Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

carefully hidden - natasha romanoff

You giggled quietly as Natasha pinned you against the wall in the kitchen at the Avengers compound.

She kissed you fervently, groaning a little when you wrapped your legs around her waist, allowing her to hold you up.

The pressure of her fingertips pressing into your thighs made you smile as you pulled away to rest your head on Natasha's shoulder, pressing one last kiss to her jaw.

"I missed you so much baby." She sighed, hugging you closer to her.

It was currently almost midnight and everybody else was in their rooms after returning from a stressful, intricate mission which had lasted for almost a 2 weeks.

The whole team was involved, meaning that you'd seen Natasha every single day, as usual - so technically, she had no reason to miss you, right?
Wrong.

You were Tony's little sister and, playing the role of the overprotective big brother, he'd made damn certain that everybody in the tower knew you were off limits. But you couldn't help yourself, and neither could Natasha, you were in love with each other.

Your relationship was carefully hidden, of course. Tony would probably try to kill Natasha if he knew.

So during the mission, even though you were constantly around your girlfriend, you were never able to interact with her much, for fear of being found out.

It was your idea of hell.

"I missed you, too," you murmured, still smiling.

You were about to lean up and kiss Natasha again, but a quiet shuffling sound distracted you. You tilted your head, listening intently.

Footsteps. Someone was approaching the kitchen and you had about three seconds before they walked in and caught you red handed.

"Shit, shit, shit," you hissed, scrambling ungracefully out of Natasha's arms.

In an attempt to seem normal, you quickly opened the fridge and pretended to be looking for a snack, while Natasha reached across to grab a bag of candy.

You inhaled sharply as Tony (out of all people) stepped into the room, suspicion immediately evident on his face. He glanced at you, raising an eyebrow.

"What are you doing up? And why are you with the double agent?"

You rolled your eyes at Tony's old nickname for Natasha, trying to inject as much sarcasm as possible into your voice as you answered.

"Quit calling her that, dumbass. And we just happened to walk in at the same time, why else would we both be here?"

Tony grumbled something under his breath before pouring himself a cup of coffee and heading out of the kitchen again, no doubt to spend the entire night in his lab.

Once you were sure that he wasn't coming back, you breathed a long sigh of relief and slammed the fridge door shut.

Natasha discarded the bag of candy and smirked as you walked back over to where she was standing.

"That was close. We've gotta be more careful," you mumbled, before wrapping your arms around Natasha's neck.

She smirked and snaked her right arm around your waist.

"My room, then?" she asked, tilting her head down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"You don't have to ask me twice."