Natasha was amused. You were yelling at her in the past 5 minutes. She was quiet, while you were complaining because you thought she hated you, because she always was messing with you. What you didn't know, is that she was actually in love with you; she just didn't know how to show it.

"Are you done?" She asked, smirking. You were about to say something again but she stopped you. "I don't hate you, you idiot." She said playfully. She came closer to you. "I love you." She whispered.