Does Nat ever take her mediocre gf to an Avengers party or does she not want her to meet her colleagues? 😂
LMAO ok so i think reader actually likes to text with the avengers, totally harmless "hows nat today" or "whens nat coming back" but refuses to tell nat anything about it just to drive nat up a wall so yeah shed def go to an avengers party w nat
notes: this is just a little pre-party primping:)
Nat's been tired lately, coming home late and exhausted and sprawling over you just to feel you squirm. But work's work, and tonight it just so happens that work means a black-tie dress code party. This means that she's dragging you along with her because she refuses to suffer alone.
Tony's ordered limos for everyone. Ludicrous, because who the hell does that. Billionaires, Nat tells you dryly when you bring it up. You point out that she's upper class too.
"I'm fiscally responsible," is her response.
"Stingy, you mean," is yours.
She does not dignify that with a response. Instead, she shuts the closet door on you and flips the lights off while you're in there.
"Mad 'cause you lost the argument," you call out after her.
"Can't hear you," comes her faraway voice. You assume she's gone into the bathroom to get changed.
You pull on your fanciest lingerie -- you never know with Nat's libido -- and pick out your outfit. You're nearly done with the getup when Nat swings the door open and sweeps out, looking gorgeous and above it all. You stare.
Nat gives you a passing glance and glides past you to the floor-length mirror, delicately sweeping a strand of hair away from her face. Her gown dips low on her back, skin creamy and smooth aside from a few raised scars you know well. Her ears are ringed with expensive golden hoops and studs. Her hair is loose for now, but she's squinting at it, lifting it this way and that, combing it out.
You reach out for her, grabby hands, whiny.
Nat sighs, and her eyes flicker to you, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her painted lips. "Don't be clingy. We don't have the time for it."
"What if you stepped on me," you mutter, dumping your face into her shoulder and snagging her by the waist.
Nat scoffs. "Maybe after."
"What if we had a private party?"
"A stepping on you party?" she says dryly.
You shrug, peppering kisses along the column of her neck. "Sure. I'm down."
"You know, normal people just say: oh, you're so pretty, baby."
You tuck your smile into the slope of her shoulder. "Oh, you're so pretty, baby."
Nat turns her head, nosing at your cheek, coaxing your face towards hers. "Thanks," she murmurs, lips brushing over yours. "And I can't wait to step on you tonight."
You snort, grinning widely. "You know, normal people-"
"I think that you're literally insane and that I have four lifetimes worth of issues," she says, nudging you away from her so she can pull her hair into a bun. "But I guess you look nice."
You pretend to wipe a tear from your eye. "No one's ever said that to me before, baby. You really mean that?"
"No," she deadpans, "now piss off before I put my hands on you in an unsexy way."
"That's impossible."
Nat's eyes flicker to yours in the mirror, eyebrow raised. You smile, making to breeze by her, but you take a pitstop to drop a kiss on her cheek, which she very graciously accepts.
"I'll go pick your shoes for tonight," you call down the hall.
"No!"
You laugh.
New Star Trek headcanon just dropped: Geordi and data regularly hang out in the dark and Geordi sometimes forgets that people need light to see