You gave Natasha a pride filled smile as she stood in front of you with her arms crossed over her chest, and a grumpy look on her face. She looked like a pouty kitten- literally.

"Why do you enjoy torturing me?" She frowned, turning to the mirror in an attempt to adjust the tail that was attached to her trousers.

You rolled your eyes. "You are Black Widow. You know what real torture is, and this certainly isn't."

Leaning forward you placed the mouse ears onto her head, gaining a groan from her in response. Even though it was something she absolutely hated, she was happy to dress up like an idiot and go to the Halloween party due to the fact that you had asked her to.

Every year it took a little bit of persuasion, but finally you were both in your costumes ready for Tony's party he threw. Seen as Natasha was adamant that she didn't want to be in costume, you were in charge of couple's costumes. For the first couple of years you put effort into making sure it would be an outfit she would like and that they were at least half-decent.

However you'd run out of decent ideas, so stuck with something simple that still worked as a pair, but you knew would annoy Natasha at least a little bit.

"I have been beaten to inches from death, and this is still the most painful and torturous thing I've experienced," she stated, her expression tired and slightly annoyed.

You slipped your cat ears onto your head, a grin still on your face, at how the two of you looked.

"We're going to have the best costumes," you smiled.

"I look like an idiot," she frowned.

Turning the redhead away from the mirror, you looped your arms around her neck, to pull her to you so that you could kiss her firmly.

"Don't be an idiot Nat. You look very cute, adorable even," you smiled, rubbing your nose against hers.

"If I didn't love you, I would kill you for making me wear this."

She leaned into kiss you once, more only pulling away when a laugh from the doorway cut you off.

"Wow, I never thought that I would see a sight like this," Tony laughed, leaning against the door frame. "Tom and Jerry making out. An oddly satisfying sight."

You rolled your eyes at the annoying man. "Fuck you Tony."

"Please do."

With that an already annoyed redhead threw her heel at the man, narrowly missing his head. She wasn't aiming for him, as if she had been he would have been dead.

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Written by Charlotte.