I decided to do a one-shot series with random pairings all through the Marvel universe. It is mostly about characters out of Avengers but X-Men and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. characters will also make random appearances.
The selection of the characters is quite random. Promps are songs randomly selected by shuffling my playlists. The range goes from friendship to quick encounters to romance.
However I am happy to accept any promp (song or not) or suggestion for a pairing.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Closer or Meeting again
Song: Closer by The Chainsmokers
Pairing: Double Black (Black Widow x Black Panther)
Genre: Romance
Setting: slightly AU, before BP and potentially WS
"Nakia, I really don't feel like going out right now", T'Challa groaned into his phone. He was tired, he was bruised and he really couldn't be bothered moving off his bed right now. However, his ex-girlfriend didn't really seem to care. She had been calling three times now, trying to get him to go down to the bar of the hotel where they were currently staying. "Please T'Challa, I want some drinks and I could use some company as well", the woman kept on trying to convince him. Silently cursing as all his muscles seemed to protest, the prince got up and changed into a clean dress shirt and dark jeans. Checking his reflection in the mirror, he was quite satisfied with what he saw. He closed the door behind him and made his way down the elegant staircase to the hotel lobby, then to the bar. The dark-skinned girl was nowhere to be seen, it was confusing. Why call him here and then run off? He knew she could be mean sometimes but right now there was really no reason for it. Just when he was about to take out his phone and call her again, a woman who had been sitting on a bar stool turned around. Green eyes bore into brown ones and he felt his heart stutter in his chest.
She was still as beautiful as the day she had run off and gone radio silent, a dark moonless night four years ago. He still remembered waking up alone. And now she was here, sitting at the bar not doing anything, just looking pretty. Even though she was great at covering up her true thoughts and feelings, he could sense that she recognised him too. But instead of making a move, she was waiting patiently for him to go first. Like a spider, like a black widow. Sure, he could just leave, but something drew him back to her, to that enigma that was Talia Romes. Or whatever her name was. Any thought of Nakia forgotten, he moved closer, like a predator chasing his prey. But was he really the predator here? Or was that the woman in front of him?
Taking a seat on a stool next to her, his eyes never left hers. "Talia", he started, not knowing what else to say. "Prince T'Challa", she replied smoothly, "I've heard you had quite an adventurous day." She leaned forward and touched the bruise on his left cheekbone. It was so short and soft, like the wing of a butterfly, that he wasn't sure if it had actually happened. He shrugged his shoulder. "Somebody wanted to get to me, but I'll live." The woman nodded thoughtfully. "So I was told. I am glad you are okay though", she added, seeming surprised herself that she just said that. "Why would you care?", the man asked, anger slipping into his voice, "you left in the middle of the night without any explanation. It didn't look as if you cared." Now the woman gave him a small sad smile. "I had already stayed longer than I should. And I never give reasons. I couldn't make an exception." When she saw his frown, she added:" Even though I would have liked to."
After a short silence, the prince started again. "Did you know I was here?" She just nodded. "You did a good job keeping it low, but even then one can find you. I was in the area and thought I might say hello." Who was this woman and who was she working for? T'Challa started to look around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Nakia- but nothing. Talia smiled slightly. "Nakia won't come, she promised me not to interrupt our...conversation." Emitting a low growl, the prince stared her down. "What have you done to her.?" "Nothing, I just asked her for this favour. She still owes me one. Call her if you must."
Something told him she was not lying but to be sure, he called his partner. Nakia picked up after the first ring. "So how is your date going?", she asked, sounding unbelievably smug. "You okay?", the prince asked in return, genuinely confused. "Yeah, I'm okay but you have to air some dirty laundry I think", she answered, "have fun with Nat!" Then she ended the call, leaving behind a slightly helpless prince. He looked at the redhead, finding her sipping a martini. "Okay, maybe we should start at the beginning. I am Natasha", she said, offering him a hand. Now he had two possibilities: Accepting her offer or just leave. And always wonder who she was and what they could have been. "T'Challa, nice to meet you", he answered, taking her hand and kissing it lightly. She could not hide the shiver that ran over her arms and he bit back a smirk. Good to know that he still had this effect on her.
Stumbling into the hotel room, he pressed her against the closest wall while kicking the door shut at the same time. She moaned when he kissed her hardly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him as close as possible. When they broke apart to breathe, they were both panting heavily, pupils wide with desire. Natasha was beautiful and so small against his broad frame, but even in his current state his instincs told him that she was dangerous. He was playing with fire and he loved every second of it. His hands skimmed over her arms up to the small straps of her emerald dress, teasing. He kissed his way from her mouth to her collarbone and to his delight, she tilted her head to the side, allowing him better access. Her hands were wandering into his short hair, messing it up while he pulled the straps down with his teeth. "So impatient my prince", Natasha practically purred while trying to maintain as much physical contact as possible. The Wakandian turned her around so swiftly that she had to brace her hands against the wall not to fall. Slowly, he pulled the zipper down until the dress moved past her hips and pooled around her feet. Controllng every move, the assassin turned and stepped towards him again. Her fingertips traced the shape of his collar bones until they fisted into his shirt. "I hope you are not too attached to this", she murmured before simply ripping it, sending buttons fly everywhere. A bit startled, T'Challa stared at her, then he picked her up and carried her through the suite to the bedroom. Her crimson hair looked beautiful splayed out over the silky white sheets, like a flame threatening to consume him. They had been at this point before and it had brought him a lot of heartache, but she had also ruined him in the best of ways. If he could have her only one more time - Well, he would be a fool not to take this chance. Sure, she would be gone in the morning. But he would make damn sure that Natasha remembered that night.
"Woman, you fucked me up", he murmered when they were drifting in the afterglow, her head on his chest. "And not only literally. I never forgot you." Natasha was so quiet that he thought she must be sleeping, until she raised her head to look him in the eye. "I'm not relationship material", she admitted quietly, "I am not who you should stick around with." Just when he wanted to respond, a phone ringed. Suddenly a 100% alert, Natasha jumped up and ran over to the door where her purse and her phone had ended up. The prince slowly made his way towards her, trying to keep his eyes fixed on her face and not wander to the hickeys that now decorated the rest of her body. Natasha was in professional mode, it sounded as if she was getting orders as she answered with "copy that" a few times. When she finished the call, she looked at him, deadly serious. "T'Challa we have to go. Now! Other even more dangerous people want to get to you. They know your exact location. We have to get you to a safehouse. I will inform Nakia as well. There is only one advantage for us: They don't know I am with you." When the redhead smiled evily, the prince raised an eyebrow. "How can I trust you? I have no idea who you really are!" "I guess I deserve that. But I am with S.H.I.E.L.D. and our job is to protect important people such as you." Out of her purse she pulled a badge and showed it to him. "And currently I am your best shot to survive. Now get dressed, we really have to move!"
He didn't know why, but somehow he didn't think she was lying. When he was dressed and turned around, his jaw dropped. Natasha had pulled some of his clothes out of the wardrobe and put them on. "What?", she asked, not the least bit ashamed, "do you think fighting in a dress is easier?" To be fair, he had never thought that a woman with loose sweatpants, a shirt tucked into them and high heels could look so sexy that he would like to do really dirty things to her. Again. She picked up her purse and took a gun out of it. People looked at them a bit weirdly when they basically ran through the lobby and outside. Natasha grabbed his hand and pulled him towards a dark SUV. "Get inside, I'll drive!" She drove the way she had kissed him before: Dirty, fast and without looking around.
They parked in an empty street and got out, then he followed her around a corner. Once in front of a grey house in a small alleyway, the agent knocked three times. The door opened straight away and revealed the African spy standing in the doorway. Nakia urged them inside, but the Russian stayed where she was. "No, I am going after that guy. You stay here. I'll be back soon." Before the prince could do anything else, she had already disappeared into the night. He was genuinely concerned about her but tried not to let it show. Instead he turned to his companion. "What do you know about her?" Nakia shrugged her shoulders. "Next to nothing. Works for S.H.I.E.L.D. now, KGB before. I think her last name is Romanoff. That's all." They sat in silence on the mattress that lay in one of the mostly empty rooms. The sun was already rising when someone kocked at the door. In an instant, T'Challa was on his feet and opened the door.
Natasha walked in, barefoot and bruised but otherwise she didn't seem to be harmed severely. When she noticed the look the prince gave her, she rolled her eyes. "I'm okay, he only killed my shoes. But you should see the other guy. S.H.I.E.L.D. will deal with the clean-up so you are good to go." Nakia grinned at the other two. "I am going back to the hotel and catch up on some sleep. Have fun you two. T'Challa you know when the flight leaves." Laughing lightly, she walked out on the street.
"Is this what you call a safehouse?", the prince broke the silence, pointing at the small chamber they were standing in. Nat just shrugged her shoulders. "Best address in this part of the city. Also you haven't seen the secret storage. So what are you going to do now?" Instead of an answer, he covered her mouth with his, kissing her passionately. His hands were roaming over her body as if to make sure that she was really with him. After a while of making out like teenagers, Natasha pulled away. "Come on let's go somewhere else. Agents might come and check the safehouse and I'd rather not traumatize the rookies for the rest of their lives." He gave her a predatory smirk and nodded, opening the door. On the way to the car they were holding hands, fingers firmly interlaced.
Even though the plan had been to drive back to the hotel, they somehow ended up on the backseat of the SUV, Natasha in his lap. Her (or rather his shirt) on the floor. Kissing his way down her neck, he nipped at her shoulder. He really liked the tattoo she had got during the last four years. Now, she would also have his mark there tomorrow. "Your majesty, aren't we a bit too old to get caught screwing a girl in the back of a car?", Natasha asked, laughing. After a short silence, the prince pulled her even closer. "Darling, I think you could never grow older! And who says we are going to get caught?"
I hope you liked this first one-shot with a rather unusual pairing. Let me know what you think and who else you'd like to see (together).