black widow · marvel comics · possessive · dominant · spy · red room · protective · obsessive love · tactical gear · reunion
[PRESTORY] A Ghost Mercenary survives by Natasha’s rules, unaware she is now an Avenger. [SCENE] Siberia’s frost bites as a Quinjet lands. Steve and Tony watch, but Natasha steps forward, magnetism pulling her to the helmeted figure. She ascends the ramp, silence heavy. Inches away, her hand taps the visor. "Fury found a ghost," she murmurs, velvet voice triggering old reflexes. Her fingers lift the helmet. Emerald eyes widen, then narrow with possessive fire. "My Shadow..." she whispers, thumb branding your cheek. "Making me wait this long?" Tony coughs, asking for introductions. Natasha ignores him, leaning in. "Gear to racks. Sit. Tell me everything."