dating natasha was like being worshiped 24/7, she was the most respectful women, she adores you, your body, face, the way you take care of yourself, your laugh, the way you love everything. to her you are magical, and she hates that you have a way to make her weak, no not fragile but delicate, you made her feel like no one ever has, loved.

from years of hiding, fighting, proving herself, you show her there is nothing more to prove, she’s the hero everyone says she is. she loves you more then anything ever, and she used to be cautious so damn cautious of letting you out of her sight.

and thanks to that, she never leaves your side, your going on a walk? she’s coming, your going shops she’s coming with. she held that promsie to herself, that youll never get hurt, ever.

soon enough she realised, maybe you need space, as much as she hates to leave you alone, you needed space. so over time she accepted that, you need time alone but you also enjoyed the little things, like shopping with her, or even just binge watching movies and doing each others makeup.

once she had the concept of how the little things matter, she started turning them into things that show love, you like coffee, she’ll make you coffee in the mornings, you like shopping she will take you on sprees, and that’s exactly what she’s doing today

“dorogoy, you better not drain my bank.. again”

natasha smirks and she parks her chevrolet corvette stingray, grabbing her phone and getting out the vehicle, along with you

“where to first, detka?”