Meeting Nathan Romanoff

By: AndiKaneUnderwood

Captain America: Stephanie Rogers/Steph

Iron Woman: Toniya Stark/Toni

Hulk: Bethany Banner/Beth

Hawkeye: Clarissa Barton/Claire or (Only Nathan) Rissa

Black Widow: Nataton Romanova Nathaniel Romanoff/Nathan or (Only Clarissa) Nate

It was a dark, cold September night and all was peaceful, perhaps a bit too quiet.

A shadow moves in the dark, moving fast and moving silently. The shadow stops when a light passes over it from overhead, but once the light has passed, the shadow moved on.

This is the place. The shadow thought, coming up on an old building. It slipped inside, a glint in its eyes, and looked around for a place to hide.

"You know, most assassins know immediately when someone's been following them. You must be new." The shadow startled as the lights were turned on, revealing a blonde girl with blue-grey eyes leaning against a doorway in the corner of the room.

The shadow, a fifteen year old male with close cropped red hair and emerald eyes, turned and raised an eyebrow at the blonde, giving her a quick once-over.

Her mid-back length blonde hair was pulled back in a low braid and her blue-grey eyes held amusement and caution. There was a bow and quiver of arrows slung over her shoulder, the bow crossing her left shoulder to lower right side and the quiver strap crossing her right shoulder to lower left side, a gun holster was strapped to her thigh, and the outline of a knife sheath attached to the inside of both boots.

"So, you wanna tell me what you're here for?" the blonde girl, because she can't be any more than fifteen herself, getting up off the wall and coming closer.

The red-head male watched the blonde warily. "They may not have told me you were coming, but I knew you were there." he replied.

The blonde raised a neat eyebrow. "Did you?" She asked. "Well, it doesn't matter. I've been sent to kill you."

"You'll have difficulty accomplishing that." The redhead promised.

"I know, so I came to offer you a deal." The blonde smiled, shifting so close the male can smell earth, hay, and sugar coming off the female and combining to make a new scent the green eyed teen found himself getting addicted to. The redhead gave himself a mental slap. Stay focused, Romanoff. He berated himself.

"Here you are. The infamous Black Widow." The blonde slowly began walking around Romanoff, circling him. "Unstoppable. Expert marksman. Never had a mission that you couldn't complete. My orders upon coming here where to subdue you and kill you. I don't think that's what's going to hap- Oh, shit!" The blonde hissed, suddenly falling to her knees clutching her stomach.

In the same moment, Romanoff's target came through the door, spotted the pair, and yelled for security.

A sweet smell perfumed the air and something inside of Romanoff stirred. Oh. Oh. Shit. He had to make sure. The redheaded male moved closer to the pain filled blonde. "What's wrong?" he asked.

The blue-grey eyed girl whimpered. "Please." She cried softly and Romanoff felt his heart ache for her. "Please help me. M-my Heat." That was all she managed before dissolving into more whimpers, harsh panting, and gasping breaths, like she couldn't get in enough air, and Romanoff swore his heart broke at the pleading tone of her voice.

He shook his head. What in the nine Hells had possessed him? He was the Black Widow for land's sake. He shouldn't feel bad for this blonde teenager, he'd just barely met! But as he looked down at the poor Omega teen, her bangs plastered to her forehead as beads of sweat rolled down her face, her cheeks flushed, but her skin pale, pink lips parted with her heavy breathing, he couldn't find it within him not to care about her.

"Alright, now, listen to me, before I lose you here and now. What's your name, Omega?" He allowed his voice to go deeper, become more instinctual, and be rougher

A visible shudder passed through the blonde teen's body. "C-Clarissa Barton. Please help me, Alpha."

"Shh, it's okay. My name is Nathan Romanoff. I'll take care of you." Nathan soothed the blonde gently, hardly sparing a glance at his still screaming target. His head snapped up at the sound of feet running up the hall. When four guards burst into the room, Nathan felt a growl bubble up in his throat at the sight of the guns. The redhead moved to shield Clarissa's body from the cool metal in the guards' hands. "You won't hurt her." he snapped, hearing soft whimpers of pain from behind him.

There was a muffled thud and a quick glance backwards told Nathan that the blonde Omega had fallen to the floor, resting on her side and the scent in the air intensified. Alpha, please. Rang through the air, but Nathan was sure he was the only one who heard. He registered what that meant with a quick pang in his chest.

"SHIELD Security, back away from the girl!" demanded an older, maybe late thirties-early forties, man.

Hold on a bit longer, Omega. I'll get you to my home. I'll take care of you. Nathan promised. Out loud, he repeated. "You won't hurt her." He growled. In a smooth movement, he turned (barely taking his eyes from the guards) and leaned down, picking up Clarissa bridal style.

She whimpered again, curling up tightly. Shh… hush now, it's alright. The blonde girl quieted.

Nathan growled. "Do. Not. Follow." He snapped sharply, and then he was gone as quickly as he appeared.

"Sir, I thought Agent Barton's heat wasn't due until next week?" asked one guard as guns were lowered.

The lead agent nodded. "And her Heat is like clockwork too. Damn."

Nathan sighed, rubbing a gentle hand over Clarissa's side. The blonde girl was currently stripped of her heavy, constricting SHIELD gear (all of it folded up neatly in the other room with her knives, gun, and her bow and arrows set on top) and wearing one of Nathan's old t-shirts and a loose pair of sweat-shorts with her hair pulled from its braid. She was sleeping now, the heat coming off of her dulled down to gentle waves.

The ability to hear an Omega's/Alpha's voice in your head was only mentioned between SoulMates. If what Nathan had heard about SoulMates was true, then this beautiful blonde teenager was his SoulMate. The Red Room had told him that he didn't have a SoulMate, that none of the boys in the program did. They had evidently lied. Nathan wasn't going to make Clarissa turn to the dark side and the Red Room wouldn't have use for her anyway. They'd probably kill her and Nathan couldn't have that.

Narrowed green eyes pierced the wall and Nathan clenched his free hand into a fist. As if she could sense his anger, Clarissa's blue-gray eyes fluttered open. "Mmm… Alpha?" She asked drowsily, not entirely awake.

"Shh… hush now, Omega. You're okay." Nathan promised, carding his hand through her hair again and running the other down her side. "Just go back to sleep."

Clarissa's eyes slid shut again as she drifted back to sleep and Nathan grinned lightly. None of the Omega boys in the program lasted very long, but if they did last long enough for their Heats, they had never acted like that. Had he found Clarissa's Soft Points?

Nathan sighed again. If he couldn't have Clarissa come with him, then she would go with her. He'd join SHIELD, use his skills for good. He'd be with Clarissa.

The female Omega whimpered in her sleep and Nathan hushed her softly, one hand returning to her side as the other continued to run through her head. The redhead hummed a lullaby he faintly remembered an older grey haired man sing to him when he was young. Yes, SHIELD. Nathan could work for SHIELD.

"Alpha?" Clarissa mumbled, eyes fluttering open again an hour later. The blue-grey orbs were clearer than they'd been the last five hours they'd been there. The blonde looked around. "Why doesn't this surprise me?" She mumbled to herself, looking down at the clothes she was wearing.

"You're awake." came the voice from her left.

Clarissa didn't sit up, instead turning her head. The Black Widow was standing in the doorway. "And that doesn't surprise me nearly as much as it should. It's Nathan right? Nathan Romanoff?"

Nathan nodded, pleased she'd remembered. "Good, you remembered. You were in a lot of pain when I brought you here."

"How long have I been here?"

"A little over five hours."

"Five hours! Have you contacted Director Fury?" Clarissa panicked, shooting up right in the bed, her breathing got heavier.

Then there was a gentle hand at her shoulder, pushing her back against the bed. "Hey, hey. Easy Omega. Your director was notified by the agents that followed me. Coulson, I think."

Another wave of heat passed over her and she curled in on herself with a moan. "Ow." She whimpered.

A strange sensation dragged across her side and she felt her muscles involuntarily relax. "Easy, Clarissa. Don't want the next wave to hit early."

Clarissa shivered. "I heard your voice. In my head." She panted.

Nathan sat at the edge of the bed. "I heard yours too."

"This might be my Heat talking, but I really want you to mark me."

"I really want to mark you, but I don't want you doing something you'll end up regretting." Nathan replied.

Sweet chocolate perfumed the air, accompanied by the smell of cherry blossoms and Earth. Somehow, it smelt amazing despite the fact that those smells didn't go together at all.

Clarissa whimpered, warmth crawling up her skin. "Please, Alpha, please." She gasped. "I'll be good. I promise I will."

Nathan went back to stroking Clarissa's side. "Is this your first Heat?" He asked. When she didn't answer, too lost in pleasure of the hand at her side, he growled sharply. "Answer me, Omega." He hissed.

Clarissa shivered again. "No, Alpha." She gasped. "I presented at 13."

"Did anyone take care of you during your Heats?"

"No, Alpha." Clarissa whimpered, her hips bucking slightly.

Nathan noticed, climbing onto the bed and straddling the blonde's hips, hands moving to rub at her sides once more.

Feather light touches and gentle caresses no heavier than a butterfly's wing sent shivers up Clarissa's spine. Nathan leaned in close, his lips only a hair's breadth from hers. "I need to know you want this. Not because your Heat demands it, but because you genuinely need it. Is your head clear? I want the truth."

"T-truth?" Clarissa asked, pink lips parted with her pants. "I wanted you to mark me the second I saw you. It took everything in me not to beg at your feet." She replied.

Nathan smirked as her blue-grey eyes glazed over, the pupils dilating so only the slimmest ring of color sat at the edges, and her Heat took control. "Who am I, Omega?" he growled.

Clarissa whimpered and a new wave of the blonde teen's scent hit the air alongside a new heat. "My Alpha." she replied, voice soft but clear.

"Good girl." Nathan captured Clarissa's lips with his own and fireworks exploded all over his skin, leaving behind a pleasant tingle that traveled from his head to his feet.

Clarissa whine, honest-to-God whined, parting her lips to accept Nathan's tongue. The blonde moaned softly against the redhead's lips.

Nathan pulled back, stripping himself of his excess clothing as the heat from the blonde teen transferred to him, leaving himself in a white tank top and boxers. As he climbed back up to straddle Clarissa he leaned in close. "Do not. Hold back. Your sounds. Understood?" He asked, voice authoritative and a tad bit harsh.

Clarissa nodded fervently, looking desperate. "Yes, Alpha."

Nathan smirked. "Good girl. Up!" He snapped, pulling away from her.

The blonde girl was scrambling to obey before her mind could register the command, the Heat scrambling her mind and making it run a bit slower than usual. She nearly fell, her scatterbrained mind making her sharp reflexes slower, but Nathan caught her. He smiled softly, touching the tip of his nose gently to hers. "Careful Rissa. I don't want my Omega getting hurt." He purred.

"Nate…" Clarissa panted. "Yes Alpha."

"Alpha," Nathan rolled that around his tongue, "I could get used to that." He smile was feral and another shudder traveled up Clarissa's spine.

When Clarissa woke a few days later, arms woven tightly around Nathan's, which were wrapped around her waist to draw her to his chest, there was a dull, satisfied feeling in her body that chased away the loneliness usually found after her Heats.

She stretched out slowly, a yawn rolling off her tongue. "Mm." She snuggled back against Nathan's chest, clear blue-grey eyes slipping shut.

"And good morning to you too." Came the voice being her.

A fair blush spread across her cheeks. "Hi." She spoke softly.

"Hi." Nathan leaned over her. "As good as you look in that blush, don't be embarrassed Rissa."

"Rissa?" Clarissa asked. "Where'd that come from?"

Nathan smirked, straddling the blonde again and leaning down to her ear. "Tell me Omega…" he whispers seductively. "Which do you prefer? Clarissa? Or Rissa?"

The blonde shivered. "Rissa's fine. You won't mind Nate, will you?" She asked.

"Mmm…" The ginger teen pressed his lips to hers. "Nate suits me just fine." Pulling back, he attached his mouth to her Mating Mark at the junction where her shoulder met her neck.

Rissa moaned softly, Nate didn't have to work too hard to make them louder. He nipped at the mark drawing a yelp from the body beneath him. He chuckled darkly. "I'm going to have so much fun with you." He mumbled.

The feeling's mutual Alpha.