Barbie Dreams by Niki Manja

A/N: Okay so if you know this song then you know I had to do some editing swear word wise. That said I really only took out and changed a few curse words so, if you don't like the song or songs like this then skip to the next chapter. Also, this is totally just a thing I wrote for myself. I can't hear this song without thinking about her, it just has such BAMF energy. The ending gets a bit wonky cause the ending of the song doesn't really have much to change. So, again, this one was totally a selfish one for me, I don't blame anyone who doesn't like it.

Natasha had been in a foul mood all day and this hadn't changed when they went to B.A.R. a SHIELD owned bar in New York opened and ran by a retired agent. Eventually, the number of active agents going to B.A.R. made it necessary in Fury's eye to make sure that only those affiliated with Shield and the Avengers were allowed access. Since it's founding the Avengers and many agents treated it as a home away from home. The karaoke night every Friday wasn't the only reason… but it was a big one. The number of drunk agents whose main passion was theatre or music was honestly astounding.

On normal nights, when all the Avengers were there and in a good mood, Tony would lead them all in a drinking game where the loser would be forced to do a karaoke of the winner's choice. Tonight, they were still drinking and joking, but Natasha sitting sulking at the end of the table listening to other agents' conversations really seemed to dampen the mood.

Earlier in the week, Clint had thought it would be funny to start showing PDA with Natasha, just to see her jumpy and how long it would take before she beat him. In fairness, he was doing it with the other Avengers as well. And he was right, it was funny, especially when the others joined in. That is until agents began to spread rumors most of which circulated around Natasha.

Normally it was easy for her to ignore rumors about her being a slut and sleeping with everyone, but for some reason, they were getting to her. She figured it was because of how bold they were being in their gossip about her. In the past when she would make her presence known all conversation would automatically stop. Now they just lowered their voices to a whisper and pointed not-so-covertly as she walked past. This level of disrespect was unacceptable.

"Nat," Clint sighed making her zone back into the table. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think they'd make up so much shit about you. What can I do to make it better?"

Natasha's eyes slid to the small rickety stage with mic and speakers on it. "Be a hype man." She answered standing up she walked to the stage sending a smile to the table as she went. She spoke to the MC behind the bar then walked her way to the stage, pulling up and sitting on an old stool people used for ballads.

"Aaaaaand up next with have Natasha Romanoff, AKA, The Black Widow, singing Barbie Dreaaaaaaams." He yelled, pushing a button for the music to start as he pointed at her.

Natasha smiled as the snickers and scoffs went up around the bar. "Uh, mmm, kyuh

R.I.P. to B.I.G. Classic shit." She smiled, holding the mic in one hand as she leaned forward. "I'm lookin' for a man to give some babies. A handful of Tony, sprinkle of Stevie. Man, I ain't got no type like Bucky and Brucey. But if he can't fuck three times a night, peace!"

The bar was silent, all eyes on her. "I tried to fuck Fury for a powerful hour. But all that man wanna do is talk Power for hours. B-beat the pussy up, make sure it's a K-O. Step your banks up like you're movin' that yayo."

"Holy shit did she just say-"

"Somebody go and make sure Pepper Pots okay, though. I heard she think I'm tryna give the coochie to Stark. They always wanna beat it up, goon up the pussy. Man, maybe I should let him autotune up the pussy." She waved a hand with the roll of her eye.

Tony coughed on his drink. "Excuse I'm supposed to what to her?"

"All these Spider Boy's be lyin' and shit. Man, these Fury Wanna Be's stay eyein' my shit. Stark worth a hundred mill, he always buyin' me shit. But I don't know if the pussy wet or if he cryin' and shit." Natasha winked at him.

"Why does she keep coming for me?" Tony asked turning to the table.

"Banner still be in my DMs, I be havin' to duck him," Natasha shrugged. ""I used to pray for times like this" face-ass when I fuck him."

"Oh great it's my turn," Bruce sighed.

"Man, Bucky is my baby, he ain't takin' a L," She winked at James, who cautiously waved back. "But he took it literally when I said "Go to hell"."

James sighed. "I fucking knew it was coming."

"Used to fuck with Thor Odinson, I ain't addressin' this shit. C-caught him in my dressing room, stealin' dresses and shit. I used to give this 'god' with a lisp tests and shit. How you want the pu-thy? Can't say your S's and shit, uh," She smiled over to him.

Thor huffed. "I never took any dresses, only looked at them."

"I remember when I used to have a crush on Captian US. Shoutout Barton 'cause he made it out of special ed." She sent him a middle finger as he sent her one. "You wanna fuck me, you gotta give some special head. 'Cause this pussy have these men on some special meds."

"Did she have this all planned?" Bruce asked. "What the hell?"

"Like Hulk, he was bitin' my shit. Talkin' 'bout, "Yo, why you got these heroes fightin' and shit?" On the, on the real, I should make these heroes scrap for the pussy." Natasha sent a smile over to Sharon who was sitting open-mouthed at the table with her friends. "Agent 13 and Captian Marvel, get the strap for this pussy, uh. And I woulda had Black Panther bangin' the cake 'Til I saw him hoppin' out of cars dancin' to Drake."

"This is peak entertainment," Clint smiled clapping his hands.

"I been a five-star bitch, man, word to Falcon. I'ma do that Ant-Man dirty, word to Wasp. Had to cancel Ant-Man, boy, we ain't speakin'. Ain't no fat man tellin' me what he ain't eatin'," She rolled her eyes. "Thor and Cap with the hammer yellin', "Gang! Gang!". This ain't what I meant when I said a gang bang.

"Loki want a ménage, I said "tre-way". Curved him and went the Stark and Potts way." Natasha leaned back smiling. "Em, cop the Widow Dreamhouse, then you can play the part. I-I ain't tryna bust it open in a trailer park."

"Holy shit," Sam laughed. "She just-"

"You know I'm all 'bout them dollars. I be supportin' them scholars. I let him give me some brain, but he wanted me to ride it. So I said, "Fuck it, I'm in". He wanna cut like a trim. And if he act like he know, I let him fuck it again." She let out a light giggle. "I got them bars, I'm indicted. I'm poppin', I'm uninvited. I said, "Just lick on the clitoris, boy, don't fuckin' bite it". I ride his dick in a circle. I turn Hulk into Bruce. I go arounds and arounds and I'ma go down in slow motion. The-then I pick it up, look at it. I said, "Daddy, come get at it," uh. Yellow brick road, he said that I am a wiz at it. Yeah, they want it, want it. You know I flaunt it, flaunt it." Natasha stood up on the small stage.

"I'm a trendsetter, everything I do, they do. Yeah, I put 'em up on it, on it. ¡Dimelo, papi, papi! Yo quiero sloppy, sloppy. I'll give it to you if you beat it up like Deadpool. I-I-I-I'ma kill 'em with the shoe. No ceiling is in the roof. And I'm big, give me the loot. 12 cylinders in the coupe," Natasha smiled. "I get dome with the chrome, no tellin' when I'ma shoot. I just bang, bang, bang, real killas is in my group. Gorillas is in my unit, vacationin' where it's humid. And I shine, shine, shine, got diamonds all in my cubans." She smiled at the gaping mouths of the audience.

"I'm in LA Times more than when Hydra lootin'. And my flow spit crack, I think that agents usin'. He done bodied everybody, in closing, these bitches losin'. Usin', usin' up, a bitch movin'. No, I ain't stuttered and no, I ain't Barton. Damn, a bitch snoozin'. Shoutout to my Jews, l'chaim, Scarlett Witch. Big fat titties, yes, they be protrudin' I be like, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, bring the lube in." Natasha pushed her chest up higher. "I be like, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, bring the lube in."

She walked off the stage, setting the mic on the chair as she walked through the near-silent bar back to her tables. "I feel better," She smiled down at all her friends. "I'm turning in for the night. See you all at the Tower."

Dreams of fuckin' one of these little Heros

I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (Widow's dreams)

Dreams of fuckin' one of these little Heros

I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (W-W-W-Widow dreams)

Dreams of fuckin' one of these little Heros

I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (W-W-W-Widow, W-W-W-Widow dreams)

Dreams of fuckin' one of these little Heros (Widow dreams)

I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (W-W-W-Widow dreams)

(Widow Dreams)

I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (W-W-W-Widow, W-W-W-Widow dreams)