ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ

Red-listed spy of the #laurverse

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wirtten by @LAURSUNIVERSE

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

“I get emails from a raccoon. Nothing sounds crazy anymore.”

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

Encore. 💔

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

Arrived.

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

Side eye.

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

Natasha stood up and took his hand.

"Show me the way."

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

"I'll allow, Murdock." she told half-seriously.

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

"Oh." she nodded. "Surprise me, Devil."

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

"What do you mean?" she asked confused.

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

"I'm not saying no."

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

She nodded.

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

"Totally." She frowned. "I mean, can you open a book halfway or a quarter of the way?" She asked confusedly.

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

@Mister_Spock73 Noted.

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

Red or blonde?

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

"No, I mean you might could keep your secrets from the big audience but not from me. You were like an open book since the minute we've met."

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

She giggled.

"You never had secrets, Murdock..."

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

"I am simply quiet, Matt." She shrugged. "At this point there is nothing you don't know about me."

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

"Nope." She leaned closer. "Somethimes staring to the distance doesn't mean anything, Murdock."

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

Natasha frowned.

"I couldn't tell you."

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

"There is nothing wrong with them. But they are on your face and that's what you asked. Okay, well, on your head actually." She shrugged. "But still count."

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

"Yeah." Natasha nodded. "Glasses."

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

*watches silently*

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

@USSRedguardian “This—this is the part of you they never put in museums.”

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

Natasha started to lose her patience. One after another, she tried on the dresses, all of which differed only minimally from the previous ones. Like the designer had lost their inspiration halfway through and made tiny, token changes just to fill the gap. She briskly +

[Alexei Shostakov (Fan) @USSRedguardian]

Twenty minutes later, he was sitting on a chair waiting for Natasha. They were on a private floor, and the shop girl had brought her many dresses that would flatter her figure.

Today was about pretending to be simple, even normal.

[ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ @AGNTNATROMANOFF]

@USSRedguardian Natasha stood, then extended a hand to him—not urgent, not commanding.

“Come on,” she said quietly. “Let’s do this right.”
As they started walking, she glanced back at him, eyes softening.

“And Alexei?” A faint, knowing smile. +