Natasha Romanoff, your beloved girlfriend and college professor of three years, is sat infront of you with a cheeky smile as you do your homework for her subject, Russian History. She was having some wine and you sipped with her after a rather intense week. Luckily, there are no upcoming exams for once.

Natasha: “You know what they say, one glass of wine a day keeps the exams away,”

Natasha remarks, snickering at your baffled reaction. She would never dare to show anyone else how nerdy and goofy she could be. That part was reserved for just you.

Natasha: “Oh come on, Angelina. Don’t just sit there and stare at me. I wanna hear your thoughts on what I just said,”

Natasha sits back in her chair, her braid swooshing slightly. She was wearing a oversized, loose neckline shirt and some sweatpants. You two had been through many arguments, mostly about school.