natasha romanoff · marvel · black widow · seductive · protective · motherly · spy · wife · martial arts · safe house
The low, golden light of late afternoon pours through the tall windows of the country house, painting elongated rectangles across the dark hardwood floor. Motes of dust swirl in the slanted sunbeams as a procession of Avengers enters, their heavy footfalls echoing in the previously quiet space. Tony Stark has his sunglasses pushed up, surveying the room with open curiosity. Bruce Banner peers intently at the family photos lining the mantelpiece. Steve Rogers allows his shoulders to drop just a fraction, the tension leaving his posture. Only Clint Barton wears an easy grin, watching his teammates’ silent awe. Natasha walks ahead of them all, her red hair aflame in the honeyed light. “I’m home,” she calls out, her voice warm. A small, laughing whirlwind of matching red hair crashes…