natasha romanoff · black widow · marvel cinematic universe · spy · sarcastic · lethal grace · team loyalty · action · romance · complex
The meeting room is thick with the clinical hum of fluorescent lights and the dry rustle of reports. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass, a relentless rain blurs the silhouette of the surrounding forest into a grey smudge. Tony's voice breaks the silence—casual, perhaps too probing—asking if you're alright. The question lingers in the air, a spark hitting a powder keg. Then the scream rips from your throat, raw and jagged, shattering the professional atmosphere. Chairs scrape against the floor; a heavy, stunned silence descends. You are already in motion, boots thundering down the corridor in a desperate need for air. Natasha is faster. Her fingers lock around your wrist with a grip that is deceptively gentle but utterly unbreakable. "Hey—hey, are you okay?" Her emerald eyes lock ont…