Natasha Romanoff OneShots

quicksand - NR

Stark!reader
short one, i'm sorry!

word count: 1.5k

Throughout your life, nothing has been consistent. Your dad was never around, constantly bringing in new women every weekend which you couldn't keep track of. From an early age, you learnt to keep yourself entertained. When you were 5, it was colouring and crafts. At 7, it was radio controlled cars. But at 12 years old, you discovered the piano. Someone had gifted it to your dad, but he never used it. You played everyday, slowly trying to teach yourself how to play.

Fast forward 10 years, you had just been introduced to the avengers. But one particular redhead caught your eye. Natasha Romanoff. Your dad had bought a new facility that he wanted everyone to live in, and he decided that you, now being 22, would live there too. Which meant seeing Nat every single day.

She had left on an undisclosed mission a few weeks ago, meaning you had some time to sort your head out. She drove you insane. And that's putting it lightly. Nat was so light and easy going with everyone she knew, flashing this award-winning smile that instantly lit up any room. She was amazing at giving advice and listened to anyone who needed someone to rant to.

You had been partnered up in training as you were quite similar, so she helped you with your form in sparring and your accuracy when shooting. But you constantly felt intimidated as she was perfect. Her body, her hair, her personality, her laugh. She chatted to you a lot, but you never really thought much of it as she did that with everyone.

But what you didn't know is how she felt about you. You were quiet, not really talking unless directly addressed. A huge contrast to your dad. She was intrigued by you, the mysterious girl. You were the one person she couldn't get a read of. But your quietness just made her more attracted to you. The one person she couldn't get off her mind.

Music was your therapy. You poured your emotions into every song you played, knowing that the music room was so far away from everything else that no one would hear you. Most of your time was spent at the piano, but other times you could slam out a drum solo or shred your fingers on your electric guitar. Whatever emotion you felt, it came out in music.

But no one knew you could play. No one except your dad of course, who funded this rather expensive hobby of yours.

But it all changed very soon.

You had spent the morning training and were now very exhausted. But your head was spinning with thoughts of Nat. You knew you wanted to just suck it up and tell her how you felt, but your lack of people skills caused you to fill with anxiety. So you did what you always did to combat emotions.

Poured your heart out into a song.

Sitting down at the piano, you gently tested the keys, before taking a deep breath and starting to sing.

Meanwhile, Nat had brought her family back to the compound and was currently giving them a tour. They had all made their was around every room, including the kitchen, which Alexei was extremely interested in and Yelena nodded at the wide range of hot sauces on display. Melina was in awe of Tony's lab and Yelena gave the shooting range a quick round of bullets for measure.