Marvel Imagines

Death Threats and Soccer [N.R.] ☀️🧊

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Athlete!Reader

Summary: Natasha was assigned to protect you, and in the process, she fell for you. Now she is your biggest supporter and your cutest defender.

Warnings: Just fluff, really shitty descriptions of soccer, talk of death threats, slightly suggestive at the end if you squint

Word Count: 1.4k

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Being a famous athlete came with its ups and downs. You got to play the game you loved and hopefully help millions of other people fall in love with it as well, but that also meant that you were constantly in the spotlight. This meant that a whole lot of people know who you are, and a fair amount of them absolutely hate you.

This was how you met the Black Widow herself, Natasha Romanoff. You had begun to receive death threats from some people, so your manager thought that it would be a good idea to hire some extra protection for you. You agreed, not knowing who he would choose, but when you were called into his office one day and standing next to your manager was your favorite Avenger, it took everything in you not to pass out right there.

It took a while for Natasha to warm up to you, but when she did, you two became inseparable. You soon asked her out on a date, and she accepted. When more death threats came in, you found out just how protective Natasha could be over you. You came home from practice one day to find her pacing in the kitchen, on the phone yelling at someone.

When she sees you, her pacing stops and she quickly hangs up the phone. You come up to her and wrap your arms around her waist, mumbling into her neck, "Who were you talking to?" The redhead turns around in your arms before wrapping hers around your neck. "Tony. We need to find out who's been sending these threats." You nod seriously before leaning down to press a quick peck to your girlfriend's lips.

"And I know you will, babe. You're the best of the best. Now in the meantime, what would you like for dinner?" Natasha happily sat herself on top of the counter, telling you her order. As you cooked for her, her worries about you slowly faded. All she could think about was how much she loved you and how happy she was in your relationship.

Later that night, while the two of you are cuddled up in bed, you decide to bring up an upcoming game. You glance down at the gorgeous redhead laying on top of you, brushing some hair out of her face and quietly saying, "Hey, baby? Would you maybe want to come to my next match? It's a home game, and it might be a little chilly, but it could be fun."

Natasha grins at you, nodding and placing a gentle kiss on your lips. "Of course I want to come. I would love to watch you play!" You smile back at her before settling in and whispering up at the ceiling, "Goodnight, baby. I love you." You hear her mumble it back before you close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

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Your teammates were not the most subtle people you know, so when you walk into the locker room and they begin to whisper, you know something is up. You let them talk quietly for a second before whipping around, catching them off-guard. You make eye contact with your teammate Ella first. She tries to act casual, glancing away from you, but you're locked in on her.

"What the fuck is going on?" She giggles nervously before your other teammate, Grace, teasingly exclaims, "You have a guest in the stands. She's very enthusiastic. You can practically feel her team pride." You give her a confused look before realizing... is she talking about... no, she can't be. Natasha would never dress up in your team colors in front of thousands of people, let alone be decked out in it.

The team goalie, Mia, shrugs, nodding in agreement with Grace. You let out a laugh before turning back to your locker. You would believe it when you see it with your own two eyes. You quickly got changed and began stretching with the team captain, Vivian, leading.

As your team lines up to go out onto the field, you decide to try and spot Natasha in the crowd. The team jogs out to meet your opponents at the midfield line, and as you stand there, you look into the stands. You quickly catch sight of your girlfriend, completely covered in your team's memorabilia. You let out an astonished laugh, putting your hand up to wave at her. She enthusiastically waves back, jumping up and down and waving a flag with your team logo on it.

You shake your head in amusement before focusing on the game. You get into position on the midfield line, and as soon as the whistle blows, you are in your professional headspace. You are the center forward on your team, and you and the second striker, Hazel, follow the ball towards the opposing team's goal.

You quickly take control of it, passing it around to keep it away from the opponent defenders. Hazel takes the ball and draws the defenders away from you, leaving you open and able to take a clean shot at the goal. You both jump at the opportunity, with her quickly passing it to you and you swiftly kicking in the first goal of the game.

You can practically hear Natasha screaming from the stands, making you smile as your teammates pat you on the back. You get back into position before play resumes.

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As the match goes on, the score becomes tighter until it is 3-2, the opposing team. You grunt in frustration when you glance at the scoreboard, knowing that you would have to bring your best if you wanted to get back the lead you had before.

You call Vivian over, telling her you have a new strategy to help. She tells you to proceed and you fill her in. Instead of just Hazel drawing the defenders away, two of your midfielders, Grace and Ella would assist so that it would be more thorough. Vivian agrees and tells the team the new plan, and you all get into position.

As soon as play starts, you and your teammates spring into action. You run forward quickly, making sure to stay spread apart from Hazel, Grace, and Ella. They lead the defenders away and the ball is passed to you. You get ready to take the shot, but then suddenly you feel cleats make contact with your leg and you are on the ground.

You notice an opposing player standing up near you, and the referee walks over to you. You decide to play it up a little, holding your leg to your chest and rolling around a bit. You glance up at the referee who then blows his whistle and holds up a yellow card. Hazel jogs over to you and helps you up.

As you stand up, you limp, slightly in pain, but you decide to just push through it. Vivian jogs over and asks, "Are you good to keep playing?" and you nod and grin at her. You shake your leg out and glance up at the stands, catching sight of Natasha fuming. You would have to remember to calm her down and reassure her that you're okay after the match.

In the meantime, you resume your strategy from before, with the two midfielders assisting Hazel. Soon, you gain back your lead, with you making three more goals and leading your team to a 3-5 victory.

You run around the field before you stop suddenly because of a pain shooting up your leg. You quickly forget about your injury though when the rest of your team jumps on top of you, cheering about the win. You make your way towards the stands, making fans cheer louder.

Natasha meets you at the edge and you pull yourself up so that you can pull her into a passionate kiss. She sighs into your mouth before chasing your lips when you pull back. You laugh breathlessly before looking her over. "You look good, babe. Our colors suit you."

She grins at you before replying, "That was so amazing. I'm so proud of you!" A dark look quickly passes over her face, making you stumble back slightly from the mood change. "Who was that person who kicked you? That was clearly on purpose. And they were allowed to stay in the game? Let me talk to them, then they'll know not to mess with you."

You laugh at her determination to defend you before you kiss her again, but more softly. "It's okay, baby. Really, it is. It's just a part of the job. I'm just glad you're here." She smiles up at you before grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the exit.

You look at her, confused, before asking, "Where are we going?" She just gives you a suggestive smile before supplying, "We're going home. Don't you want to celebrate your victory?" Now, how could you ever say no to that?

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