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part of this was anonymously requested but I obviously dragged it on cause I'm annoying. X

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"Welcome to my humble abode-" she smiles, throwing her motorcycle keys onto the counter and taking off her jacket.

"Well, you know, it's not exactly mine. Tony stark I was telling you about, he owns it. But, you know, this whole floor is basically mine-" she brags, jumping on the counter and smiling at me.

I've met this woman about an hour ago at a bar. Is it dumb to go to someones house? Yes. One of the most important things I've ever been taught was 'never go home with strangers'

I never listen, of course. But there really is something different about her. She's seriously charming, had me pathetically blushing at a simple greeting, yet so...funny and outgoing. It's hard to find people like that.

Anyway, she promised me dinner, and here we are. Even though it's about midnight right now.

I took my coat off and hung it up next to hers, leaning on the counter next to where she was sat. "It's a big place-" I say, looking around in awe. This guy she's talking about must be dirty rich.

"Mhm. Now sit, I'm going to make you whatever you want-" she hops off the counter and pulls out a stool for me. I smile and sit down.

"So what's on the menu?" I question, raising my brow. If I'm honest, she seems like the type who simply cannot cook to save her life. I'm not judging, but I just feel like she would totally mess it up.

"Me n u?" She jokes. I roll my eyes at her and shake my head. You see, why am I even flustered by that? The joke isn't even funny, yet it's making me cheeks hot and my hands sweat.

"That was bad-" I laugh. "Trust me I know-" she sighs, before laughing.

"Anyway- I can make you anything, you name it." I smirk, and think about it for a second. After god knows how long of just staring at each other, I finally answered.

"How about...lasagna-" I whisper, leaning closer so our faces are only centimetres away. She thinks about it for a second before smirking.

"Lasagna it is!" She exclaims, opening the fridge. I know for a fact that this motherfucker will definitely fuck this up.

"But first, wine?"

"Of course-" I smile. She fills me a glass, and then her own, and just lets out a long sigh. "You don't know how to cook lasagna do you?" I question, watching her stand there confidently.

She furrows her brows at me and scoffs. "What? Lasagna is like the easiest thing in the book-"

She gets out some random pizza sauce, some cheese, pasta, and god knows what the hell that is, but it looks like a dead fucking horse.

She then gets out a tray and just stares at it for god knows how long. "Oh you know what I should do, because I'm a chef? I should heat up the oven-" she says with a wink.

"You probably should, shouldn't you chef?"

She turns on the over and then glared back at the ingredients. "You know what I like about lasagna?" She says, putting some pasta at the bottom of the tray. She's already doing this wrong and it's funny to watch her.

"What's that?" I ask, trying to ignore the fact that she was now opening a tin of tomato's and pouring the whole thing in.

"It's like a sandwich-" she explains, placing another thingy of pasta on top. I'm convinced that it isn't just the wine, and that she seriously doesn't understand the laws of cooking.

"You know, this thing, is like the bread, and then that stuff is like the main thingy, and then the saucy thing is like the sauce, and then the...cheese...is like the...cheese-"

"Except that it's pasta, not bread." I explain, watching her put the horse looking meat into the dish, which might I add was still frozen. Note to self: do not eat that or you will die of salmonella.

I wasn't planning on stopping her though. "Yes. That really is the deal breaker-" she sighs, putting some cheese on top as if it was going to give it an ounce of hope. The lasagna looked sad.

"Voila! Now all that's left is to let it cook-" I felt a little bad because she seemed genuinely proud of the thing she had made.

She sighs and fills her glass up with more wine. "So, are you a chef or something, you seem to know what you're doing?" I smirk, sipping on my wine.

"Haha- no. Can I let you in on a little secret?" I nod my head and she gets over to my ear and whispers: "I'm a spy-"

I laughed at her and kissed her cheek. "You're cute-" I giggle. She furrows her brows at me and places her glass down, crossing her arms as if she were an offended child.

"You don't believe me?" She smirks. The chick who nearly tripped over the sidewalk earlier is trying to convince me she's a spy? I don't think so.

"Nope-" I chuckle. "Okay well what's this then?" She questions, waving my id around. I furrow my brows and snatch it from her.

"That doesn't make you a spy dumbass, you could be a pickpocketer-"

"Oh yeah? Ok well how do I prove to you I'm a spy?" She questions, leaning her head with her hand.

"Can you do a backflip or something cool? I don't know, what do spies do? Can youuu, Uhh can you-"

"I know you work as a barista every Saturday night. I know you have a pet cat that went missing...or maybe it's dead-"

"Hold on a minute- what?!" I question with concern and confusion. "I told you I'm a spy. I saw in your wallet you had your work Id in there, and a picture of your cat-" she explains.

"How did you- how did you know he was missing?" I ask, furrowing my brows.

"I just assumed. You seemed sad when I saw you in that bar. And when you saw the picture of your cat when you were paying for something, you frowned." She shrugs casually.

I raise my brows at her and cross my arms. Maybe she isn't such a goof after all. "I feel like you're going against the whole spy thing by telling me you're a spy-"

"Oh ya- I'm an ex spy or whatever, but I like impressing pretty women. I figured 'im a spy' sounded better than 'oh I'm an avenger super hero blah blah-"

Wow. Who the hell is this woman. "You're a what now?" I ask with shock. "Black widow, pleased to meet you-" she smiles, jokingly holding her hand out for me.

"You're fucking black widow?!" I say with my mouth slightly open. "Did you not know who Tony stark is dumbass? Iron man. Why would I be living in iron man's tower if I was just some random woman-" she chuckles.

Now I see how the name is familiar. "Holy shit-" I say quietly to myself. "Wait- does it change how you look at me? I'm sorry if I scared you-" she says nervously.

"Of course not, it's fucking amazing what you do- I'm just- wow-"

She smiles at me and furrows her brows at the oven. "I think the sandwich is burning-" she mutters, opening the oven and pulling it out. The whole kitchen stank, and the 'lasagna" looked worse than it did previously.

"That doesn't look pretty-" I say staring at it with a frown. She sighs, picks up a plate and flips it over. "This is the moment of truth-"

She picks up the dish, and the lasagna literally just flops down. That's definitely not lasagna. She gets out two forks and glared at the lasagna with confusion.

"Um- what the fuck did I even do wrong."

I put my fork down and smirk. "If you eat that you'll get salmonella." I tell her. She completely ignores me and takes a bite out of it. She's unhinged, I'm scared.

"Nat, spit it out-" I tell her. It was clear that it was disgusting, but she still ate it. "Why is it chewy-" she mumbled, grabbing a napkin and spitting it out.

She made a noise and wiped her tongue. "Don't eat that, it's not nice-" she says pulling a face, and throwing the napkin away.

"I did warn you-" I chuckle. "I'll give it to Thor, he'll eat it-" she says quietly, placing it in the fridge. I don't think any one's going to want to eat that. Not even a dog would eat that.

She filled our glasses up again and sighed. The room dropped silent for a moment. "Pizza?" She questions. I eagerly nod my head, and she picks up her phone.

"Can I ask you something?" She trails off, placing her phone back on the counter once she was done. "Fire away."

"Are you single?" If I were taken, why the hell would I be in your apartment dumbass. And if I was taken, I would totally drop them for her. Not to be dramatic.

"Yes, I'm single." I giggle, sipping on my wine. She hums at me and nods her head. "Wanna be my girlfriend?" I practically chocked on my wine for a second. Really went from lasagna to relationship. Next we'll be married.

"Too soon? Or are you not into women?" She chuckles, slapping herself in the face. "No, I like women." I clarify.

"Ok good, it's just that I got a little worried then, I picked up on your gay vibes, so I'm glad I got that right." She is literally a walking gay flag.

"You want me to be your girlfriend?" I ask a little shocked. Surely she has thousands of women drooling over her, why the fuck would she want some rando like me.

"Yes, unless you sleep with socks on, otherwise I don't want you." She giggles. I shake my head at her and smile. "I don't sleep with socks on."

"Guess you're my girlfriend then, yeh?" She says as if it was a fact, walking towards the door and grabbing our pizzas.

She slams the godamn box onto the counter and raised a brow at me. "I only just met you." I say to her.

"Sure, but I'm such a good girlfriend-" she brags, taking a bite of pizza hungrily. "I'm supposed to take your word for it?"

"Mhm. If you were mine, I would buy you whatever you want, I could buy you lasagna. If you were mine, I would do anything to make you happy. I'd treat you right. " She trails off. Doesn't sound too bad if you ask me.

"You wanna know what the dealbreaker for me is though?" I smirk at her. She swallows her food and pauses, "what?"

"You can't cook lasagna."

"Oh I can cook lasagna! That meat was just off-" she states. Sure, blame it on the meat. I grab a napkin and start wiping the side of her face. She's really a messy eater.

"What are you doing?" She whined, trying to pull my arm away. "Quit moving, you have sauce all over your face-" I tell her, continuing to wipe her face.

She sat still and stared at me lovingly. "What?" I question, placing the napkin down. She just smiles, shakes her head, and looks me in the eye again. "You're just really pretty."

I shake my head and roll my eyes. "Surely you're taken-" she scoffs. I shake my head again and sigh. "Nope."

"How?! Literally be my girlfriend, you're perfect." Jesus Christ shes quick. She doesn't even know my full name, yet she's making me want to take hers.

"Stop, you don't know anything about me." I tell her. "Ok, tell me." I sigh and went quiet for a moment. My life is so dull, what do I even tell her.

"What do you wanna know?"

"What's your favourite colour?" She asks with all seriousness. I furrow my brows at her with confusion. She's so unpredictable.

"What? I wanna know so I can buy you things-" she smirks at me. I'm about to cave for this woman if she doesn't stop.

"Green I guess?" I shrug. She nods. "What do you do?" Wow, a normal question, how nice. "Well as you know, I'm a barista on weekends. But on weekdays I work at a gallery." I tell her.

"Nice, do you draw or..."

"Yeah, I sell a lot of my work, nothing really too interesting about it though." I shrug. "That's awesome, I'd love to see them sometime-" it's nice listening to someone genuinely care. It feels weird.

"Do you draw a lot?"

"I paint. I mostly just do it a lot in my spare time-"

"Cool, you should paint me sometime, we could re create that scene in the titanic, where she's naked and-"

She paused and stopped talking. "You know which one I'm talking about?" She questions. "Yeah, I do-" I chuckled.

"Do you have any hobbies, besides being an avenger?" She thinks about it for barely a second. "I like to dance, ballet mostly. I work out a lot."

"You dance? Wow, never saw you as that type-" I giggled. She sighs and smiles at her hands. "Mhm, kinda nice to dance and just forget about everything, you know?"

I nod my head at her in reply. "Can I be your girlfriend yet, or are we playing more twenty questions?" She asks me eagerly.

I can't believe she's actually serious about this. "You don't want me to be your girlfriend-" I laugh.

"Fine, what's your favourite animal?"

"I'm not answering that-" I laugh, even though she was being serious. "What? You want me to ask you what kind of porn you watch or something?" She jokes.

I raise my brows at her. "I like zebras." I reply. "I'm annoying, why would you wanna date me?" I add.

"Because you're a nice person!" She exclaims enthusiastically as she throws the empty pizza box away. "My librarian is also a nice person, I don't want to date her." I chuckle.

"So, you read?" I roll my eyes at her. I don't think she's going to stop till I say yes to her. I want to say yes, of course, it just feels so odd saying yes so soon.

"Yep-"

"What do you read?"

"Literature, I don't like romance though-"

She nods and hums. "So you're a smart girl." She says before taking a sip of her wine. "No, I just read." I clarify.

"I like smart girls." Her face was unbelievable close to mine now, so close I could smell, even taste the wine from her lips. Oh god.

"I like deadly assasins-" I smirk.

And before I even knew it, our lips were attached. She kisses so lovingly, really knows how to do it well too. It's just like every touch is so mesmerising, it makes me feel like I need her even more.

We pull away, our faces still unbelievably close. She licks her lips, and then smiles at me widely. Even her smile is just so precious. Why the fuck am I falling in love with someone I just met, that's crazy.

"And she's a good kisser too-" she finally moves her face away and crosses her arms. "You've got it all." She added.

"You're beautiful, and amazing, and sweet, literally why would you want to go out with some random person like me?"

"Because. Because I like you. You're real, you don't pretend. I like that. I like someone who's genuine, and has a nice smile. I know you're a good person."

Little does she know I take part in many homicides, and could stab her at any moment. I'm kidding. But I could be. But I'm obviously not.

"Your face is blushing." She giggles, placing a hand on my cheek. God, why does she make me feel so flustered. I can barely talk.

"It's your fault, you...goon."

"So will you? Will you be my girlfriend?"

I gave it a minute of thought. What could possibly happen?

"Sure." I finally cave in with a smile.

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have this shitty nonsense while I fix up a smut chapter. I might write a pt2 to this cause I think it's cute. sorry loves been absolutely busy recently, hope you're all fine. I got my hair cut today, I'm not happy. I always get my curtain bangs trimmed, but this god forsaken bitch cut them way too short so I look like I have bangs, hoes mad. It's fine though. Lalalalallala bye

also look at this goofy ass picture my friend drew of Nat. Yes i was watching the conjuring btw thanks for asking bitch.

-mim