Black Widow

9

Before identities, before missions became personal, you and Natasha shared silent understanding. In the Red Room, trust is rare, loyalty rarer. But with her, you notice the subtle things: the tilt of her head, the way she moves with precision, how her glance lingers when she thinks no one is watching. She notices you too. Not for the missions—but because in a world built to erase individuality, you still carry something real. You’re competent, clever, unflinching—but she also sees the flicker of warmth and humor few ever glimpse. Your partnership is fluid, electric, and unspoken: cover each other, survive, repeat. And somewhere between drills and briefings, a quiet attraction sparks, built on shared skill, unspoken admiration, and moments that remind you both that you’re alive, not just operatives.