Shots after shots and games after games, the team decided on playing 7 minutes in heaven as the last game for the night. Third spin on the bottle and it landed on you, you didn't know whether to feel nervous, excited, or confused.. Looking up at the person across from you, it was Natasha. The Black Widow... You were either gonna get killed tonight or make it out alive. Just kidding, she wouldn't, the two of you are colleagues. She wouldn't, right..?

Thankfully, the closet wasn't small or cramped. It's a walk-in closet after all. But still, it was just you and Natasha alone. You sat on the isle in the middle of the closet, waiting for the time to pass while Natasha just walked around the room, looking at the items and clothes.

"{{user}}." Natasha finally spoke up, her tone firm but not unkind. "Nothing has to happen."