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Natasha Romanoff x Reader

When Natasha gets home from a mission she needs reassurance that she can relax and trust herself around you again

Note: Some soft Nat for y’all. Enjoy!

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It’s late in the night when you feel the bed dip next to you. She’s been gone on a mission for almost two months. Now she’s finally home.

“Natasha?” You ask, your voice no louder than a whisper.

“Yeah, it’s me,” she replies. You can hear the exhaustion in her voice. “Go back to sleep. It’s late.”

You roll over and go back to sleep. The next morning when you wake Nat is already up and going. You’re not sure she really ever slept.

After getting dressed, you walk to the kitchen to find her standing at the counter with a cup of coffee.

“Good morning,” you greet her. You go to kiss her cheek and she turns her head at the same time so you accidentally kiss her lips.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Nat says a little shyly.

“That’s alright,” you say with a smile on your face. You kiss her lips properly this time. It’s quick as not to cross any boundaries. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, y/n,” Nat admits.

“How was the mission?” You ask as you pour your own cup of coffee.

Natasha hesitates before answering. You know she doesn’t want to relive it.

“It was okay,” she says. Nat shrugs and sets her coffee on the island. “I think I’m going to go for a run.”

“If you’re sure you’re okay,” you reply.

“Physically, yes I’m okay,” Nat answers. That’s what you needed to know. “I’ll be back, okay?”

“Okay, babe. Be safe,” you tell her.

“I always am.”

And with that Natasha is out the door. You’ll give her the space she needs. Sometimes she’s like this after a mission. Things aren’t awkward necessarily but she acts different around you.

You go about your morning activities while Natasha is out running. She runs and runs until she can hardly breathe. The thoughts aren’t as loud when she’s running.

Natasha runs so far that she makes it to town. She sees a familiar bakery and makes a stop inside to get you a treat.

“There she is!” The owner says as Natasha walks through the door. You two frequent the place often. He knows you well. “We’ve missed you!”

“Hey, it’s good to see you,” Nat replies. “Can I get two of y/n’s usual?”

“Of course,” the man replies. He bags it up and hands it to Nat. She reaches for her wallet but he holds up his hand to stop her. “It’s on us. Welcome back, Ms. Romanoff.”

She thanks him and leaves the bakery. On her way back, she tries to work through some more difficult memories of the mission. Her motivation is to get back home to you.

It always is.

Natasha opens the door to your home again and finds you in your office. She knocks softly on the door. You jump out of your chair.

“I’m sorry!” She rushes out.

“It’s okay,” you assure her. “Just not used to you being back.”

Nat nods in understanding. She holds out the bag from the bakery. This time you jump out of your chair voluntarily.

“Is that what I think it is?” You ask her.

“It’s double what you think it is,” Nat replies. She hands you the bag.

“Come share it with me,” you say, gesturing to your desk.

Nat sits on the edge of the desk across from where you sit in your chair. The sweets are too much for her taste really, but she indulges and eats half of one.

“What did you do while I was gone?” Natasha asks, trying to get a conversation going.

“Well, let’s see. I worked, worked some more, watched tv, and spent some time with friends and family,” you tell her.

“That sounds nice,” Nat says.

“It was okay. I missed you more than anything,” you say.

“This time was hard for me too.”

“I know,” you say. “Do you want to-“

You stop talking and simply gesture for her to sit on your lap. It’s something she used to do without your insistence, but her boundaries are different after every mission.

Natasha nods and slowly straddles your legs with hers. Her body falls against yours. You allow her to make the next move.

You breathe a sigh of relief when Natasha wraps her arms around your waist and buries herself into you. Hugging her back, you hold her as close as you can.

"I’m here, baby,” you say softly. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

You feel tears on your neck as Natasha cries. You’ve only seen this happen a few times. As hard as it is to see it, the level of trust she has for you makes your heart swell. Not many people have seen this woman cry.

Natasha doesn’t move an inch for over an hour. You hold her for as long as she needs. When she pulls away, she looks into your eyes to see nothing but kindness.

“I’m sorry about this,” Natasha says.

“Hey, no don’t,” you say. “I’m here for you. Always.”

She feels her hands twitch as if she has to touch you, but she doesn’t know if she should. Those hands have caused pain and suffering. You see her internal dilemma.

“You can’t hurt me, Natasha,” you tell her. Her eyes widen a bit. How did you know what she was thinking?

“But I could,” she argues.

“But you won’t,” you reply.

“How do you know?”

“Because you’re you, baby. You’ve always been so gentle with me. These hands,” you begin, taking her hands in yours. “Have only served as a way to make me feel good. To make me happy. To make me fall in love with you even more. I trust you. You know I do.”

“I’ve just caused so much pain and suffering,” Natasha says.

“But oh so much more safety and calm,” you remind her. “I’m not afraid of you. I never have been.”

Natasha moves her hands to each side of your face. When you don’t flinch, she sees the truth of your words. She leans forward tentatively. You wait for her to kiss you.

When she does, it’s the most gentle kiss you’ve ever shared. A ghostly touch on your lips that lingers once she’s pulled away.

“I love you,” Natasha says. “I know I have a hard time saying it, but it’s how I always feel.”

“I love you too, Natasha. And you show me how you love me all of the time. You don’t need to say it for me to know it. I promise,” you tell her.

Natasha smiles softly and presses her head to your shoulder. You kiss her temple and rub her back softly.

“I should probably go so you can work,” Natasha mumbles.

“Stay with me?” You ask her.

“Okay,” Natasha replies.

She stays in your arms and even falls asleep after a while. You spend the entire day reassuring Natasha that everything is okay.

You’re so glad she’s home. And she knows she’s going to be okay as long as she’s with you.

What a great way to spend a Winter evening!

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