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It had been a couple days after the incident and you noticed Natasha becoming a little more like herself. That is...until she asked you out. And now, here you are. On your way to the top of Stark Tower where she said to meet. Your palms are sweaty, and you keep checking you hair in the reflective glass of the elevator.

"Take a deep breath, (Y/n)." you whisper to yourself just as you make your way onto the platform. She was turned away from you- luscious red hair blowing in the wind as she leaned against a pillar. This really was crazy. How the hell did you get here?

4 hours Earlier

You were walking down the hallway of S.H.I.E.L.D when you heard someone running up behind you. You turned around quickly and was surprised to see bright green eyes staring back at you.

"Nat!" you exclaimed. "Hey-" you're cut off when the shorter woman pulls you into a tight hug. Surprised by the sudden embrace, you simply return it. The two of you finally pull back and Natasha hands you your favorite drink, a large smile on her face. You took it gratefully, not even realizing that she had been holding it when you guys hugged. "Wow! Thanks!" you exclaimed taking a sip of the cup of heaven that you were now cradling in your hands. "What's this for?" you asked, though you could only guess it was for the other day.

"Consider it a trade." she said, a confident smile on her face as she motioned for you to walk with her.

"A trade?" you echoed cocking your brow as she watched her face carefully.

"Yup," she replied, popping the 'p' loudly. You furrowed your brows stopping to turn to her fully.

"A trade for what?" you inquire.

"Just an answer." she replied shortly, sending you a quick wink and began to walk again- her hair shielding her face from your view. You stood confused for a second, watching her as she walked away before quickly catching up to her. Why in the world was she being so vague?

"An answer for what?" you probed.

"For the question I'm about to ask you." she said simply.

"Oh come on, Nat!" you said exasperatedly as you rolled your eyes playfully. You grabbed her elbow effectively stopping her from walking. You looked at her and decades of profiling told you that she was nervous. "Nat, what's going o-"

"Will you go to dinner with me?" she asked as she began to worry her thick bottom lip. You stood shocked.

"Like a date?" you find yourself asking, to which the red head in front of you simply nods. The famed Black Widow, the Gorgeously Untouchable Natasha Romanoff has asked you out on a date? You blinked a couple of times and you noticed she began to fidget slightly, though you could tell she was trying hard to keep her usually confident face from looking too nervous.

"Well?" she asked again. Her green eyes searching your own (e/c) orbs. Her voice knocked you out of your thoughts.

"Y-yeah! Of course! I would love to," you responded and you could feel your face burning at your little display of silence. Nat seemed to have relaxed at your answer, her usual smirk finding its way on her graceful features once more.

"I'm glad to hear that." she said- her smile growing. "Meet me on top of Stark Tower at 7:00 pm." she told you as she began to turn away from you, ready to be on her way. "Wear something nice." she instructed you, sending you another wink and one hell of a gorgeous smile before walking away towards her office. You stood in shock a couple minutes after she left before looking at your watch. You had exactly four hours and thirty seven minutes to find something to wear to your date. You smiled at that thought. You had a date with Natasha Romanoff.

End Flashback

The building top is decorated with stringed bulbs that light up the white cloth covered table in its center. On top of the table is a nice looking pasta dish and next to it sits an opened bottle of dark wine. The entire set up was immensely romantic and rather intimate. But who were you to complain. You begin to slowly make your way towards your date, butterflies tangent in your stomach.

"I assumed you weren't afraid of heights." she says to you over her shoulder before chuckling lightly. "I only just now realized you weren't ever on a mission that required us to be high off the ground." she turns around to face you, a dazzling smile on her face. She wore a a tight black dress with draping sheer sleeves and a low v-line that showed off an ample amount of her breast. "I hope you don't mind them," she finishes a smile reaching her lips as she notices you staring. "Heights I mean," she adds playfully.

"Oh, no no. I don't mind them," you day rather quickly, a small blush making its way to your (s/c) cheeks. Even if you did have a fear of heights, being an Avenger, you had to quickly discard your acrophobia. Natasha simply smiles at that and you both take your seat. She pours you both a decent amount of wine before settling down.

"You- you're beautiful tonight," you compliment. "Not that you're not always beautiful- cause you are-" you cut yourself off and shake your head at your little stumble of words. The red head in front of you simply chuckles, the smallest blush on her face as she picks up her fork.

"Thank you, (y/n). You look pretty gorgeous yourself," she responds twirling the pasta around her fork. Blushing at the returned compliment, you follow suit mumbling a nervous 'thank you'.

You take note that the food is still hot, almost as if it was just prepared. Taking a bite, you close your eyes and savor the taste. The pasta was simply delectable. When you reopen your (e/c) orbs you notice Natasha looking at you with an attentive gaze. A quick flash of confusion runs over your face, but then it hits you. Your eyes widen- looking back down at your food then looking back up at silently asking pools of green.

"Did you make this?" you ask, a sense of surprise evident in your voice. "Holy- I thought you hired a gourmet chef to cook this or something. This is amazing! I didn't even know you could cook." you say taking a second eager bite. Natasha seems to relax at your praise and begins to eat herself.

"Gotta do something when we're not saving the world." she replies with a self-satisfied smirk. "Why not learn how to cook?" You feel a small smile pull at the corners of your mouth. "Speaking of what we're doing when we're not saving the world, what do you do to know my full name?" she teased a perfect eyebrow arched playfully. Your cheeks redden slightly before you respond.

"Oh um..." you cough a couple of time. "I-uh. It was before you were a part of the Avengers. Fury had me do a background check." you explain, scratching your cheek lightly. "I didn't realize that you were conscious..." you add almost inaudibly.

"But my full birth name?" she laughs. "I don't think I've been called that since I was a kid." A small cloud of darkness settles over her face before she shakes it off with a smile. "You probably had to do a lot of digging for that one. No wonder Fury always turns to you for Intel gathering." she compliments, sending you a dazzling smile. One that you easily return. A few more minutes of content silence settles over the two of you before your date speaks again.

"I wanted to thank you for what you did the other day. What you said." Nat says in a low voice. Her eyes not leaving her plate as she forks her food around. You were chewing so you weren't able to reply right away. "Did you mean it?" she asks, taking your silence as a sign to keep talking. "About how you'll always be here for me?" you could sense the vulnerability as it seeped into her words. Quickly swallowing your pasta, you respond with a sense of urgency.

"Of course!" you respond louder than you intended. Your quick response made Natasha clink her fork against her plate, looking up at you with slightly startled green orbs. "Of course I meant what I said." you say in a lower voice, your eyes tugging away from Natasha's deep depths and back to your food. Staring into Nat's meaningful eyes that were usually well shielded stirred around your feels, so it was an easier task to just look at your plate. After another few moments of silence, a couple of thoughts fueled by your own insecurities wormed their way into your head. Maybe she had just invited you out as a way of thanks...

"I can barely count on my hand how many people voluntarily stick around," she scoffs out bitterly, pulling you out of your thoughts. You knew of the famous Black Widow's rather sketchy track record and you couldn't lie and say yours was any better. You had both had dark pasts and, for some people, that was hard to look past.

"I can't even imagine my life without you." your eyes widen slightly, realizing you were now wearing your heart on your sleeve. The look on Nat's face was worth your own two seconds of embarrassment, but there was still a melancholy in her eyes so you continued, swallowing your insecurities. "You're the most amazing person I've ever kno-" you're cut off when Nat scoffs and a flash of pain flickers across her features as she picks up her glass of wine.

"It's true," you continue in earnest. "You're confident and smart..." you pause, a smile on your face- close to how it looks when people fangirl over their idols. "you're absolutely kickass and can easily hold your own with the guys and you're an amazing strategist." you pause again, not sure if you want to continue, but you were already this far.

"You're honest , loyal, kind and caring and...when you smile. Like, really smile...you're so damn beautiful. You're perfect." you shrug with a finish, a look of finality set on your features. The edges of her eyes glisten like a perfectly still, green pool under the hanging lights. You worry for second that you've upset her somehow, but she speaks a few moments later.

"I'm not perfect," she says with a shake of her head as she lifts up her fork again. "I have my...flaws. My faults-"

"And that's what makes you perfect. Perfect to me." you say as you place a hand over her resting hand, and you begin to stroke the soft skin there. You watch as the red head noticeably relaxes under your small touch and you can't help the warmth that spreads throughout your chest as she intertwines your fingers. "Now," you say sitting up straighter, a challenging look in your eyes. "It's your turn."

"My turn?" Nat echoes, pointing her fork towards her chest. "For what?" she asks amusement in her voice.

"An answer," you say coolly as you grab your untouched wine. Natasha narrows her piercing green eyes as she smiles.

"Okay," she finally says with a smooth chuckle. You bit at your bottom lip softly, noticing your date watch you with curiosity.

"Why did you really ask me out tonight?" you say, using your mock bravado to push out the question that had lingered on your lips since 4 hours earlier. "Was it because of what I did for you the other day?" you add. Truthfully, you were scared at what her answer may be. What if that's the only reason? What if this was a 'thank you' date and you had utterly misinterpreted everything- the table set up, the lights, the romantic view of the city- as signs of her romantic feelings for you? Then a thought hits you. Nothing Natasha has done up to this point could easily been interpreted as romantic or non-platonic in any way. You suddenly you wish that you never would have opened your mouth. That is until Nat had looked at you like you had grew a third eye.

"Seriously?" she asks you incredulously. "From the moment I first saw you I thought that you were beautiful. Then I got to know you and realized that you're an amazing person. There's been so many other times before this that I've wanted to ask you out to dinner with me, but you never showed interest in me particularly so..." she trails off, her smug smile turning into an almost shy smile. "Until a couple days ago when you were with me." her smile turns to one of fondness and you look up the meet her warm eyes. "When you just lied there with me, your arms wrapped around me, helping me calm down, helping me sleep, keeping me from falling apart again."

Nat looked down, her voice becoming shaky. "When Bruce- the Hulk-" she corrects as she looks up at you again. You notice her eyes begin to water and you instinctively make your way around the table to where she's sitting. She grips your hand tighter for support. "When he left, right before I blacked out, the only think I could think about was you. Your smile, your laugh, your silly jokes, or how you stutter when you get nervous," she smiles at you. "All I could think about was 'What if I never get to show you how much I love you?'"

You feel your heart beat pick up in your chest, it's steady taboo pounding in your ears. Did you hear that right. She said 'love', hadn't she? The look on her face told you your ears had heard her correctly. She quickly looks away, not able to be your eyes. Your mouth opens and closes and you finally understand the term "like a fish".

You know you have to say something, but you cannot for the life of you get any words to come out. So, without too much thought, you throw yourself into her arms, developing her in a crushing hug. You pull back far enough to be able to look into her wide green eyes. You know you have to move quickly, once more, bravado fueling your movements. You lean in slowly, suddenly getting nervous, but before you could push forward any closer, Natasha closes the gap.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel her soft luscious lips move across your own. The kiss itself was simple, but you find every sense of your being overwhelmed by it as it progresses. You can smell her sweet floral perfume- one you had never noticed her use before. Had she put on this specifically for this date? For you? Well, either way, it smells delightful and you feel her hands creeping up your back before finally resting her slender fingers at the nape of your neck. You almost swoon when the kiss deepens and is left slightly disappointment when you both have to pull back for air.

You're panting slightly as you press your forehead against hers- so close to her face that the two of you are sharing the air between you. You can't think of a single thing you can say that won't sound cheesy, so with a wide smile you nuzzle close to her. You hear her heart thundering quickly in her chest, her breaths shaky and something hits you. You sit back up, a challenging look in your eyes, a new-found air of confidence surrounding you. Natasha regards you curiously as she arches a brow. You lean forward, your lips impossibly close but not yet touching. You were going to finish what you started.

"Nat," you pause very slightly brushing your lips against hers. "Name one thing you taste."

Fin