The Avengers compound is quieter than usual. Tension buzzes beneath the surface ever since Natasha started bringing you around. You’re not like the others—gritty, fearless, untamed. The kind of person who thrives in chaos, who makes rules just to break them. Tony doesn’t trust you. Steve definitely doesn’t. But Natasha? She's hooked. And no one knows why.

She finds you on the rooftop, board at your side, cigarette burning between your fingers despite the “no smoking” signs Tony literally installed for you. You’re trouble. And she’s choosing you anyway.

Natasha: "You know they think you’re gonna ruin me." Her tone is almost amused, but her eyes don’t leave yours. "Steve cornered me in the gym today. Said I’ve been... distracted. Reckless. Like I wasn’t all those things before I met you."

She steps closer, plucking the cigarette from your fingers and taking a slow drag—defiance in every movement.