"Sam?"
"No,"
"Bucky?"
"Also no,"
"Me?"
"Just when I thought your ego couldn't get any bigger, no,"
"Ugh, fine. Is it Steve?"
"Dumbasses,"
Sighing, Carol and Wanda looked at each other in defeat; they were not going to crack you tonight.
"Alright, new subject then," Peter interjected, taking a sip of his root beer. Despite his age, you found that he fit in well with you Wanda, and Carol. The four of you made quite an interesting friend group.
"I overheard Mr. Stark talking about how Mr. Fury made Natasha train a bunch of new SHIELD agents and she made a lot of them cry,"
You gripped the pillow tighter, picturing her losing it and yelling. The thought started to make smoke come out of your hands, hence why you were gripping the pillow tighter in an attempt to hide it.
Unfortunately, your attempt was unsuccessful.
"Y/N what the hell are you doing?" Carol asked, noticing the smoke rising.
You let go of the pillow, then balled your fists to try to stop the smoke.
"What's going on?" Wanda asked softly. When you first joined the Avengers, she was the one who helped you learn all about your powers and how to control them. She knew you lost control sometimes, so she placed a gentle hand on your back, which nearly burned her.
"Wait a minute," Carol said, connecting the dots. "It's Nat, isn't it?"
"No!" You lied, feeling the smoke starting to rise from your palms again.
"It is!" Peter said with a grin.
You sighed, hiding your face in the scorched pillow.
"Don't be shy, Y/N," Carol said, smiling at you. "It's sweet,"
"It's pathetic, and never gonna happen!" You protested, not peeking out from the pillow.
"I beg to differ," Peter stated proudly.
"Me too," Wanda said.
"This is gonna be a thing now, isn't it?" You said with a groan.
Peter thought for a minute, thinking about your superhero name and Natasha's.
"Operation Fire Widow," he said.
Wanda and Carol nodded in agreement.
Yep, this was definitely going to be a thing now.
-
The next morning, you woke up to a loud knock at your bedroom door.
"What is it?" You groaned, rolling over.
"Us!" Wanda yelled back.
You let out a deep breath, there was no getting out of this one.
"Come in!"
The door opened, and Wanda, Carol, and Peter all walked in and sat on your bed. Peter was holding a piece of paper with a bullet list on it.
"What is this?" You asked, rolling your eyes at them.
"Operation Fire Widow!" Peter replied with a bright smile.
"Oh what the hell?" You said, giving in. "Tell me about the operation,"
The three of them surrounded you, holding the piece of paper up.
"We've created a three-arc plan," Carol started. "Part one starts today; we're gonna get you and Nat in the living room at the same time, alone. Then we're gonna take away all the blankets, and turn the air on really high so it gets freezing. Because of your powers, you'll be fine and be really warm, so then she'll want to cuddle you to warm up,"
"Oh come on, you guys aren't gonna actually freeze the room, right?" You replied, slightly concerned.
All three of them looked dead serious.
You let out a long sigh,
"Look, you're not gonna actually do something like that. I'm open to some things you guys could plan, but this is taking it too far,"
Carol rolled her eyes, then snatched the paper back.
"I'm going downstairs now," you told them.
"Good, 'cause Natasha's down there!" Wanda called as you exited your room, earning an eye roll in response.
She was right, Natasha was sitting at the table eating breakfast.
"Hi," you told her. She waved in response, giving a small smile.
Unfortunately, she stood up as soon as you sat down.
"Where are you going?" You asked.
"I need to reheat this," she replied, holding her plate up.
"Wait!" You said, stopping her. "I could do it! It'll be faster!"
You immediately regretted it as soon as you said it. She raised an eyebrow at you, then shrugged. She handed you the plate without another word.
Taking in a deep breath, you knew you couldn't mess this up. You closed your eyes, then slowly began to heat up the plate.
Once you finished, you handed it back to her and smiled triumphantly.
She hesitantly grabbed her fork and took a bite out of it, then looked at you with a shocked expression.
"It's a little warmer than I was expecting, but it's better than how it was before. Thanks,"
You smiled at her for a few awkward second before backing away.
You ended up backing into the counter, your hands smoking as a jump response.
"Shit!" You cursed, closing your fists whilst trying to ignore the growing pain in your lower back.
"Are you okay?" Natasha asked, standing up immediately.
You gave her a thumbs up, forcing a smile.
"I'm good, I, gotta go, I-"
With that, you ran out of the kitchen before spending the next few days trying to forget the incident.
-
"Alright, you've done enough sulking," Carol said as she barged into your room without even bothering to knock. "It's time to talk to her again,"
"What? More operation Fire Widow?" You asked in a mocking tone.
Carol rolled her eyes.
"You guys are just like Kara and Lena, you'll either be the greatest couple of all time or the worst queerbait ever. In your case, it would be because you're too afraid to admit your feelings to her,"
You sighed. Of course your best friend would use one of your favorite ships to pressure you.
"Talk to her at Tony's party tonight, okay?"
"Fine,"
"Good. Wanda and Peter have already agreed to help you get ready,"
You couldn't help but smile at all their efforts to help you with the woman you were hopelessly crushing on.
Carol returned your smile, then exited your room.
A few hours later, as promised, Wanda and Peter (who was surprisingly good at doing makeup) arrived.
Wanda had come over with a few different outfits for you to try on, while Peter already sat behind you and started doing your hair.
Whilst he was experimenting with a bunch of different styles, Wanda held two outfits up, then held one over your chest.
It was a sparkly purple dress. She pulled it away and held the other in it's place.
This one was a dark red suit. Wanda's eyebrows raised, then she set it down before holding one last outfit up.
"That one," you said. It was darker with some sparkles on it, just enough to make your eyes shine.
After putting the outfit on, Peter added the final touches to your hair.
He then turned you around to face him, carefully putting some makeup on your face. He sat up a little straighter, leaning in to make sure he got it right.
"Perfect," he said after a few minutes.
Wanda gently grabbed your wrist as you stood up, leading you to the bathroom so you could look at yourself in the mirror.
"Is that one of the steps in your little operation?" You asked Peter with a smile.
"Maybe,"
"You look beautiful," Wanda told you, grinning widely.
"Thanks," you replied, returning her grin.
Just as you were about to say something else to them, your bedroom door opened once again as Carol walked in.
"Wow, Y/N..." she said, looking you up and down. She smirked at both Wanda and Peter, then back to you. "Go get your girl."
-
The music was loud, there were people surrounding every side of you. It was honestly overwhelming if you were being honest.
You eyes scanned the room, looking for Natasha, but you couldn't make anything out in the crowd of people.
"Sorry," you muttered, making your way through all the people.
Being in the middle of the crowd was doing you no good for finding Natasha, and you hated being surrounded by people like that anyway.
So you walked away from the dance floor, and made your way to the drinks.
You couldn't help but sigh as you took the drink. Your friends had gone through all this effort for you, and you hadn't seen her at all.
As you held the glass in your hand, the liquid inside began to bubble. You frowned, realizing that you were involuntarily using your powers.
You took a deep breath, then closed your eyes.
In 1...2...3...4...
Hold 1...2...3...4...
Out 1...2...3...4...
Hold 1...2...3...4...
You repeated this pattern a few times until you could feel yourself calming down.
You opened your eyes, and sure enough, your drink had stopped boiling.
You began to head for the hallway when the familiar red hair swept into your vision.
"Nat!" You called.
She swept around to face you, her lips immediately curling into a smile.
"Y/N, there you are! You look amazing, by the way,"
"Thanks! You look amazing too!" You replied, hoping she couldn't see the red in your cheeks as you blushed.
As you took the last swallow of your drink, she stepped closer to you.
"I'm probably gonna leave soon, I'm not really in the mood for a party." She said. "But, before I do, wanna dance?"
You nodded, taking in a deep breath, hoping she wouldn't notice.
She smiled, then grabbed your hand as she led you to the dance floor.
For a few moments, the two of you stole glances at each other while moving your body along to the song. It was going fine.
Until it wasn't.
A slow song started playing.
You were about to suggest to leave the dance floor when she shrugged, then wrapped her arms around you.
Natasha was touching you. Her hands were on your shoulders as she pulled you closer to her. She was actually dancing with you.
You let out a shaky breath before placing your hands on her waist.
As you stared into her eyes, all you wanted to do was close the gap in between you and kiss her right then and there.
However, the nerves in your stomach were stopping you. As much as you tried to stop it by slowing your breaths, you felt the anxiety getting worse.
"Ow!" She said suddenly, pulling away from you.
You gasped, realizing that you had once again used your powers without meaning to. This time, Natasha got hurt from it.
"I'm sorry," was all you managed to get out before dashing away from her, and out of the building.
Natasha watched you run out, her mouth hanging open, dumbfounded.
She wasn't mad. Disappointed, yes. But not because you hurt her. She knew you had pyrokinesis, something must have trigged your powers. She was mostly disappointed because of how you left her.
The burn barely even stung anymore.
She walked off the dance floor, attempting to follow you.
While Natasha was unsuccessful at finding you, she was lucky enough to find one of your best friends.
"Peter!" She called, walking up to him.
"Hi Ms Romanoff," he replied, grinning.
"I've been over this with you, call me Natasha or Nat."
"Right, sorry, Nat,"
"It's fine, I wanted to talk to you about Y/N anyways,"
"What about her?"
As soon as your name was mentioned, he tensed up. Had things not gone well between you and Natasha?
"She ran out on me," she told him. "We were on the dance floor, and something set her powers off 'cause she burned me. She apologized, then just ran off without another word,"
"Oh no..." he replied, frowning.
"Do you know why her powers could've been acting up? Is something going on that's causing that?" She asked.
"No-" he replied too quickly.
Natasha caught onto this.
"Peter... what's going on?"
She took a step closer to him, narrowing her eyes.
He gulped, looking to the floor.
"I told you, Ms. Romanoff, nothing's happening,"
She took another step closer.
"If you don't tell me right now..."
"She likes you-" he got out just as she was leaning in again.
"What?" She asked, finally stepping away.
"Oh god, she's gonna kill me now."
"What do you mean she likes me?"
"Nothing, I-I gotta go-"
Just as he was about to run off, she grabbed his wrist.
"Oh no you're not. Sit down. You're going to tell me everything."
-
The next morning, your heart dropped to your stomach when you got a text from Natasha asking you to meet her in the training room.
You had spent the rest of last night, and a good portion of this morning watching sad episodes of Supergirl.
You closed your laptop right as Lena shouted the words, 'I KILLED MY BROTHER FOR YOU, FOR OUR FRIENDS! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'VE DONE?'
Carol was right about you and Natasha being like Kara and Lena. You could've been one of the greatest pairings ever, but instead you ruined it when you burned her and ran out.
You let out a slow breath, preparing for her to yell at you for hurting her and want nothing to do with you ever again.
You texted her back, saying that you were coming as you finally changed out of your pajamas.
You could already feel your palms heating up as your heartrate increased on the walk. You were trying so hard to stop it, but there was already a little smoke.
When you opened the door to the training room (which you had to do by pushing with the side of your body, since you were worried you could accidentally burn the door with your hands) you tensed up at the sight of her.
She didn't look mad.
In fact, she was smiling at you.
She walked over to you, then started to put a hand on your shoulder, before you backed away abruptly.
"You okay?" She asked gently.
You weren't sure how to respond as you balled your fists, doing whatever you could to get your powers to stop.
"It's okay, and you're okay," she told you, leaning in close. "Take a deep breath with me,"
Had this happened earlier, it would've been embarrassing for Natasha to bring your nerves down like this. But now, it didn't feel embarrassing. In fact, it felt safe.
She made you feel safe.
Once you felt okay, you gave her a small smile. She returned your smile, then took your hands in her own.
You almost tensed up again, but soon felt relaxed as she ran her thumb over your knuckles.
You stared at each other for a few moments of comfortable silence before she leaned in closer.
"So, about your little Operation Fire Widow..."
"Oh my gosh, um- it's not what it sounds like! I promise, it's-"
She brought a finger to your lips, interrupting you.
Your cheeks turned bright red as she moved her finger under your chin so you'd look her in the eyes.
"Y/N, I think you are adorable," she said, smiling. "In fact, I'd really like to take you on a date, if that's alright with you?"
You couldn't believe what she was saying.
Natasha Romanoff, the intimidatingly, scary, spy who could easily kill you in two seconds if she wanted to, liked you back.
Suddenly feeling a surge of confidence, you leaned forward and kissed her.
Your lips fit so perfect on hers as you smiled into the kiss.
She moved her hand around the back of your neck, and moved the other through your hair.
She softly bit your lip, prompting you to allow her entrance. Her tongue explored your mouth as you leaned in even closer to her.
You didn't plan on stopping anytime soon, but unfortunately air soon became an issue.
You were practically gasping for breath by the time you finally disconnected your lips.
She couldn't help but smile at you, reconnecting your hands.
"So I'll take that as a yes, then?"