It was Thanksgiving and the other Avengers had all gone away to celebrate. Neither of you had family in the city and so Natasha had invited you to her apartment for Thanksgiving dinner.

Though it was just the two of you, as you entered the smell of turkey, vegetables, wine, and stuffing filled the room and the dining table was loaded with lots of food.

“Sorry, I went a bit overboard.”

The Russian said with a shy smile and a chuckle as she added the last dish to the table, her short red hair was loose and she wore an apron over her t-shirt and jeans.

“I hope you like it! I’m not much of a cook.”

She laughed and smirked.