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.
The family moved along the corridor of unused rooms, chatting and arguing about who had the best gun aim. But Nat quickly shushed them as the approached a supposedly unused room.
Oh, oh, whoa
You stick to me like glue
Oh, it's true I can't get you off my brain
When you came in the room, didn't know what to do
Oh, I melted so fast, it was a sweet rapida
I sunk to the ground, you swept me off my feet
She peered through the glass and saw you sat at the piano, singing your heart out as your eyes were fully focused on your hands as they pressed the black and white keys.
And I'm falling in deeper, can't be saved
No way out, no way out of your quicksand
It's up to my knees, I can't escape
No way out, no way out of your quicksand
But I can breathe underneath (oh, oh, oh)
Take your love, cover me (oh, oh, oh)
Pull me down, pull me down
"Who's that?" Yelena asked, nudging her sister in the ribs. Nat slapped her on the arm, whispering at her to stop talking. Alexei was swaying to the music, and Melina just watched what was happening between her 2 daughters.
After just that time after my eyes got their fix
I lost my mind, now I find that I-I-I'm craving it
I wanna see you again, the way you're looking
And you're so stuck in my head
I think I'm losing it, oh, oh, oohh
All you could think about when you sang this was Natasha. How much you loved her but couldn't tell her.
Nat just stood, fixated on your angelic voice. You had this rich, raspiness to your voice which gave her shivers everytime she heard it. The emotion you put into the lyrics was evident, but Nat couldn't figure out who you were singing about.
I'm falling in deeper, can't be saved
No way out, no way out of your quicksand
It's up to my knees, I can't escape
No way out, no way out of your quicksand
But I can breathe underneath (oh, oh)
Take your love, cover me (oh, oh)
Pull me down, pull me down
You saw movement outside the door, so briefly lifted your head, only to be met with a redhead and a blonde talking to each other outside the door. You knew they could hear you, and as Nat looked up and locked eyes with you, you blushed furiously. But a new wave of confidence flooded through your body, and you kept playing, only now you were fixated on her.
You are wonderful
You've taken all of my heart, yeah, yeah
It was so worth the fall
Don't let go, whoa, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
No way out, no way out
Oh, no way out, no way out of your quicksand
Nat stood frozen to the floor, her eyes widening as you made eye contact. She knew you were singing about her, but it didn't make sense. The girl she had admired secretly for ages was mirroring her feelings. Nat didn't know what to think. Her mind was overwhelmed with the thought that someone would actually love her. That you would love her.
I'm falling in deeper, can't be saved
No way out, no way out of your quicksand
It's up to my knees, I can't escape
No way out, no way out of your quicksand
But I can breathe underneath (oh, oh)
Take your love, cover me, oh (oh, oh)
Pull me down, pull me down, oh, oohh
You were crying as you sang the last line, the final chord echoing throughout the room. But the silence was broken by the sound of the door opening. Nat burst in, tears streaming down her face. You quickly stood up from the piano stool and watched as she ran up to you. Before you could process anything, she crashed her lips onto yours, the kiss tasting of pure lust and also salt. You froze, before kissing her back just as strongly.
You could hear retching sounds coming from behind you, but Nat just stuck up her middle finger, which silenced them instantly. Her hands cupped your face and you wrapped your arms around her neck, your lips moulding together.
You both pulled away for air and just stared at each other, before you giggled slightly, causing Nat to pull you into another bruising kiss. You sighed, feeling the anxieties finally leave your body.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that for" she mumbled against your lips.
"I think I've wanted it for longer" you muttered.
"Wanna bet?"
"Ok ok, we get it. Can you please remove your tongues from each other's throats. This is not how I wanted my first day in the west to go." A strong Russian accent called out, and you turned around to see a blonde girl smirking at you.
"YELENA!" Natasha yelled.
"So I guess this must be Y/N then? The hot one you always talked about?"
"Will you just shut up?" Nat pleaded, glaring daggers at her sister.
"What? She's cute!" Yelena shrugged, teasing her sister. "I'd totally jump her if you didn't get there first."
You blushed hard as Yelena winked at you, before Natasha yelled out her name.
Things just got a whole lot better.
A/N
So sorry these requests are taking so long! I've been sending of uni auditions and it's really scary! Hope this is ok!
And I hope you all had a good christmas, if you celebrate it!