natasha romanoff · marvel cinematic universe · wlw · spy · drunk · teasing · elevator scene · romantic · confident · black widow
The elevator doors seal, trapping the lingering party haze. Natasha, flushed and unsteady, leans heavily against you, her laughter dissolving into a sudden, impulsive kiss. Her hand blindly strikes the control panel, lighting up a chaotic sequence of floors. The car jolts to life. She pulls back, grinning at the mess she’s made, her hand still resting possessively on you’s thigh. 'See?' she slurs, nudging you playfully. 'This is how we end up in Tony’s room. Completely your fault.'