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A/N: This is officially my first request!!! I am so hyped for this oh my gosh! As always, requests are open, as well as my taglists!

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Scientist! Reader Fluff

Warnings: Language, reader is on the verge of burnout 

Words: 876

Requested by: @rooskaya-yelena

Tagging: @rileigh519​, @peggycarter-steverogers​, @xxxtwilightaxelxxx​, @natasha-danvers​, @xixxiixx​, @higherfurther-romanova

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“When are you coming home?” my girlfriend’s worried tone making me wince as I change into my secondary clothes.

“I’m almost done with this, Nat. I’m so close to being done and then-”

She cut you off: “It doesn’t matter, (Y/N), you’ve been working on this for the past two days straight. I haven’t seen you since tuesday. I miss you.”  

I sighed as I finished buttoning my pants up. “I don’t know Nat. I don’t want to go home unless I’ve made a breakthrough. I’m so close.” I told her as I picked up the phone, shoving my other clothes into my duffle bag.

“Fine, I’ll come to you.” She replied with a huff, and then hung up. 

She’ll come to me?

~~

“Hi, I’m here to pick up my exhausted and almost burnt out girlfriend, (F/N), (L/N)?” Natasha said to the clerk.

“Thirteenth floor, beware though, I’ve heard she’s on her third pot of coffee and hasn’t slept in two days.” The man replied, waving her through to the elevators. Natasha nodded at the man and headed up to your floor.

~~

“Shit, not another failure…” I muttered as I peered into the microscope, awaiting for the reaction between the cells. Faint lofi music was playing from one of the computers, amiss the sound of another pot of coffee brewing.

“(Y/N)?” Natasha’s voice had me jerking my head away from the scope, nearly making me hit my head on the shelf above me.

I cleared my throat and winced. “Hey, Nat..” I spoke softly. She looked around at the mess of papers, empty coffee cups, mostly papers, the occasional energy drink, and the few notebooks I had around and open.

“C’mon, Любить, let’s go home. When’s the last time you’ve eaten?’ She asked as she started gathering my scattered belongings.

I scratched the back of my head as I took off my lab coat. “I honestly don’t remember.” I told her.

She paused and looked at me. “The last time I remember seeing you eat was when we had dinner on Tuesday. What sounds good to you?” She questioned with a worried tone.

“I was thinking-”

“No takeout. Something we can make at home that’s semi-healthy.” she cut me off.

I chucked, then started taking down my hair. Wow, when was the last time I washed my hair? 

“Chicken sounds good.” I replied, finger-combing through my hair.

She nodded and shouldered my bag, before holding her hand out for me. I took it, and we headed towards the elevators.

“FIREROX, System save and shutdown.” I called over my shoulders, letting the A.I. take the rest of the task off my shoulders.

“Do you want me to text Natasha that you are on your way home, miss?” it asked me.

I smiled at the redhead holding me hand.

“There’s no need. Thank you and good night.” I told it as the elevator doors closed. 

Once inside, she pulled me into a hug. “Yeah, yeah, I know you smell. I don’t care. I missed you.” She whispered as she held me close.

“I could tell, love.” I replied, hugging her closer to me and breathing in her scent.

Once out of the building, I took a second to breathe in the fresh air and roll my shoulders. 

“C’mon, nerd. Let’s go home.” 

~~

Finally back at our house, Nat’s first instructions were to take a shower then do whatever else. Well, she was going to cook and then we’d eat after that, then whatever else.

However, once I got under the warm water I started to realize how exhausted I really was. We’re not made to run on constant caffeine and no sleep for a few days. I did my best to quickly scrub down and get out, drying off as quickly as the cloud of exhaustion would let me. Wrapped in a towel, I headed into our room and pulled on some underwear and a pair of my shorts, and then one of Nat’s hoodies. Drying my hair and dropping the clothes into the room’s laundry basket, I headed out to the kitchen.

“Hey, Любить.” Nat said as I padded into the kitchen. I hummed and sat at one of the barstools, making grabby hands at her. She laughed and tossed the kitchen towel on her shoulder before coming around and holding me. She kissed my cheek before fully holding me, arms wrapped around my torso and her face pressed into my neck. Her hair was tied into a ponytail and wearing one of my black t-shirts and a pair of jeans, she was beautiful. 

After a few minutes she wiggled out of my grip to go finish dinner. Once that was done, and we finished eating, she dragged me over to the couch and yanked me on top of her. 

“Hey!” I snapped as I was pulled on top of her. She snickered at me as I shifted to get comfortable. Turning the TV on to a random tv show, she grabbed the blanket from the couch and covered me with it. 

“Get some rest, love.” She said as she kissed the top of my head.

I hummed and snuggled deeper into her embrace, happy that I was home and with her. 

~~

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“Dance with me.”/“You look like you could use a hug.” introducing: evil businesswoman pepper and her lovely assistant, natasha 

Pepper didn’t like dealing with other businesses early in the morning. In fact, she usually didn’t. She did her worst in the mornings, and it was clear to see. 

There was a man still lying in his chair when she comes out of the meeting room, and asks for a clean-up crew. 

She hates tech start-ups. 

Her assistant didn’t last. They never did, although this one had shown promise: he was with the company for five months. 

She was sad to see him go, in shock at another mess she had made. 

“Maybe you could stop killing other businesses,” Tony tells her while they’re eating lunch. It’s a nice place, where they’re at. They have a good balsamic vinaigrette.  

“I could, but then where would the company be?” Pepper asks. “They need to know that I like to be impressed. I want success. That’s how you get what you want.” 

Tony makes a face. 

He wants to say something, but he can’t. Not when he signed the company over to her, and she’s improved it, been allowed to make her own choices, bring everything up to her standards. She’s put everyone at her heel, and by god has it been satisfying. 

But she still needs a new assistant. 

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Andrea Meloni

Black Widow - Natalia Alianovna Romanova / Natasha Romanoff [Black Widow]

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Mama Widow and Her Spider Son

Natasha, slipping into her tactical suit: Life is full of traps.

Natasha, shoving an excess of weapons into a duffle bag: And we all make mistakes.

Natasha, zipping up the overloaded weapons duffle bag: But actions have consequences.

Natasha, swinging the duffel bag onto her shoulder: And all I’m really doing is helping the universe give those consequences.

Natasha, kissing the forehead of a heartbroken Peter: I’m just gonna be out for an hour, okie? I’ll be back in time for dinner.

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I hate Rumlow right? But like he’s low key hot 👀👀

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Daredevil #155, November 1978, cover by Gene Colan (pencils) and Frank Springer (inks)

I was a huge (and I mean HUGE) DD fan, but at this point thought cancelling the series would be a mercy killing… clearly Marvel had no idea whatsoever what to do with the character. Litle did I know Frank Miller would revive the series right after this arc.

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Clint
Hey, Y/N!
Y/N
What is it, Clint?
Clint
I have something to tell you.
Y/N
Go on, then.
Clint
Where do you think zombies swim?
Y/N
NO I SWEAR! DON'T CONTINUE THAT!
Clint
IN THE DEAD SEA! *runs*
Y/N
NAT!! KILL CLINT FOR MEEE!!!
Nat
*sighs and runs to Clint*
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