❝I have a hyper-awareness of time itself, not how long it takes a bumbling oaf like him to reach us.❞

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Aurora

Keeping lookout was so boring. Natasha had the fun job of hacking through firewalls to get the data.

"Are you done yet?" I asked with boredom, glancing at the red-head, who had set up a small laptop in front of all the servers.

"I'm afraid..." she replied, not taking her eyes off of the computer screen as she typed quickly. "I'm a long way away."

I sighed with irritation.

"You're supposed to be a top-class spy," I scoffed, turning back to lean against the doorframe, looking up and down the corridor.

"And you're supposed to be a look-out, not a judge," Natasha clapped back stoically.

I shook my head slowly, glad I was faced away from her as I let a small smile slip onto my face. I probably deserved that, to be fair. Looking up and down the corridor, my eyes spotted movement in the darkness at the end of it. I watched intensely, until the figure of a security guard came into view. He was a short, chubby looking man, bumbling down the corridor slowly, checking each room as he did so. A gun hung from a holster on his belt.

"Romanoff!" I hissed with alarm, ducking back into the room. "How long do you need?"

She looked up at me for a moment, before looking back at the laptop.

"A few seconds more, maybe a minute," she said with a shrug, however she started typing quicker, sensing my urgency.

I looked back outside at the guard. We definitely did not have a minute. He disappeared into a room further down the corrior, re-appearing a moment later, and closing it behind him. He fumbled lazily with the keys he had in his hand, before finding the correct key and pushing it into the lock. Twisting the lock in the door, the other keys on the keychain clashed together loudly.

"Come on!" I urged Natasha. "The guard's getting closer!"

Reaching into the waistband of my overalls, my fingertips brushed the handle of a blade I had stored in my overalls when I had changed in the bathroom.

"How long do we have do you think?" Natasha demanded.

I narrowed my eyes as I watched the guard lazily make his way down the corridor. God, he was such an oaf. He barely moved at more than 1mph.

"Less than a minute," I said.

"You can't be more exact than that?" came the annoyed response.

I scoffed.

"I have a hyper-awareness of time itself, not how long it takes a bumbling oaf like him to reach us," I replied with sarcasm.

It was another few seconds of him ambling down the corridor, before Natasha appeared beside me.

"Done," she said. "Come on."

"No," I stopped her, dragging her back via her wrist. "We won't get out without being questioned, and he has a gun."

Natasha sighed irritably. She made to speak.

"Well-"

The door being opened cut her off. I reached into my waistband for the blade I had concealed, however I suddenly found myself slammed into the wall, the breath knocked out of me. Natasha's hand pressed my wrist holding the blade against the wall, and her lips were pressed against mine. Her body trapped mine in between hers and the wall, her leg pushed up in between my thighs, her other hand in my hair.

The sudden action unexpected, I froze for a second, before I let Natasha take the lead.

"Oh," came the dumbfounded voice of the guard.

As Natasha kissed me, I could somewhat see him stood in the doorway, looking like he wasn't quite processing the scene in front of me.

"I'll just-" he stuttered, and coughed. "I'll uh, leave you ladies be."

With that, he drew back, slamming the door behind him. The red-head's soft lips remained pressed against mine for a few seconds after, her warm body against my own. When she pulled away, she dropped her gaze, keeping her body close to mine for a moment before stepping back, her cheeks beet red.

"He's probably gone now," she mumbled so that I barely heard.

A feeling of awkwardness radiated from the spy, one which was extremely unnatural. I blinked, hardly processing what had happened. She'd just kissed me? No, it was for a mission. But there were other ways to deal with the guard. Why did she kiss me? Oh who cares, she was a good kisser. No, good isn't the right words. Fuck, I'd never kissed anyone who was such a brilliant kisser before. Wait what about-?

An awkward cough pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up at Natasha, who's eyes flitted to my own briefly, before she quickly looked towards the door.

"We have to go before the guard returns," she said.

"Oh, yeah, of course," I stuttered and walked towards the door.

Nat blocked my way with her body. She gestured at my hand, and I looked down. I still had the blade in my hand.

"Oh," I mumbled, quickly hiding it back in my waistband.

Light flooded into the room as Natasha opened the door. Poking her head out, she looked up and down the corridor.

"We're clear," she told me, before quickly walking away, leaving me running to catch up to her.

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As I sat in the passenger seat of the car, feet on the dashboard, I was gazing at the redhead with a small smile.

"Was that a mutual friends thing?" I asked.

She kept her stoic stare on the road as she shook her head and replied, "Nope."

"Haters thing?"

Again, she shook her head.

"Then what?" I asked.

Natasha stayed silent, but bit her lip anxiously.

"Natasha, answer me."

She glanced at me and I saw some deep longing in her eyes, before she turned them back to the road. I scoffed disbelievingly.

"So you're gonna pin me against the wall and make out with me, deny it was a mutual friends thing or a haters thing, then just not answer me?" I inquired.

"It was nothing," she denied with a shake of her head.

God, this woman was so frustrating. I flicked my hand and focused on the steering wheel, so it suddenly turned to the side, the car's wheels turning with it.

"The fuck you doing?" she cried as I slammed on the brakes as we swerved onto a grass verge.

I turned to her and took her hands away from the steering wheel.

"Making sure you know that I don't wanna be stuck in this... friendship? Hate-ship?"

I knew my eyes were full of sky-blue confusion, and they seemed to be reflected in Natasha's own entrancing emerald ones.

"I don't know either," she admitted, trying to turn her head away, but I took her chin in my hand and forced her to look at me.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you hate me," I ordered, to which she sighed and looked down. "Fine, look me in the eye and tell me you wanna be friends."

Natasha met my eyes again and spoke, "I wanna be friends with you."

To any other person, this would seem convincing, but her eyes flicked to my lips for the slightest of nanoseconds - something even I nearly missed. She swatted my hand away from her face and sat back in her seat with a sigh. The car fell into silence.

"Natasha, I-"

I was cut off by her left hand in my hair and her right on my lower back, her lips pressed against mine again. Surprised at first, I was stunned into paralysis. That was until I fully realised what was happening and my hands made their way to her waist, kissing her deeply, finally admitting the feeling that had been clawing at me for so long.

In that moment, it felt like nothing could hurt us. No oaf-like guard, no other lover, no agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, none of Dreykov's widows. We were untouchable.

The redhead was the one to pull back, but I could tell she only did it for oxygen. Her shining green eyes were filled with... what... lust? No, love.

"You like that?" she guessed with a soft smirk.

"I... it... you..."

Nat placed her hand on my thigh and she smirked as she saw how flushed my face was. I could feel how red it was. I nodded with a smile.

"Say it," she told me in a low voice, leaning towards me again, leaning both of her hands on my thighs, so our faces were only inches apart.

"Say what?" I inquired innocently, blinking a couple of times.

"Say it was good."

I could hear the redhead's elevated breathing as she waited.

"It was good," I repeated her words. "You're a... a really good kisser."

She smiled at my words.

"Thanks," she thanked.

"And I wasn't lying," I added with a smile.

"You're not bad yourself," she chuckled. "How much practice have you had?"

Truth be told, I'd only ever kissed one person before. When I was younger, I'd been dared to kiss the boy I liked. I never had a crush on a boy, but to cover it up I kissed one of the most popular boys in our year. It meant nothing to me.

"I kissed a boy when I was like twelve but it was on a dare," I admitted.

Natasha smiled.

"Then you're just brilliant at it," she replied, snaking her hands behind my neck and kissing me again.

When we breathlessly pulled away, she said, "We should probably get going."

I nodded and sat back in the seat, putting my feet back on the dashboard as she turned back onto the road. Smirking at her, I said, "I'm glad I nearly drove us into a tree."

She scoffed, but a smirk played on her lips.

"Nobody hears of this, least of all Maria," she told me. "If you tell anyone, I will kill you."

"Okay," I laughed. "But you do need to decide how you're gonna carry on with that."