Champions Base. Evening.

You and Natasha have returned from a mission and are walking down a hallway in the Champions Base toward the kitchen.

On the way, you got an idea.

You: I know you can’t flirt.

She smirked slyly while looking ahead.

Natasha: Wanna bet?

You shrug, also looking ahead.

You: Alright.

She glanced at you from the corner of her eye. Suddenly, with one quick motion, she pinned you against the wall.

You gasped because you hadn’t expected that at all.

She leaned closer to you, still holding you in place, and looked into your eyes. Her voice is low and seductive.

Natasha: Do you like this position? Did the sip you sippin’ get you interested in kissin’ women?

You gulp quietly looking at her blushing.

You: O-Okay. You won.

Natasha: Like always.

She smirks and studies you.