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SMUT WARNING I REPEAT SMUT WARNING.

"Oh yeah? Well you go and fucking cry about it then. I don't have time for this shit." Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, I watched as she walked towards the door and struggled to open it.

She pulled it with all of her force, but it wouldn't budge. Suddenly she kicks it and pushes it with a loud grunt. "That didn't work out for you did it?" I muttered quietly. Seeing her struggle to open the door made me feel better.

"Shut up. Why isn't it opening?" She asked furiously. "I'm not Jesus Christ, therefore I cannot help you with that question."

"Fucking hell y/n give yourself a break will you? If you're not going to be helpful then keep your mouth shut." Now is not the time to be stuck in a small space with her. I sigh and try to open the door. It literally won't open.

She leans against the wall and glares down at her phone. "Call someone." I order, sitting back down on the edge of the bathtub.

She glared back up at me blankly with her mouth slightly open. "Are you stupid? What the fuck do you think I'm doing? I'm not just holding onto my phone for a laugh whilst I stand here for the rest of the night stuck in this fucking bathroom with you!" She takes everything so personal.

I just ignore her and sit there impatiently. She sits on the floor and places her phone down with a little too much aggression for no reason.

"Did you not get an answer?" I questioned quietly. "No y/n, I didn't. Obviously, because were still trapped in here." She says dryly.

I watch as she got up again and tried pushing the door. "Natasha you're going to break it-" I warn. She doesn't listen to me though, and instead she continues to kick it. There was now a large dent in it. If she kicks it one more time then there will be a hole there.

"Ok- stop-" I whined, pulling her away. "Don't touch me." She replies, pushing my arms away aggressively. "Well I don't think Tony would be happy if he saw that there was a hole in the bathroom door." I tried explaining to her.

"I don't care about what you think."

I sit down again and just accept the fact that I'm going to get shouted at for everything I do for god knows how much longer were in here for.

"TONY, CLINT, THOR, BRUCE, STEVE GET UP HERE AND OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!" She screams, banging on it again.

"Nat give it a break they can't hear you." I say calmly. She snaps her head back at me and furrows her brows.

"At least I'm actually doing something."

"What am I supposed to do? You've called and texted them so all we can do is wait." I inform, crossing my arms. She gets closer to me and points her finger all in my face.

"This is the last place I wanna be right now. I don't care about Tony's ugly little door, I physically feel sick when I hear your voice." Well someone isn't a fan of me today. I don't even know what I've really done.

"Why are you even angry at me?" I question. "Is playing dumb what we're doing now? You know I've had a long day yet you keep pissing me off as if it doesn't fucking bother me. This is all your fault."

I just furrow my brows at her with confusion. Maybe I was nagging her just a little bit. I accidentally flirted with, according to Natasha, 'everyone in the compound'. Which is completely absurd.

I also accidentally teased her last night. For once she let me make her feel good, but I didn't let her finish. I left her breathless and sweaty, as I innocently got off of her and said: "I'm gonna go for a shower." Yeah, her face said it all. She tried following me with confusion, but I closed the door on her. So being Natasha, she didn't speak to me for the rest of the night because of it. I didn't even get a 'good night'

Anyway, obviously not finishing her off made her extremely grumpy this morning. I said hi to her and everything, even gave her a little kiss. But no. She pushed me away, practically on the floor, and slammed the door shut as she left.

Basically she had enough of my shit, which is why she dragged me in this bathroom in the first place. Because apparently she didn't enjoy the way I was teasing her by rubbing her thigh, whilst also 'flirting' with Maria.

I snap back into reality and furrow my brows. "What? How is this my fault? I don't have 'door-locking' powers, if anything, it's your fault." I mutter, shaking my head.

"Oh- my fault?" She chuckled dryly. "Yes, yours." I answer bravely. "How the fuck is this my fault?" She simply will not take the blame for anything.

"You fucking dragged me into here you fucking dip shit! Did you forget that part or something? Stupid bitch." I say with fury. I could practically feel the aggressive heat radiating from her. She was definitely fighting the urge not to murder me.

"Don't speak to me like that." She finally answers, with quite a blank tone. "Or what? Do you not like it when I tell you the truth? Dumb bitch."

"Y/n." She warns, looking at me disapprovingly. I just smirk at her, knowing how pissed she was right now. She literally hates it when anyone speaks to her like that.

"Slow ass fucking bird-brain-" I should've stopped with the first thing, but I do enjoy digging myself into a deeper hole. I was suddenly pushed so that I was lying in the bathtub.

"Fucking hell- you don't have to sit on me-" I groaned, feeling a little stiff from being absolutely thrusted into the bathtub.

"You don't have to open your big ass mouth, yet, you still do." She has a point. "If you're not gonna sit on my face then can you please get the fuck off of me-"

She tilts her head and stares at me as if I had just cooked her cat in the oven or something. Now is not the time to be fucking...or maybe it is...

"Hm, no." She replies simply. I just sigh and shake my head. I grab onto her shoulders and pin her down harshly, quickly sitting on her stomach like she was doing to me.

"Get the fuck off!" She shouts. "I did ask you nicely to get off of me. And you didn't listen to me. So, no." I smirk.

"Jesus Christ y/n-" she starts, placing a hand on her head. "You have some nerve today don't you?" She added with annoyance.

"Mhm, I wonder who's fault that is?" I laughed. She grabs onto my shoulders, about to drag me off of her and switch our positions again, but I was quick to push her down again.

"Get. Off." She says sternly, yanking my arms away form her shoulder. "Only if you ask nicely." I say to her.

She laughed at me, and all of a sudden I'm being pushed down again as her body leant on top of mine. "You don't tell me what to do." She says cockily.

"Well you don't get to tell me what to do either-" I replied blankly.

"Well I think I do. And I think the both of us know that, don't you think?" If Natasha isn't in control shell go mental, off the rails. One time during her missions her earpiece wasn't working, she got so pissed at the fact that she couldn't control it that she yanked it out and started shooting it with her pistol. Crazy bitch.

"No, I don't actually. You say I have bad mannerism, well you should see yourself." I tell her trying to push her off again. She's obviously too strong though.

"Natasha get off of me-" I whined with annoyance. All she did was tighten her grip on my shoulders. "Like I said, you don't tell me what to do."

I rolled my eyes at her and lied there in defeat. I then glared up at her blankly. Literally why is she staring into my soul? It's as if she's trying to X-ray vision herself through my skin or something.

"What are you looking at?" I question, furrowing my brows.

"Not much." She replied, letting go of my shoulders and sitting upright.

"CLINT TONY STEVE BRUCE WANDA VISION HELP HEL-" I screamed. Before I could carry on with my chants, she slaps her hand over my mouth.

I tried speaking again, maybe scream for help, but her hand just tightened over my mouth. "Shut up godamn it-" she sighs.

"God I'm so sick of your voice running, thinking you can say whatever you want to me. Fucking slut-" she went on, complaining as if she's perfect.

"Well if you think you're so smart, which you're fucking not, why don't you find a solution for it huh?" I replied cockily.

She shook her head and almost laughed at me. "You want me to shut your mouth is that it?" She questioned.

"No, but it's obviously what you want." I mumbled quietly. "Well you fucking suggested it-" she argued.

"Cause you were fucking whining about it you suppressing bitch!" I shout in her face. Suddenly her thigh was positioned between my legs. Oh fuck I'm about to shut up.

"Don't shout at me." She says sternly. "Ill shout all I want you miserable cunt!" I shout again.

"Right, that's it. You'll be fucking shouting when I'm done with you-" she then starts stripping off my clothes as her knee inches closer to my heat.

"Go on then, I'd like to see you try-" I snapped back at her. I've most positively pushed her limits. One more word and she will be shaking with rage. I'm too big for my godamn boots.

She suddenly pinched my nipples, causing me to moan out of pleasure. As she was doing that, she rips off my jeans and pulls down my underwear.

She chuckles as she traces her cold fingers through my folds, causing me to groan a little. "Jesus, you're soaked-" she laughed, gently applying pressure to my clit.

"Nat please-" I whined at her as she continued to tease me. "Does it turn you on y/n? Being treated like a stupid fucking bitch hm?"

I moaned loudly as she picked up the pace over my clit. "Nat- quit that- please-" I begged.

She chuckled at me as her fingers slowly dipped into my core. I grabbed onto her arm for stability as she started pumping her digits into me quickly.

"Oh fuck-" I practically cried. "You like that hm?" All I could do in reply was shut my eyes closed tight as she dipped deeper and deeper.

Her other hand went back and pressed on my clit again. "Tasha im close-" I whimpered, moaning like crazy.

"Did I ask?" If she keeps acting like this then im going to give up. My thighs twitched as she hit the spot, causing my moans to louden.

"Nat, please-"

"Is that the best you can do hm?" She chuckles as she slowed down a little, which just sent me over the edge.

"Im gonna cum nat, please let me-" i cried as a tear reluctantly rolled down my cheek. She smirks down at me as she pulls her fingers out.

I frowned as I tried to catch my breath. "What the fuck-" I groaned sadly. "Nat why'd you stop-" I went on.

"I didn't feel like you deserved it, you've been a bad girl all week." She told me sternly. I've had it. I'm so done right now.

"Are you kidding? Nat please, you can't just do that to me-" I went on desperately.

She smiles as she wiped the tear away from my cheek. "So pretty when you cry, such a shame you're a needy whore hm?"

I started groaning as she pulled me up and propped me up on her thigh. "If you want me so bad then why don't you use me to make yourself feel good huh?" She husked, slowly grabbing my hips and grinding me against her.

I moaned desperately as I grind myself against her. "There you go, Jesus you look so hot right now-" she praised as she moved her hands down to my thighs.

"Nat I'm close-" I whispered as my head leant against her shoulder as I tiredly slowed down my pace. "Come on, don't slow down-" she told me, grabbing me by the hips and guiding me again.

I groaned at the growing neediness in the pit of my stomach. "I can't take it anymore-" i panted.

"Please can I cum-"

She went quiet for a moment, which felt like forever. "Go on then beautiful, cum for me-"

I stopped what I was doing and nearly screamed out her name as I came undone. I lazily leant my body against hers as I started calming down a little.

She wrapped her arms around me and swayed me a little. "Come on, let's get you changed ok? We can shower when we get home-" she told me softly as she helped me dress myself.

"Nat I'm too tired-" I mumbled as she was pulling up my jeans. "It's funny you say that when you can usually go for five rounds without stopping-" she teased.

I whined at her as she pulled my shirt over my head. "I know bug, I know you're tired-" she sighed as she held me close for a second and kissed me on the head.

Suddenly the door swung open, revealing a confused looking Bucky. "Oh thank god-" Natasha mumbled as she helped me out the tub and held onto my hand tightly.

All I have to say is thank god Natasha worse a dress, and thank god for Bucky for opening that god damn door.

"We're going home, its been a long night-" Natasha told him simply as she pulled me out the room, leaving Bucky a little confused, standing by the door.

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a/n:

hello to all u ugly skanks how u all doing

today I spent £200 on coke. So Um yeah Monday is going to be a fun night for me.

Oh my god I'm watching black widow and the end credits is on kill me now. X

-mim