NATASHA ROMANOFF IMAGINES

Rain

The gentle rain soaked your clothes and hair as you ran, soft grass cushioning your feet. "I got you!" Natasha exclaimed, grabbing you from behind and lifting you off the ground. Between your laughing and the running you had just done it was hard to catch your breath.

"Alright, you win." You gave in and turned to look Natasha in the eye when she placed you down, admiring your beauty. You stood together in the downpour for a moment just taking in the other's presence.

It didn't matter that water was dripping off your face, life couldn't be better. Slowly, Natasha raised a hand to brush a strand of hair from your cheek, a smile painted on her oh so handsome face. "Shall we?" She asked, reaching that same hand out for you to grab.

Without a word you did as she was indicating for you to do. With her other hand, she moved your free one to rest on her shoulder and grabbed your waist, swaying into a waltz. You bathed in the light of the moon, joking with each other and dancing.

The rain didn't stop, though it did soften. some time passed, you didn't know how long it had been, the both of you had been so absorbed with the other that time had seemed a completely irrelevant factor.

But finally, you slowed your dance until eventually the two of you stood completely still, staring into each other's eyes, your arms wrapped around her neck, her arms wrapped around your waist.

"You look absolutely stunning, my dear." She whispered, closing her eyes and resting her forehead on your own. "As do you." You replied, shutting your eyes as well.