Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader Secrets

Secrets

Request for Rachel Wolfe
A/N: This reader is a girl. The storyline kinda has to have a girl reader, and it’s easier for me to write.

Secrets are hard, whether it’s a deep and personal secret, the kind that you don’t want anyone to ever know, or a unique secret, the kind that you desperately want to get off your chest but can’t for fear of a bad reaction.
Secrets about one’s sexual orientation can be the most difficult to assess and deal with. After deciding that one is homosexual or bisexual, or anything in-between, one may confidently inform their friends and family of their discovery, or shyly hide it away for fear of rejection.

Such a secret was the one you carried around with you every day. You preferred the attention of females, and you didn’t dare tell your family. Your parents were religious nuts who believed that homosexuality was wrong, and while your siblings weren’t as religious, they didn’t approve of same-sex relationships either.
You considered spilling your secret to your friends, but since you already knew you couldn’t trust your family, you opted to keep your secret to yourself, just in case.

You’d met the Avengers due to your parents having history with Tony’s. Despite their religious differences, the (l/n)s and the Starks were often working together on various technology projects. You’d spent some time with Tony when you were teens, though there weren’t a lot of shared interests between you two. Whenever you were forced to accompany each other while your parents worked, Tony would be working on his own hobby and you’d be reading or playing on your cell phone.
You and Tony had remained friends through the years, from your teens to your adult years. He introduced you to the team one by one, careful not to get you too involved. He knew your secret, and he knew that you had no one to turn to, so he made sure that you had friends in the Avengers, even if he was the only one that knew.
It was a sweet gesture, but it had one downside.
There was one female Avenger, and you’d developed a crush on her.
Go you.

You always had to watch yourself around the redheaded assassin, careful not to say anything stupid or obvious. She could kill the strongest enemy with a single glare – who knows what she’d do to you if your secret got spilled.
You were sitting with the team in the main lounge room, just relaxing and playing games. The Avengers had just defeated a major threat to the planet, and rather than throwing a huge, loud, people-filled party, Tony had opted for a small gathering of the team and their closest friends, which included you and a few SHIELD agents.
Why Tony had agreed to such an arrangement, one would never know. It certainly pleased the crowd, being able to sit and chat with one another without having to shout to be heard over blaring music. There was also a much lower probability of having your drink spilled all over your chest from bumping into someone now that there were fewer someones to bump into.
The lot of you gathered in the main entertainment room, perched or sprawled on various pieces of furniture. You were quietly sipping your (f/drink) as you watched the Avengers mingle.
“Let’s play a game!” a slightly tipsy Tony suggested, plopping down on the couch with a fresh drink in his hand.
“What kind of game?” Natasha inquired cautiously. The billionaire was known for getting his friends into rather intimate situations with his games.
“Truth or Dare!” he shouted. “No, Spin the Bottle! Wait, no! Seven Minutes in Heaven!”
“Which is it, Tony?” Bruce questioned with a soft sigh and a smile. He had grown accustomed to the billionaire’s idea of fun.
“We could combine Spin the Bottle with Seven Minutes in Heaven,” Clint offered.
“Yeah!” Tony nodded excitedly.
You continued sipping your drink, nerves growing by the second. What if you got stuck with Natasha? You’d find out for sure how she felt about you, but if she was straight then you’d be shot down and that might hurt worse than not knowing.
“(y/n) first!” Tony called, passing you an empty beer bottle. Gulping quietly, you set the bottle on the floor and spun it, watching it closely as though it would distract you from its decision.
It slowed before stopping, the neck of the bottle pointing directly at the Black Widow herself.
“Let’s get this over with,” she stated, standing and heading towards the storage closet. You stood on shaky legs and slowly followed, not wanting to appear too nervous.
Once inside, Tony locked the door behind you, sealing you and the redhead in the darkness. You nibbled your lower lip, looking around the closet even though you couldn’t see. You could hear the assassin shifting her position, presumably moving closer to you, but you couldn’t be sure if she was.
“I’m going to ask you one question, and I want you to be completely honest with me,” Natasha stated suddenly. You nodded before realizing that she couldn’t see you.
“Shoot,” you complied.
“Do you have romantic feelings for me?” she questioned. You could feel her stand in front of you, her breath ghosting over your face.
“What would you do if I said I did?” you whispered, unable to will your voice to rise.
“Do you?” she countered.
You took a break before answering, “Yes.”
Soft, plump lips crashed onto yours, catching your off guard. Your eyes shot open before fluttering closed, unable to believe that you hadn’t just fainted in fear and were currently dreaming. Thin but strong hands found your hips to pull you closer, giving you a small boost of confidence. You slowly reached your hands up to find her face. One hand rested shyly on her shoulder while the other rose cautiously to cup her jaw. Her teeth caught your lower lip, causing you to gasp. She smirked before pulling away just enough to rest her forehead against yours.
“Does that mean the feelings are mutual?” you questioned softly, slightly out of breath. She chuckled against your lips before pecking them with her own.
“Yes, it does.”