair and walking towards an office cabinet. Behind the doors were three medium-sized boxes.

Gesturing his hands in their direction, he met your gaze. "This is all. I think it should take you a week." You sighed in relief. There wasn't that much of it. Could be worse.

You put your hands on armrests and started standing up. "Okay. I'm gonna take it and get to work right away." You wanted to get it over with as fast as you could.

You moved to the boxes and saw Fury reaching for the one. You put your hand on his arm, stopping him. "Don't, I'll manage." You told him chuckling.

He retracted his hands and looked at you. "You sure? I can help you." It warmed your heart. In everyone's eyes, he was always this cold person, who didn't know what feelings are. But for the chosen people, he was the most caring human.

You showed him your toothy grin, patting him on the arm. "I'm sure Nick. And you're old, I don't want you to break something while bending down." Chuckling, you reached for the box on the bottom to lift all of them.

Nick smiled at that and shook his head. "Okay, L/n. Don't cross the line." He said jokingly, pointing at you. You nodded at him and he grabbed your shoulder. "I'm really thankful for your help." He said in a soft tone.

You send him a warm smile and nodded again. "I know. And don't get wrong, I like helping you. It's just that my schedule is fully packed and I barely have any time for Nat."

"Well, if you finish this, then both of you will get some time off." He said, rounding his desk and sitting on the swivel chair.

"Thanks. I better get going. See you." You replied, moving out of the office, hearing faint 'be safe' from Nick.

You got to the elevator and waited for it to stop on the floor where the garage was. After some stops and greetings with other agents, you got to the place you wanted and started walking towards your car. You shifted the weight and leaned boxes on your body, so you could open the trunk and put the boxes there, before closing it and moving to the driver's seat.

On the way to the compound, you saw a flower shop and decided to make a quick stop. You parked your car and got out of it. You entered the store and headed to the counter.

"Good morning." You greeted the florist and looked around at all the different flowers.

"Good morning. What can I help you with?" The lady replied with a soft smile on her face.

"Could I get a bouquet of white roses? A big one." You wanted to thank Natasha for everything and show your appreciation.

"Of course. Please wait here for a moment." The florist moved around the counter and started walking to the back of the store.

In the meantime, you were taking in the amazing scenery around you that multiple different flowers created. Not long later the same lady came up to you with a beautiful bouquet.

"Here it is. I hope it meets your expectations." She said, a smile still plastered on her face.

You returned the gesture and nodded your head. "It's even better than I expected." You took out your wallet and paid for the flowers, leaving a big tip for the woman. "Thank you so much. Have a good day." You told her, taking the flowers. You left the store, walked up to your car, and got in, putting white roses on the passenger seat. You started the car and drove to the compound.

Walking out of the elevator you spotted Natasha almost instantly. She was standing near the couches in the living room with her back facing you. One of her hands rested on the top of the couch while the other one was holding a phone. Her eyes fully focused on its screen.

You crept behind her silently and started wrapping your arms around her waist, still paying attention not to ruin the flowers. When the bouquet came to her view her hand on the phone stilled and her body tensed for a second at your touch, but relaxed when she heard your voice.

"Hello." You said, moving closer to her and putting your head next to hers, so you could see the side of it.

Her eyes were fixated on the flowers. "What is this?" She asked and you saw a small smile forming on her lips. She put her phone down and took them with one hand running over the white petals.

"Flowers." You replied with an obvious tone.

She turned her head to you. "I know that, idiot. Don't be a smart-ass." You chuckled at her reaction, tightening your arms around her.

"Wow, how charming." You said teasingly, earning yourself a slap to your arm. "These are for you. As a thank you for everything, and for putting up with me for so long." You couldn't be more grateful for having her in your life. You wanted her to know that.

Her smile turned into a full toothy grin. She lifted her head while turning around to face you. "Thank you. They're beautiful." Pure love could be seen in her eyes. You wanted to give her all your time. And you would soon.

"I'm sorry for being busy all the time." You started. "And I agreed to help Nick again. But it's the last time and I will give you all my attention after that." You swore to yourself you would spend every free second with her.

She leaned up and kissed you softly. "It's fine. I mean it sucks not having you as much as I would want to, but I know you do everything you can to spend your time with me." She told you and you felt the warmth spreading all over your body.

She was always understanding. No matter the situation, she never made a scene about anything or blamed you for something. You didn't know what you did to have her, but you internally thank God for her.

"And I have a surprise." You said and her eyebrows raised. "I hope you will like it."

She seemed excited but confused as well. Her head tilted to the side a little. "What kind of surprise?."

You smiled at her, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead, then on the nose, each cheek, and finally on the lips. "Don't worry about it. Let's just say that I will have time to make up for the lost time." Her eyes squinted, making you chuckle at her expression.

"What aren't you telling me?" She asked suspiciously. You knew you had to get out of this situation or she would start asking questions.

You slowly unwrapped your arms from around her and started stepping away in the direction of the hallways. "Nothing that would be interesting." You told her nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders, still moving away and out of the room.

You were almost at the doorframe. Her head tilted more and her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Y/n." Sterness in her voice made you walking out faster.

"Love you, babe!" You called out while almost jogging out of the living room.

You heard her shouting behind you. "L/n get back here." This made you only run faster to the other elevator and push the button for the garage. You had to bring the boxes to the office and start working. You wanted to have your free time.

——

It was a week later. You'd been spending your time mostly in your office doing the paperwork. During the day you spent your time on training and other stuff you would always do, but at night and 'till early hours of the next day, you were covered in multiple white pages.

Frustrated huffs and groans could be heard through your door. It wasn't that there were a lot of documents. It was the fact that you were so tired that somedays you had to change the reports several times.

Yet, there was one thing or more like a person, who made it more bearable.

Even though she was tired herself from her own training and missions, she always came to your office with a cup of tea that was made just the way you liked it. Every time you heard the door open, a smile made its way to your lips.

Sometimes she stayed for a while, sitting next to you or on your lap and watching you work. She offered her help, saying that it would be faster if both of you took half of the documents. But you declined her offer. You didn't want her to do your job. Not because you were some douchebag who wouldn't let their woman work. You were the one who agreed to help Nick and you wouldn't want Nat to become more exhausted than she already was.

You saw how draining her missions could be sometimes. Or how she barely kept herself awake after a long and boring meeting that was about nothing interesting. You didn't want to add to that. And after all, this was the last week of doing this, so you could manage. Her way of helping you was already more than enough.

You could win against stupid paperwork. You fought hundreds of armed people, you were putting your life on the line almost every day. You wouldn't lose to a piece of fucking paper. Even though sometimes it looked like you were close to that. Throwing documents all over the floor and desk just to find the one that you needed at that moment.

Natasha wanted to take away some of the work from you. She wanted your eyes to rest. Red veins were clearly noticeable, just as the bags under your eyes. Your tired and generally poor state worried her more than she would want to and the numerous reassurances that you were fine did nothing to ease her mind.

But seeing as you wouldn't let her even touch the documents, she just let that go and took care of you in different ways. Ways that you were more than grateful for and she saw that just like she saw the silent thank you's that were evident in the twinkle in your eyes and your smiles.

Sometimes she would drag you away from the laptop, push you down on the kitchen stool, and ordered you to eat. Yes, ordered. Sometimes she would just bring you food and wait for you to eat it, knowing that you wouldn't probably touch it if she left, you would just continue your work.

Sometimes she tried to make you go to sleep earlier, but you insisted on staying a little longer, so you would finish everything in a shorter period of time. It wasn't convincing, especially when she saw you barely sitting on your swivel chair, but she knew that in some situations you were just as stubborn as her. You would tell her that you would come to bed shortly after her and she would let you be.

Just like tonight.

Natasha stirred awake and moved closer to the other side of the bed, looking for the warmth of your body. But she didn't find it. She reached out her hand and met empty sheets. She opened her eyes slightly, lifting her head from the pillow, and looked at the spot you should be occupying by now.

She turned her head to the nightstand on her side of the bed and grabbed her phone to check the hour. It was almost 3 AM. You were supposed to be here about an hour ago. She frowned to herself putting the phone down and started standing up.

She raised her hand to her head and lightly scratched it, before bringing it down to cover her mouth with the back of it to stifle a yawn. She walked out of the room and headed to your office. After rounding the corner, the light of your laptop's screen could be seen thanks to your ajar door.

She walked up to them and quietly pushed them, so she could walk into your office. The sight she was met with made her sleepy eyes soften. You were sitting on your swivel chair, arms crossed on your desk and your head turned to the side, resting on them. She started walking towards you, rounding the desk, and standing next to your sleeping form.

She saved the work you'd done and closed the laptop. She lightly touched your shoulder with one hand and ran through your hair with the other, leaning down a little to your ear. "Baby, wake up." She whispered but didn't get any response from you.

She shook you lightly, earning a small groan, signaling that you were slowly gaining your consciousness. "Y/n/n, you have to wake up, so we can go to bed." You looked so cute at that moment and she wouldn't dream of waking you up if it wasn't for the fact that it was late and you were sleeping on your desk.

You shifted your body slightly and she ran her hand through your hair again. "I need you to wake up." She tried again, and this time you slowly opened your eyes, blinking a couple of times. Your eyes went higher and met hers. You lifted your upper body from the desk and reached your hand to your face to rub the sleep off.

"What are you doing here?" The raspiness in your voice was clear as a day. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?" She cupped your face and kissed you, making a lazy smile appear on your face.

"I woke up and you weren't in bed, so I came for you. Come on." She replied, and grabbed your hands, pulling you up on your feet. She saw your questioning gaze focused on your closed laptop. "Don't worry, I saved your work and closed it." You just nodded and she slowly started dragging you out of the office and to your shared bedroom.

You were like a little kid who didn't have a clue about what was happening around them but followed anyway.

Reaching your bedroom, Natasha opened the door and let you walk in first before she did the same and closed the door behind her. You looked lost. Like you didn't know what to do.

You just were standing in the middle of the bedroom, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Your hair was a mess, sticking out in every possible way. Eyebrows slightly lifted and head tilted down a little. You let your hand fall to your side and turned to Natasha. Your sleepy eyes only added to your adorable look, and she smiled to herself at the sight of you.

"Come on, you need to change." With that being said, she moved to the walk-in closet and grabbed one of your sweatpants and t-shirt while you patiently waited.

She came back and helped you get out of your t-shirt and jeans before you put on new clothes. She threw the ones you just took off on the sofa and softly grabbed your hand, moving to the bed.

Laying down, she opened her arms for you. You sent her a sleepy smile that warmed her heart, then bent down and settled between her legs. Your head laid just under her breasts and your arms went around her, hugging her tightly.

She put her hand under your t-shirt and gently rubbed your back while the other one went to your hair and started slowly running through them.

Your hum of appreciation didn't go unnoticed by her and she smiled to herself, looking down at you.

Then your head turned and raised a little to look at her. "By the way, I have something to tell you." You whispered sleepily, holding her gaze.

She hummed softly, moving her hand from your back to your cheek, and stroked it lightly. "What?"

"You remember how I told you about that surprise a week ago?" You asked, closing your eyes for a moment, before opening them again.

She nodded, not stopping her movements. "Yeah, what about it?" She wanted you to go to sleep, but she saw how excited you were to tell her whatever it was, despite your obvious exhaustion.

"I got us two weeks off from work." You told her quietly with a bright smile, clearly proud of yourself.

Her eyebrows raised. "How?" She was genuinely intrigued by how you did that. She didn't remember doing anything that would let her have some free time from work.

"A week ago, Nick told me that after doing this paperwork, he will give us both some time off. We talked about it yesterday and he agreed on two weeks." You explained to her. By now you were barely staying awake, but you wanted to tell her about it so bad. "You like my surprise?"

She chuckled quietly and nodded. "I love your surprise. Finally, we will have time just for ourselves." She said and kissed you gently.

"I know. I'll make it up to you for not having time for you for those couple of weeks." You told her in the same tone, by now getting lost in her forest-green eyes.

She kissed the tip of your nose, still running her hand through your hair and with the other one stroking your cheek. "You already did." You gave her a lazy smile and pecked her lips a couple of times.

You started kissing her all over her face, making her giggle. "I love you. And thank you for everything. I'm so glad to have you." You said, sincerity laced in your tone.

Her heart fluttered and she gave you another small kiss on the lips. "I love you too. And you have no idea how happy I am to have you too." She grabbed your face in both of her hands. This time giving you a passionate and much-needed kiss.

You both pulled away slowly, brushing your noses together. "Now, go to sleep. You really need that." She whispered tracing your jaw.

You nodded and gave her one last peck, before laying your head back under her breasts, getting comfortable and ready to let the sleep consume you.

Her hands went back to their previous positions. One rubbing your back and the other running through your hair, making you fall asleep faster.

She was glad to have you. You made her feel like she was the most important person in the whole universe. Like she wasn't that cold-hearted and deadly assassin. With you, she was herself. One look from you and she could feel how much love you had for her.

You provided her warmth, happiness, safe place. You showed her understanding and small things that could light up her day. The ones she didn't notice before. You were her everything, and she was yours.

She always made sure you were fine. When you forgot to take care of yourself, she always did that for you. She did the small things, just like you did for her, and she knew you were thankful for that. You were thankful for her.

You jokingly called her your sneaky little Angel. But she truly was your Angel. And every time you held her or simply were in her presence, you felt like in heaven.