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A Preference for Vodka.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Warnings: mentions of smut.

Summary: Reader is Pepper's niece (let's just say Pepper has a sibling whose partner is black okay) and she stays at the compound while her apartment is being renovated. The boys try to make a good impression but a certain redhead catches her eye — again.

A/N: This has been in my drafts for months lmao I don’t know why I’m only posting it now? Anyway, Natasha deserved better.

Please reblog and comment if you enjoy! <3

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"Auntie Pep', it's really not a big deal, I could stay at a hotel," you tried to talk your aunt out of bringing you to the compound even though you were already there.

"For two weeks? That's nonsense, (Y/N). Come on," Pepper pushed the large glass door with her free arm, since the other one was pulling one of your large suitcases.

"Speaking of two weeks," Happy said from behind you. "Do you really need all that?"

Since you were very close to your aunt and basically like her daughter, you had spent countless hours with her at the office, or simply visiting her and Tony. Him, Happy and Rhodey were like your extended family.

"Yes, Happy. You know I like to be prepared, and I need shoes for every occasion," you smiled.

"Shoes? These are only your shoes?!" he pointed to the smallest of the suitcases he was pulling.

"No, this is my makeup, skin care and hair products."

"Oh my God," he groaned. "Sure you don't share blood with Tony instead?"

You and Pepper laughed at his remark, the sounds echoing in the empty hallway.

Happy and two staff members took your bags to your bedroom. You thanked Happy for his help and started following Pepper to where you were supposed to meet the team, or at least those who didn't know you.

The hallway emerged in what you remembered to be the common room of the compound. The place had changed a bit, it was much homey, less formal. The team had really made a home out of it.

Steve was in the kitchen with a brown haired man you didn't know who looked kind of rough, a man whose name you didn't remember and a tall fancy looking black man who looked vaguely familiar.

"(Y/N)!" Steve exclaimed, the three men he was with turning their heads to follow his gaze. You mentally frowned at his tone. He was weirdly excited to see you. "It's been a long time."

"Hi Steve," you hugged him briefly. "It's been a minute, yeah. How have you been?"

"Good, good. How are you?"

"Fine, thanks."

Your small talk was interrupted by Pepper. Taking your hand, she brought you closer to the three unknown men.

"So this is Bucky," she pointed to the brunette. You noticed he had an arm made of metal and it struck you. He was the Winter Soldier, the man who allegedly bombed the UN the year before. You almost took a step back before realizing that if he was here now, it meant that he was not dangerous. "He's a friend of Steve's. This is Sam," that was the man whose name you didn't remember.

"How you doin'?" Sam smiled. "You look even more beautiful than the last time I saw you." You gave him a tight lipped smile, acknowledging his compliment.

"Sam, cut it out," Steve intervened.

"What? A man can't tell a girl she's pretty?"

"Alright," Pepper cleared her throat. "And finally this is King T'Challa. T'Challa is the King of Wakanda, he's in town for a conference and he came by to say hello. You're flying back tomorrow right, T'Challa?"

"I might extend my trip for a few days," the King answered, stroking his beard and keeping his eyes on you the whole time.

You heard someone kiss their teeth and you looked at a corner of the room to find a bald dark skinned woman, shaking her head. Her big brown eyes giving a stern look to the King.

"That's Okoye. She's my general."

"Nice to meet you," you smiled at Okoye, who smiled back. "All," you added after a beat, looking at the three men. "I'm (Y/N), Pepper's—"

"Niece, we know," Sam interrupted you. "She told us you'd come. Welcome. Mi casa es tu casa," he spread his arms with a big smile.

"Well I gotta go back to the office," Pepper sighed. "Steve will show you to your room," she pulled you in a tight hug and kissed your cheek. "Love you."

"Love you too, Ninya."

Pepper smiled at the nickname. When you were a toddler, you couldn't pronounce Virginia correctly, which resulted in you calling her "Ninya".

You watched Pepper walk away until you couldn't see her anymore. You suddenly felt a little uncomfortable under Sam, Bucky, T'Challa and Steve's gazes.

"So, uh, Steve... where's my room?"

"Uhh, yeah, right. Your room. Follow me."

Shooting one last smile at the three men, you followed Steve through the building. He told you that your room was between his and Natasha's. The mention of her name caused your heart rate to speed up a little.

"I—Is she here?" you asked.

You'd had the biggest crush on Natasha since... since she was undercover as Pepper's assistant back in 2010. It had been seven whole years, yet you never said anything. It's not like you didn't want to, you just saw months and years pass by and every time you wanted to confess your feelings, you were scared to be too deep in the friend zone. You flirted with her, sometimes. A little flirty remark here and there, but that was more like a game, nothing serious.

"No," Steve shook his head and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "She's on a mission with Clint. She should be back tomorrow or the day after that though," he stopped in front of a grey door with your name on it. "Tony wanted you to feel at home."

"It's very nice of him. I'll call him to say thank you," you smiled. "Thanks Steve."

"Dinner will be ready soon, I'll call you."

"Sounds good, see you later."

Natasha arrived in two days later in the middle of the night. You'd forgotten to ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. to enable Do Not Disturb mode so you heard her footsteps in the hallway, the sound of keys jingling and her cursing when she dropped them and when Steve stepped out to ask if she was alright. She sounded exhausted. The tone of her voice made your mind wander. You wanted to run her a hot bath, bathe her while telling her she did a good job, patch her up a little, then cuddle her under the covers.

Of course, none of that was possible. So you just rolled over in bed, turned your pillow over so that you could lay on the cold side and fell asleep once again as the moon cast a pale light on your brown skin through the large windows.

When you sleepily stumbled in the kitchen next morning, the whole team was there except Tony. A casual brouhaha animated the atmosphere. Your eyes immediately looked for Natasha. She was cutting up some fruit on a wooden cutting board next to the coffee pot, her hair in a messy bun with a few strands framing her face. Her features were relaxed, as if she just hadn't returned from a mission. Aside from the few bruises on her arms and legs, she looked fine. She looked amazing.

"Are you gonna grab something to eat or are you just gonna stand there?" Natasha asked without looking up from her bananas.

You felt your face heat up. If you were lighter, you'd definitely be as red as the strawberries in her bowl.

"Sorry," your lips curved up in a lopsided smile. "I guess it's been a while since I saw you," you said, grabbing a mug from the designated cupboard.

The rest of the team hadn't noticed you yet.

With your mug in hand, you walked towards the coffee pot to pour yourself a cup. You slid your flask out of your sweater pocket and started pouring the content in your hot beverage.

"Uhh, sweetheart," Sam spoke from behind you, leaning on the central isle. "You sure you don't want some chocolaccino with that coffee?"

"Oh my God," Bucky groaned. "Dude, stop talking," he turned towards you. "Please ignore him. Good morning."

"Morning," you sealed your flask and put it back in your pocket. "And no, Sam," you added, blowing the steam off and looking Natasha in the eye. "I have a preference for vodka."

Thank God, none of them really understood the meaning of your remark, except the person it was aimed at. Natasha smirked, peering at you through her long lashes.

"You sure it's not a little too much for you?" she asked.

"I'm sure I can handle it," you smiled before taking a sip of your coffee.

Sam gagged at the sight, imagining the taste on his tongue but what he didn't know was that your flask actually contained agave syrup. You just carried it around in a flask because it looked cool.

"What the hell is chocolaccino anyway?" you enquired, your nose scrunched up.

"That is all this gloriousness in front of you, baby," Sam pointed at himself. "And you can have a taste of it anytime."

"Man, that only works with half drunk girls," Bucky spoke low enough so that only Sam, you and Nat could hear him, putting his hand on Sam's shoulder. "Now you're just embarrassing yourself."

Standing in the hallway in front of the large windows, you observed Natasha as she stretched her limbs out before going on a run. She'd asked you to braid her hair back before going outside. There had been no conversation, no flirty remarks, just her sitting between your legs while your fingers worked on her fiery locks.

"Why don't you just talk to her?"

You jumped, a hand clutching your chest, startled by the voice coming from behind you. You turned around to see Bucky, hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants with his hair pulled back in a bun, just standing there.

You frowned, your nose scrunched up in a cute way. "Why don't you mind your own business?" you countered.

He shrugged and your features relaxed.

For some weird reason, you trusted Bucky. You'd only known the man for a week and you were already thinking about telling him the entire story of your life. He just had this calm aura, the kind you only found in your home. You started to understand why Steve loved him so much and was willing to break the Avengers for him. He was one of a kind.

You mentally chuckled at your thoughts. You hadn't even had a real conversation with him yet and you were almost calling him your best friend.

Bucky came closer to stand next to you, his metal arm glistening under the filtered rays of sunshine.

"I'm just afraid," you muttered under your breath, which he heard anyway, enhanced hearing and all.

"She's human too, you know."

"I know... Wait, if you know I'm gay, why do you let the other boys come at me all the time?" you asked, genuinely confused.

"Why do you?"

"It’s funny to see them try," it was your turn to shrug.

"Same."

You both stayed silent for a minute or two. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, though. Natasha had went off a few minutes ago already. Now, it was just you and Bucky looking at the landscape, or a couple of Quinjets being taken care of.

"How do you even tell someone that you've had feelings for them for seven years? I mean, how do you know how they're going to react? If they'll reject you?" you ask, looking at Bucky.

"You don't," Bucky kept his gaze on something outside. "You just take the fall and hope they catch you."

He started walking back to where he came from when you called him. He swiftly turned around on the white tiles with the help of his black socks with little red falcon symbols on them.

"If I was straight, I'd definitely make a move on you," you smiled.

Bucky threw his head back and laughed. "Who says I'm straight, doll?" he said, then kept walking, leaving you to pick up your jaw from the floor.

The kitchen was quiet at this hour of the night. You woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't go back to sleep, so you'd decided to make yourself a cup of chamomile tea and read a little to help you go back to sleep.

"Didn't think I'd find you here this late."

"You people have got to stop scaring me like that!" you hissed, a hand on your racing heart.

Natasha chuckled. "Sorry, didn't mean to," she opened the cupboard where they kept the dry goods like biscuits and got a box of cookies. "I like to think the calories are asleep at night too."

She sat next to you and tore open the first packet of the box.

"What's up? Can't sleep?" she enquired.

"That's right. How about you?"

"Me neither. I'm still a little jet lagged from my mission," she bit into a cookie.

"Was it bad?"

"Nah, it was very easy. We completed the assignment in under twelve hours, but we stayed for two more days for you know, I little sightseeing. We were in Egypt," she precised and you made an 'oh' face. "I thought it was hot over there but I come home and... it's like the middle of the Sahara, now," she said, her eyes scanning your bare legs, the action making you squirm in your chair.

You took a sip of your tea, hoping it would calm your nerves a little.

Maybe now was the right moment to say it. No one was there, it was just the two of you, eye to eye. You took a deep breath.

"Uh, Nat, I have to tell you something—"

"I know. Me too."

Your eyebrows knitted together. "You too what?"

"Let's just say that Natalie Rushman had a crush on you."

"You knew? And you felt the same? Why didn't you say anything?!" you asked, confusion written over your features.

"I guess I was scared of falling in love. It just seemed too perfect, you know. First, I get this team, this new family, then I fall in love with this perfect woman who has her shit together? I don't know, this seems like a dream to me, and I'm scared I'll wake up in that Red Room surrounded by people who only see me as a weapon," she started toying with a strand of her hair.

Her words almost took your breath away. You didn't even know what to say. The only words your memory chose to hold on too were still replaying in your head.

"You... You're in love with me?" you felt your eyes welling up.

"Yes. Yes, I am. At first it was just a crush, but when you arrived at that party two years ago, glowing like a damn sunshine, I knew I had feelings deeper than friendship for you," she grabbed one of your hands. "But then Ultron happened and—"

"—And I went to Johannesburg...," you lowered your eyes. Was that blood or ketchup on the floor?

"And you went to Johannesburg," she nodded. "Why didn't you ever say anything, though?"

"I was scared of the truth, I guess."

She rose from her chair, lacing her fingers with yours. Your breath hitched as she got closer, the tip of her nose almost touching yours. Her smell, oh, her smell. You could spend a lifetime of smelling her scent. Her shampoo was probably melon or something like that, but her skin smelled like a mixture of essential oils, vanilla and something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

"Does the truth scare you now?" she said, her lips grazing yours.

That was all it took for you to kiss her. You wanted to kiss her like there was no tomorrow and take her on that table but you had to behave yourself. Instead, your lips started a slow dance with hers as you tasted the chocolate from her cookies on her tongue. She wrapped her arms around your neck and you held her close by the waist, one of your hands caressing up and down her back.

"You were wrong, by the way," you stated when the kiss broke. She frowned at you. "I don't have my shit together, and I sure as hell ain't perfect. No one is. But I believe we can be the best versions of ourselves together. And you will never, ever, go back to that awful place. I— I love you, Natasha."

"I love you too, (Y/N)."

"Well goddamn, ladies, I expected you to be fucking each other's brains out by now!"

"What the hell are you doing here, Barnes?" Natasha took a tiny step back to be able to look at Bucky while still being in your arms. It was the best feeling ever, by the way. Finally being able to feel her.

"How long have you even been here, Bucky?" you added.

"Oh, don't mind me. I only heard what you," he walked towards the fridge, pointing index finger at you. "Said about being the best versions of ourselves and blah blah blah, then the I love you's of course, so cute, by the way. Don't think I've heard Natasha say that before," he closed the fridge door with his foot, jar of jam and butter in hand.

You and Natasha rolled your eyes in sync.

"Wanna go cuddle?" Nat offered you.

"You mean fuck," Bucky pointed a butter knife at her. "Don't forget to tell F.R.I.D.A.Y. to keep it silent!" he called after you two as you walked towards Natasha's bedroom. "Ah, girls..." he sighed, starting to butter slices of bread.

Like every morning, everyone was in the kitchen, making small talk. Okoye was actually in the gym, and Tony dropped by to say hello.

He gave you a fatherly hug and kissed your cheek.

"How's my big girl doing?" he took off his glasses.

"She's doing okay, thank you. How are you, Tony?" you smiled at him. "Want a cup of coffee?"

"No, thanks, I've got my juice with me. I'm fine, sweetheart, better actually now that I've seen your beautiful smile. You talked to your aunt yet?"

"About what?"

"The people in charge of renovating your place called, said there's a leak or something, gonna take a while to fix," he said, checking the screen next to the fridge to do God knows what.

"Oh, no," you heard Nat from behind you. She faked a pout, which made you roll your eyes to fake annoyance. Her hair was still wild from the night you'd spent together, she looked tired but you could see the glow on her face.

"A leak? What kind of leak?"

"I don't know, my thing is tech, okay, not plumbing or whatever. Are those pancakes?" he took a seat a the breakfast table.

Nat came to lean on the counter next to you.

"So, looks like you're going to be stuck with us for a while," she smirked.

"If by that you mean having your thighs clench around my head again, then I definitely don't mind," you giggled.

You heard a crash and looked towards the source. Steve stood there, broken glass at his feet, shock painted all over his features as his eyes went back and forth between you and Nat. You both laughed at his face.

T'Challa, who absolutely did not give a damn nor heard what you’d just said, joined you on your side of the counter to get a coffee refill. He then stood on your left as he spoke softly.

"Tell me, (Y/N), what's your favourite cuisine? I would love to take you to dinner to discover Wakandan food—"

"Hey, back the fuck off, kitty," in the blink of an eye, Nat had a knife at T'Challa's throat, ready to slice it.

The whole room fell silent as they watched the scene unfold in front of them.

"She's mine," Natasha said through gritted teeth, making tingles erupt in your body. "If you ever come near her again I will rip your heart out of your chest and shove it up your ass," she spoke calmly, as if she was talking to a child. "Same goes for you and you," she pointed at Sam and Steve with the knife.

Bucky was hiding his smile behind his mug.

"Let's go, babe," Nat grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the kitchen as you waved goodbye to the team. Only Bucky waved back with a large smile on his face.

Tony took the pancake hanging from his mouth and placed it on his plate.

"What the hell just happened?"

"The girl I've been dreaming about for two years is a damn lesbian," Sam slapped his tablecloth on the dark wood. "That's what happened."

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