A second part of this imagine for UnrandomHumanBean.

(Y/n) woke. Normally even the compound would be cold on days like this, especially so early in the morning. But this morning (Y/n) was warm, her body snuggled under the bedding with her new lover. Natasha's arms wrapped tightly around her. Not even a chink of light between their bodies. The Widow's chest pressed firmly against (Y/n)'s back. The former mercenary sure that she could feel the agents heart beat slowly and rhythmically as they lay so close.

"Good morning, beautiful." Natasha's soft voice suddenly said. (Y/n) smiling as she felt the Widows arms tighten further around her. The agent nuzzling her face into (Y/n)'s neck, as her lips delicately kissed (Y/n)'s flesh.

(Y/n) had to admit that less than twenty four hours ago, she would never have believed that she would find herself making love all night with one of her fellow Avengers. Less likely that it would have been Natasha. Yet here she was. (Y/n) had always known that she had been interested in both men and women. Hell, her first kiss had been with another girl. But as a mercenary, she had really only ever found herself surrounded by men. And up until now, most of her experiences had been with the male of the species. Yet when (Y/n) had finally been persuaded to join the Avengers, she had realised that the proclivities that had lain dormant for so long, no longer wanted to stay hidden. The sight of the Widow making (Y/n)'s heart leap. But never had she thought for one moment that Natasha liked her in the same way. Wanted her in the same way. Though as Natasha's hand crept up to (Y/n)'s breasts. The agent gently caressing the soft, rounded flesh. She was glad that she did.

"And good morning to you too, agent Romanoff." (Y/n) chuckled. The ex-mercenary squeaking slightly as Natasha playfully bit into the muscle of (Y/n)'s shoulder.

"So, its agent Romanoff now, is it? You weren't calling me that last night, (Y/n). I seem to remember that in between the gasping, moaning and groaning, your favourite name for me was, baby. I think I like that." Natasha hummed. A shiver running down the Widows spine as (Y/n) reached her hand back and placed it on Natasha's backside. The agent sighing happily as (Y/n) continued to stay wrapped in her arms, showing no sign of ever wanting to leave her embrace.

"Oh, er......yeah. Sorry about that. I didn't mean to do all that. Its just........"

"Are you kidding." Natasha interrupted.

"It's nice to know that I was doing such a good job." Natasha told (Y/n), with a chuckle. The Widow wishing to reassure her obviously, slightly embarrassed lover, that whatever (Y/n) had done, had been more than fine with her.

"But........well I think that we should explain to the others, what's going on. I don't want to pretend that I don't love you, (Y/n). I don't want our relationship to be secret. I don't want to have to sneak around. I want everyone to know that you're my girl. And that you are strictly off limits." Natasha continued. (Y/n) carefully turning around in the agent's arms, so that the pair were face to face.

"I think I'd like that. But, er........before we do that, you wouldn't want to show me again, what a good job you can do. Would you?" (Y/n) hummed. Her teeth grazing over her bottom lip as she looked into Natasha's eyes. The Widow more than happy to give her girl, a repeat performance.

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"Clint, did you see (Y/n) yesterday? She said she was going to find you, to talk about Nat. I haven't seen either of them since they left the gym." Steve asked, as he Bucky and Sam made their way into the common room. Clint looking up from his bowl of cereal, as the captain poured three cups of coffee.

He had indeed seen (Y/n) the day before. And he also knew where she had been going. Yet where both women were now, was a mystery even to him. He had explained to (Y/n) why Nat had been acting so strangely. The archer not surprised when the mercenary had told him about what the Widow had done to Sam when she thought that (Y/n) might have been hurt. He had explained that Natasha had always known that she liked girls, yet until she was away from the Red Room, she hadn't been able to think or do anything about it. And then when (Y/n) had come along, well, it was as if his old friend had fallen under a spell. It obvious to the archer, that the Widow had finally lost her heart.

Clint had not known what to think when a slightly shocked looking (Y/n), had told him that she had to go and see Natasha, to talk about all this. To get all that information, straight from the horse's mouth, as it were. But since she had left him, Clint, just like the three other men, hadn't seen hide nor hair of the two girls.

"Er.......yeah. I saw (Y/n) yesterday. She did come to ask about Nat. Told me what she had done to the flyboy over there, in the gym. I told her that I didn't know what was wrong. Said that it was probably better that she go speak with Nat, herself." Clint explained, before returning to his breakfast. The archer not wanting to go into any further detail about what he and (Y/n) had discussed. He knew that Natasha wasn't ashamed of the fact that she like women, nor should she be. It was just that the Widow was a private person, and until she wanted to tell the others about herself, then it would remain a secret with him.

"Hey. Which one of you guys was getting to know Nat better last night?" Tony asked, as he walked in. The four men looking at the billionaire with furrowed brows. All of them confused by his strange question.

"What the hell are you talking about, Stark?" Clint huffed. Not in the mood for Tony's crap, that early in the morning. Especially since he hadn't had his fourth cup of coffee yet.

"Nat's rooms are just below mine, and when I had to go back to get a spanner last night, well, lets just put it this way, someone was having a good time." Tony chuckled as he took a seat. The four men shaking their heads as the grinning billionaire waited for one of the other men to confess.

"Have you ever thought that it might be none of your god damn business, who Nat was with?" Clint huffed.

"Oh, so it was you. Didn't think that you and Nat would ever get together. Its about............."

"If you must know, it wasn't Clint." A voice declared. The men turning to see an annoyed looking Natasha in the doorway.

"If you must know, Stark, it wasn't any of the others, either. And if you really must stick your nose into my business, the person that I was getting to know better was............." Natasha told him. Holding out her hand for someone to take. The man taken aback as (Y/n) appeared and took the Widow's hand. Natasha placing a soft kiss to her lips. Clint unable to stop himself from smiling as he saw the look of happiness in both women's eyes.

"Well, that explains a lot." Sam chuckled, as Natasha placed her arm around (Y/n)'s waist. The two making their way into the room to join the others.

"Yeah. Sure does. It means that we all have to keep our hands off (Y/n), or Nat will kick our ass." Bucky added. Smiling at the two women.

"And don't you forget it. (Y/n) is my girl." Nat agreed as she and (Y/n) took a seat at the breakfast bar. The Widow's hand gripping (Y/n)'s tight. Natasha determined not to lose her, now that (Y/n) really was her girl.