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Natasha is torn.
She wants to make a scene, immediately steal you away and get you out of handcuffs.
But she knows better.
And so, she must hold herself still.
Everyone is currently sitting in a conference room, and Maria knows not to test Natasha’s limit and patience.
So, she sits you next to Natasha while she sits on the other side. Fury sits at the head of the table, staring at you, and you’re unsure how to read his expression.
But you know why this has happened.
“What is the meaning of this?” Natasha asks, mouth in a hard line as she looks at Fury. “Why is she in handcuffs?”
“Because she’s a criminal,” Fury says simply.
“She saved us all!” Natasha argued back.
“She abetted a criminal,” Fury says, not taking his eyes off of you. “Her guidance has caused the suffering of many, a significant amount of money laundering, and even death.”
“She had no choice,” Natasha hissed.
“Oh, she had many choices,” Fury turned to look at Natasha, “She could’ve found a way to contact us, contact any authority, she even could’ve tried to run away over and over again. But she didn’t.”
Fury looks back at you, “Isn’t that right?”
Natasha is about to say something else because the idea that you would be locked away, doing time for things you had no choice to do is ludicrous, but bring your hands atop hers, giving her a soft smile of reassurance.
“It’s true, I could’ve tried to contact someone at any time or ran away when I was finally allowed some freedom,” you admit.
“Then, why didn’t you?” Clint asked, frowning.
“Because there’s no guarantee that would’ve been the end of William,” you say softly. “What are you going to arrest him on? He hasn’t done anything at that point yet. Will you arrest him on the idea he might do something? You might as well arrest everyone in the world then.”
“We have your visions,” Steve jumps in, and you smile lightly at him.
“And what if I were lying?” You question. “How would you be certain that I’m telling the truth, that what I see is true? I can’t control my gift. I can’t conjure you up a vision on the spot. You would still have to wait until something I say comes true.”
“That’s not your job to figure out the Avenger’s job of bringing a villain down,” Fury tells you, but you turn your head and raise your eyebrow at him.
“It is my job if I’m the one who has to get directly affected,” you shoot back at him.
“Yet, in the end, your actions brought us all here,” Fury smirked.
Natasha’s about to stand up, but you hold her arm through your handcuffs, looking at her again. Her eyes search yours, only finding that you’re pleading her to trust you once more.
So she purses her lips, sitting down.
You turn your head back to Fury. “Let’s just cut down to the chase. In return for absolving me of my crimes, I will agree to research and training my gift, and aide the Avengers—”
“No—” Natasha tries to interrupt, but you pat her hand.
“In a consultant capacity,” you finish.
It’s silent as everyone processes what you’ve said.
It would be essentially in the same position as Tony. You wouldn’t have to go on missions, or really have to abide by the same rules as SHIELD.
Nick Fury quirks his lips at you.
“Is that your deal?” He asks you in his deep voice.
“It’s the only deal you will agree to.”
Fury continues to look at you before letting out a quiet chuckle.
“Alright,” he says, standing up, motioning his hands to Maria to let you out of your handcuffs. “Deal.”
When all in said and done, you stand up with Natasha. Everyone begins to leave the room.
Clint and Bruce pat you gently on the shoulder as they leave with a smile.
“If you ever decide you need a better income, come work for me,” Tony tells you with his signature smirk, and you smile back at him.
“As what?” You tilt your head.
“Well,” Tony hums, “I could always use more paintings in my building. Peppers says my decor is shit.”
You laugh, and Tony smiles at you once more.
“See you around, third eye,” He chuckles at his own nickname that causes Natasha to roll her eyes.
Steve is the last to leave, standing before you with his hands behind his back and a slight curve in his eyebrow.
“Did you know that you would be arrested?” He asks finally.
You lick your lips.
“What have I told you about the future?” You say, and Steve just shakes his head with a smile, leaning down to give you a gentle hug before leaving.
Once everyone is gone from the room, Natasha pulls you into her embrace, hand starting at the lower dip of your back before trailing its way up to the base of your neck.
“You had me wrapped around your finger right from the beginning, didn’t you?” Natasha whispers against the crook of your ear.
“Just as much as you had me around yours,” you say in return.
It isn’t long before Natasha finds your lips with her own, and the soft sigh that leaves your mouth is a sound that Natasha finds she treasures.
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You quickly move into the Avengers’ Tower on Natasha’s floor. At first, Natasha wanted to find her own place where she could live with you, but you argued it’s better to be surrounded by family.
The tower was secure, and it’s nice to be somewhere filled with people for a change.
You settled in quite nicely, and you like that you can see so much New York outside from your room with Natasha.
It was lively with how you painted drawings on the wall with Natasha watching.
You’ve seen to have fallen into a nice routine so far. Natasha has more free time with no missions currently.
You wake around 9AM and sneak out of bed quietly to make coffee for Natasha.
You think it’s adorable that Natasha is not a morning person at all if she doesn’t have to be. She’ll stay in bed until 2PM if you let her.
You’re currently sitting in the living room watching TV. On the news station, you see that David has used his money to buy out William’s company. When the news came to light, his stocks dropped and obviously, his company tanked. David saved it by buying it and everyone innocent who worked there.
“It is my promise that I will rebuild and restore honor to this company. With our rebranding, I will show the world the true legacy the previous late CEO, William’s father, wanted to bring to this world…”
You smiled. You were sure that David would do what he promised.
You get late lunch with Steve and trade drawings that you’ve been working on. He’s easy to be around, and you’re glad that he’s also someone that Natasha trusts.
All while living your new life, you also dedicate time to sit with researchers that Maria and Tony set out for you to help you with your gift.
It’s slow going. For many days there wasn’t much to work with, but as time went on, more data was compiled, and you’re beginning to understand more of yourself and your gift. Here and there, you can help people on their missions when the visions pop into your head, and for once, you like that you’re using it to save lives in an honest way. In the small moments, there’s no scheming.
“So, what’s the plan now, third eye?” Tony asks you, and you smile.
“I’m going to head back to my room. Natasha will probably wake within an hour.”
“She’s still sleeping? Jeeze, it’s like 1PM now,” Tony rolls his eyes in a joking manner, and you can’t help but chuckle.
“I don’t have the heart to wake her. she’s too cute.”
“I don’t know if the word ‘cute’ is what I would describe Natasha.”
“Well, I’m describing her, not you,” you smirk before sighing. “Alright, Tin Man, I’m going to go.”
You walk off, and you hear Tony mumbling, “Tin Man?” before laughing.
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Mornings don’t settle well.
Natasha doesn’t understand why her body can’t just come to love the mornings. It would just make everything easier.
But she can smell coffee, and her heart warms, knowing you’ve brewed a fresh batch for her. She gets up groggily, pressing her palm to her eye in hopes of pushing the sleep away before running her fingers through her hair.
Getting out of bed, Natasha makes her way out to the living room quietly because she catches the sight of your back as you paint. She leans against the wall, just taking in the blotches of paint on your fingers and forearms, smiling because Natasha just can’t explain how the sight makes her feel. She loves seeing you with your messy bun.
Her eyes travel down to the over-sized dress shirt you have on and can’t help but grin. When the two of you first moved in, Natasha insisted on buying you stacks and stacks of shirts for your painting activities. It made you giggle when you thought back to when Natasha was jealous of the thought you were wearing someone else’s clothes.
Once Natasha feels that she’s soaked you in enough, she walks forward to make her presence known, pouring herself some coffee before heading over to you.
You look at your painting, squinting a little bit before smiling as you put your brush and palette down. Turning to face Natasha as you’re seated, the other girl pulls you into a hug, her fingers massaging the back of your neck before she dips down and kisses the top of your head.
“You’re gonna get paint on yourself, Nat,” you mumble into her body.
“And it will be a wonderful addition,” Natasha smiles softly.
“What were you painting? You’ve been working on this painting since I met you the first time I saw you in the studio.” Natasha asks, but then she looks, and she sees.
It’s her.
There are vibrant colors everywhere, shades of herself that Natasha would’ve never believed herself to be. The detail you put in her eyes gave an idea to Natasha was precisely you saw in the dark when you had a vision of her.
Natasha is speechless, overwhelmed about how you see her, but she is so very in love with you.
“I told you,” you whisper as you stand up slowly, your lips brushing against her exposed collarbone. “You’re the most beautiful color to ever exist.”
Natasha puts her coffee down on the table stand, her hands sliding against your jaw as she cups your face. Her nose drags across your cheek before it brushes against your lips.
This is everything, Natasha thinks.
You’re all healed up. Some things have faded into scars, but Natasha loves it because it means you’ve survived.
Her fingers are slightly tangled through the baby hairs of the back of your head as Natasha pulls you closer to her.
Her lips press to yours, first chaste and quick, but the taste of you quickly draws her in, and before you know it, you’re in the midst of long, languid kisses that make your head spin. Natasha leads you to the bedroom, her hands traveling down the sides of your neck. One hand dips down the front, palm sliding across your bare collarbone as her other hand unbuttons your shirt.
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The shirt slides off your shoulders, hitting the ground and forgotten as you back yourself onto the bed, slowly falling backward onto the bed with Natasha cover your body with her own.
Your nipples harden feeling Natasha’s silk top rub against your naked chest. Her lips descend on your throat, and you give out a throaty moan that your girlfriend just appreciates like it’s music.
Your stomach coils anticipatingly when Natasha’s lip make their way lower, her hands taking your soft mounds and squeezes them appreciatively. Your hips grind into her thigh that’s between your legs, and you feel Natasha smirk against your skin.
“Eager?” She teases.
“Only as much as you,” you breathily say back, but your hands are trailing down her sides until you reach the hem of her silk top. Fingers tread underneath until your touching smooth skin, adoring the goosebumps that follow where you touch.
Suddenly, Natasha is holding you close, cradling you to her as if you’re the most precious thing to have ever existed.
“I’ve waited for this for so long,” she admits, and you hum in agreement because you feel a burn in the back of your throat.
Perhaps Natasha may never understand how much of you revolves around her, but your heart flutters, knowing that she loves you too.
“Touch me,” you rasp, dragging her hand to cup your chest. Natasha presses open-mouthed kisses between the valley of your breasts, trailing lower with renewed determination.
Her tongue dips out, tasting your navel, and you feel the heat pool between your legs with the desire for Natasha’s love. Her blunt fingernails drag down your body, and you suddenly feel her breath at your panties. Her fingers hook around the lacy garment, dragging them until they become forgotten on the floor as well.
You’re well-content to let Natasha take the lead this time, but there are things you won’t let her deprive you of, and that’s undressing her too. You sit up, capturing her lips, deepening the kiss as you button her shirt with haste. Natasha lets her arms limp at her sides as you push the clothing off her shoulders and down her arms, letting them fall to the bed.
Lowering you until your back hits the mattress, her gentle hands deftly feels every muscle on your back, and you let out a moan because Natasha’s mouth feels even better on your breast. Her tongue traces a hot circle against your stiff nipple before her mouth closes in on it.
And when Natasha settles between your legs, your legs can’t help but wrap around her waist. The first grind Natasha rocks against your core have you screwing your eyes closed in pleasure, your hips rocking back with intent as you moan again.
Natasha gasps your name, stilling her hips much to your protest.
“Slowly,” Natasha rasps, “I want to feel all of you.”
You take a shaky breath, swept up again when she kisses you, her tongue licking your bottom lip, and tastes you.
Her fingers travel to your legs, and she seems to linger, pulling at your thighs, grasping your calves, and then traveling up and spreading you a little wider.
Your hips roll for contact, and Natasha seems to find a new intent, and nothing feels slow anymore.
Her fingers dip into your wet folds, passing over your clit before pressing firmly on the nub, and you can’t help but cry out by how good it feels.
Natasha watches you with rapt. You’re so honest with your pleasure, letting it show all over your face and the way your body arches off the bed. Her heart thuds as her fingers slide deeper, begging for entrance, and you spread your legs further for her.
Natasha’s fingers press and curl, drawing favorable responses out of you, licking her lips when you reach out to grab her sides as you match your hips to the rhythm of her fingers.
Colors are passing through your head again. The fierce red of Natasha’s hair, the deep, vibrant green of her eyes, and blue for the ocean you feel like you’re riding through.
And the building pressure in your lower belly pools and coils until Natasha pushes you off the edge, and you scream her name.
Opening you’re eyes, you look into your heaven, the tender green of Natasha’s eyes, and you know you’ll never be the same.
Between the ecstasy and the aftershocks of pleasure that ripples through your body, pulsing around the fingers still in you, you feel the shaking breath of Natasha against your neck.
“I love you,” she says against your skin, slightly salty from the sweat you’ve built up.
Your fingers trace invisible lines on her back as you slowly come back down.
“I love you, too,” you murmur, drawing Natasha from her hiding place to give her a deep kiss.
Your fingers are aching to touch her.
You need to feel her.
But the taste of you has Natasha still wanting more.
“I need to taste you,” she says against your lips. Your breath catches as Natasha dips her head and bites your shoulder gently, her hands already trailing down again, except this time her head follows.
“Please tell me you plan to let me reciprocate you today,” you husk, and Natasha chuckles, and you feel the rumble.
“Eventually,” Natasha concedes, finally reaching her destination.
“But as I said,” a hot tongue glazing over the oversensitive flesh, “slowly. We have all the time in the world.”
A moan escapes your throat.
And you pray that the world won’t end anytime soon.
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It’s only weeks before the bliss of being home with nothing to do ends with Natasha, and somehow, the world is in peril again.
You’re painting in the living room again while Natasha is zipping up her catsuit and also going over her equipment to ensure she has it all. Once she’s sure she’s got everything, she comes to your side and presses a kiss to your head.
“I’ll see you soon. I’ll text if I can,” she says against your hair, breathing your scent to remember it as she knows it won’t see you for a while.
Natasha is about to leave, but you jump up to grab something.
“Wait!” You call after her, running to your shared bedroom and then coming back out to give her something.
Natasha offers her hand, and you drop the items into her hand.
“Hair ties?” Natasha confusedly looks at them before looking at you.
You hum, “Yeah, you can go now.”
“Are you going to tell me what it’s for?” Natasha raises her brow.
You grin, “No, you’ll find out.”
Natasha merely shakes her head with a small smile, kissing you one last time before she goes off.
“Try not to get any paint on the wall this time,” Natasha reminds you with a look.
You nod dutifully, “I will do my very best, but you can’t lie and say you didn’t like the last painting.”
Natasha is really pushing it on time, but she just loves the little banters you have.
It’s blissful.
Natasha brushes a loose strand of hair away from your face as she gazes in your eyes. She’s probably late, but she doesn’t care.
“I will always love whatever you paint, I love the color of you.”