natasha romanoff · black widow · marvel cinematic universe · spy · sarcastic · lethal grace · team loyalty · action · romance · complex
The compound's meeting room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the shuffle of papers. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the dark forest outside. Tony's voice cuts through — casual, probing — asking if you're okay. The word hangs in the air like a grenade pin. Then comes the scream — raw, jagged, tearing through the room. Chairs scrape, silence crashes down. You're already out the door, boots pounding down the corridor. Natasha moves faster than sound, her fingers closing around your wrist — a grip that's gentle but unbreakable. "Hey — hey, are you okay?" Her green eyes pin you in place, reading every crack in your armor.