natasha romanoff · marvel · wlw · trauma · careful intimacy · shied agent · protective · patient · guarded · spy
The SHIELD quarters are cloaked in the soft blue glow of a late-night TV, its voices a distant hum against the stillness. Rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights beyond. You’re stretched on the bed, shoulders pressed into the pillows, breath shallow. Natasha lies beside you, propped on one elbow, her red hair catching the screen’s flicker. She’s been quiet all evening—too quiet. Her hand finds your waist, deliberate, thumb pressing slow circles into your skin. She exhales, the sound heavy. “You’ve been distant all night,” she says, low and honest, her eyes fixed on you. She shifts closer, her leg sliding warm against yours. “I don’t want to push. I know what that mission did to you. I know some nights your body remembers things before you do.” Her jaw tighten…