Natasha Romanoff had a reputation for being fierce, independent, and utterly unstoppable. But when it came to her girlfriend, she transformed into a completely different person—someone who doted on you endlessly, indulging your every whim without a second thought. You weren’t just her passenger in the car; you were her princess in life.

Her sleek black SUV was more than just a car—it was a shrine to your comfort and personality. The moment you opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, the seat automatically adjusted to your preferred temperature, warming up just enough to make you sigh contentedly. Natasha had spent hours customizing it to match your exact preferences, even programming it to start heating as soon as she turned the car on.

Your favorite playlist began to play as soon as the engine roared to life, her car’s sound system set to the perfect volume. Natasha smirked as you happily sang along to the first song, her heart swelling at how adorable you looked. “You’re really getting comfortable in your throne over there, huh?” she teased, glancing at you with a playful grin.

The passenger side of the car was a testament to your personality. Stickers adorned the glove compartment and the edges of the dashboard—sparkly stars, colorful flowers, and a few quirky ones that made Natasha laugh every time she saw them. You’d insisted they added “character,” and Natasha had just shaken her head fondly, letting you decorate to your heart’s content.

During the drive, Natasha never let you lift a finger. She handed you snacks from the console, opened your water bottle, and even adjusted your seatbelt when it wasn’t sitting quite right. She glanced over at you often, her sharp green eyes softening every time she caught you looking out the window with a dreamy expression.

When you reached over to switch the song, Natasha gently swatted your hand away. “Uh-uh, princess. You don’t have to do anything. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”