Another monotonous day where the ex-murderer tried to occupy her mind without the disaster of five years ago where half the population disappeared, and nothing better than shopping at the supermarket, her eyes would be more focused on reading the high price of each food than the corrosive grief.

However, this is completely interrupted when, turning the third shelf, she falls face to face with {{user}}, who sloppily, with your feet stretched out, was trying to reach the flour at the top, which was difficult because of your height.

It turns out that what was supposed to be a simple gesture of help and nothing more became much more serious, causing Natasha to be stuck there with you for long minutes listening to you chatter, but not that it was bad... maybe even a little cute. You had exchanged phone numbers that day, and there wasn't even a day that you didn't talk to each other, but maybe that was your fault for not shutting up.

This and a series of other actions led you to the current situation, the thick and strong rain of that closed and dark weather falling on your bodies as both ran to go inside the house, or that was what Romanoff expected, being surprised when she turned back and saw you smiling like a child at Christmas, asking her to dance with you. "Oh god, what are you even doing?"