You groaned.
Your parents were coming to visit you.
You and your parents didn't have the best relationship.
They didn't approve of anything you did.
Since you didn't live the life they wanted for you, you were never good enough in their eyes.
Not to mention, you were gay.
They ignored that fact as if it was a phase.
They were ignorant.
You begged them not to come by, made up all these lies.
They were still coming anyway.
You had to do something that would irk them enough to get them the hell off your back.
You had the best idea.
You knew of no one who would go with your crazy idea.
Until you remembered your neighbor, the one and only Natasha Romanov, owed you a favor.
You had stitched and patched her up one night after a particularly rough mission.
You immediately went next door, knocking three times on her door.
She opened it and looked at you, curiously.
"Remember that favor you owe me?" you asked.
"Yeah," she recalled.
"I'm here to cash it in," you said, nervously.
"I can't set you up with Captain America," she said.
"Iew. What? No," you responded.
"Then what do you want?" she asked.
"My homophobic parents are coming to visit. Will you pretend to date me as an extra 'fuck you'?" you questioned.
Natasha stared at you for a minute.
"That sounds fun. When are they coming?" she asked.
"You are my hero," you sighed, "They'll be here tomorrow."
"See you later, babe," she winked, closing her door.
"God, she's amazing," you accidentally said aloud.
You quickly went back to your apartment.
Your parents requested you meet them at a small diner for brunch.
You picked up Natasha and drove over.
You entered, seeing your parents already sitting.
Natasha grasped your hand in hers as you walked over.
"Oh, is this one of your friends?" your mother asked as you approached.
"No, this is my girlfriend, Natasha," you smiled, "Nat, this is my mother and father."
"We've been together for a year," she gushed.
That was how long you had been neighbors.
You found it funny and let out a little chuckle.
Your parents merely gawked as you both sat across from them.
Nat moved her chair close so that your legs were touching and laid her head on your shoulder.
"Y/N, please tell me this is one of your jokes," you mother moaned.
"Why would I be joking?" you asked.
"This phase is supposed to be over with already!" she stated.
"It's not a phase!" you argued.
Your parents stood, slamming their hands on the table.
"We want nothing to do with you from now on. You are no longer family," Your father stated.
Your mother raised her hand, as if to slap you.
Nat stood so fast and caught her hand, you had barely noticed she moved.
"If you even try to lay a hand on Y/N, I'll kill you," she threatened.
Your parents stormed out and you looked at Nat.
"You're the actual best," You smiled.
"Hungry, babe?" She asked, picking up a menu, "I'll pay. After all, it's our first date."
"I- What?" you stammered, caught off guard.
"I like you, you like me. We're here at brunch, so why not?" she shrugged.
You laughed.
"You are fucking amazing."
