Hello once more
I decided to write up another fic featuring Peter/Natasha pairing with hopefully forcing the SpiderWidow plot bunny to remain quiet.
This takes place after Spider-Man No Way Home, and Black Widow film, Hawkeye, etc. is not canon I'm using.
I hope you enjoy my story.
Apartment
Blinking, Natasha lets her eyes open gradually, taking in familiar surroundings before looking down at her naked, striking body barely covered by sheets, then glances over to the other individual. Peter Parker, who is equally attractive nude, sleeping with an arm across Romanov's body.
Grinning, Natasha thinks back to a year ago now, when they officially met in person. Of course, Peter or her don't really count meeting at a distance during the airport fight.
Flashback – street in New York, late April
Dressed in a green, lightweight coat with a dark color tank top, pants, and boots, yet her skintight Widow suit is underneath, Natasha Romanov casually walks down a near-empty sidewalk. There's an old newspaper vendor who is still surviving, despite cellphones, iPads and everything, a respect for old paper remains. A couple leaving a restaurant, one man hurrying to somewhere important and few others. No threats, yet.
A paranoia that never goes away. Yesterday was at Clint's where spent a couple of days just adjusting to being alive once more, and so did the Barton family. Natasha's really not sure why she is alive and unsure of what exactly to do now either. Going back to being an Avenger? Well, hardly any left.
Clint's retired, Sam's still around as Captain America, Rhodes is semi-active as War Machine and Bruce Banner disappeared. Scott Lang and Hope Pym are operational, but that's it. Thor, Wanda with Carol Danvers are all off in varying locations, unreachable.
Briefly, thoughts drift towards Steve yet feels mostly anger towards him running back to Peggy Carter. The woman who helped HYDRA into SHIELD, and left all his family. Like understands losing Tony, and her, with everything else these pasts, only it's running away. Of course, Natasha figures shouldn't be casting stones given her habits.
Yet fully leaves her musing upon hearing gunshots before seeing somebody tossed through a window onto the pavement in a nearby alleyway. Rushing in Natasha does two things, first stops to recognize the figure is Spider-Man still alive, yet in a different outfit than last time, and second looks up to see two thugs looking down with firearms.
Removing dual concealed knives, the Black Widow throws them one-handed into the men's necks dropping them lifelessly. Meanwhile, Spider-Man despite a fall, glass in his suit, a few cuts on his upper body, and a damaged eye piece lifts himself off the pavement. Quietly Natasha confesses it is impressive.
"Hello, I'm… wait am I seeing things? This is not another Beck illusion or multiverse mess, is it? Cause don't take this the wrong way, but you're supposed to be dead? Not that you know being alive isn't also good, but… I'm going to shut up now" Spider-Man says.
"You're fine, Peter, was it?" Natasha inquiries.
Blinking "Um, how on earth do you even remember me? Nobody is supposed to" Peter says.
"What do you mean by that?" Natasha replies.
"Not now. I've got to stop Miles Warren otherwise known as The Jackal, who runs a human trafficking operation into Canada. Somewhat links up into Montreal which is darkly ironic given the mafia used that location to smuggle drugs into the US" Peter explains "And has been attempting to get a pipeline established with a Mexico gang into the south."
"Do you know where he's going to be?" Natasha asks.
"Oh, Warren's a local college professor, I know where to find him. No, there's a shipment coming in tonight, and I know where that's going to be. Or well hopefully" Peter replies.
"Hopefully?" Natasha asks.
"They are in the same place, which I got from the laptop upstairs. See you," Peter says.
"Let me lend a hand. Better to have some backup and you are injured" Natasha says.
"Nah I'm good on both. I work alone nowadays, and I've had worse" Peter replies.
"You realize I'll just track you down, right? I'm very determined when I want something" Natasha says.
"I bet, and" Peter says exhaling "I'll try to not enjoy this too much."
"What? Taking me for a swing?" Natasha replies in amusement.
"Oh, crap I said that out loud? Uh, oops?" Peter questions nervously.
"You're fine. I promise I won't cut something off or anything. After all, you are a teenager" Natasha says.
"I'm twenty-one. Been a few years following the Statue of Liberty mess. Even older if you take into account The Snap" Peter replies, "I'm no kid."
Natasha quietly concludes that no Peter is not as he quickly wraps an arm around her waist before launching them into the air and across the city. Seems to let her body relax into his embrace which is surprising to her, or pressed up against Spider-Man makes the fact of how attractive he is more obvious.
Briefly, his age, compared to hers, does cross Romanov's mind yet it doesn't seem to bother Peter. Nevertheless, Natasha shoves those thoughts aside yet looks around appreciating the city. At least trying as it blurs past.
Warehouse
Daniel Brito pulling out a knife from a chest sheath examines it for a moment glancing towards Jackson Brice, Raymond Bloch a six-foot, well-built man weighing at least 260 pounds of pure muscle. Frederick Foswell and his daughter Janice Foswell are also in the room somewhere.
"Hey Montana, you like them new guns?" Daniel asks.
"Yeah, I am, thinking of getting little lassos imprinted on the grips," Jackson says.
"Why not use a real one?" Raymond proposes.
Rolling his eyes "What are we in? A superhero comic book? We're not fighting no Avengers or some rubbish" Jackson replies.
"No, you're fighting me" a voice growls from above.
While looking up it's already too late given Spider-Man swings down kicking Raymond straight in his chest cracking ribs, and probably a few other bones quickly rendering him out of the fight. Landing Jackson tries using his weapons yet is pointless since Spider-Man pins his hands to Brice's body using webs and takes the man out with a single punch.
Daniel pulls out two knives only having dropped down behind, Natasha in her full Black Widow suit, gives a hard kick to Brito's head rendering the enforcer unconscious.
Picking up movement in the corner of her eye, Natasha reaches out firing off two widow blasts hitting Frederick, and Janice Foswell dropping both to the dirty, concrete floor. Glancing over sees Peter staring at her, though given Parker's mask is hard to tell exactly what's on his face.
"That was so cool," Peter says excitedly then quietly "Kind of hot too. I feel a little like Smith's Doctor with River."
Natasha grins having been eyeing up the younger man as well before both venturing over to a nearby cargo container filled with people inside. Spider-Man follows behind reaching the doors, and Natasha frowns sightly upon it being a padlock.
"Don't worry, that's an easy fix" Peter says.
Spider-Man casually breaks the lock forcing the doors open while they stand there looking into the dark container of people from all ages huddled as a group. Anger bubbles within Natasha for this kind of treatment, something she's suffered personally from inside Red Room, and Peter regarding inhuman filth who treats people like this.
"Just another night," Peter says quietly.
Stepping in Spider-Man and Natasha do their best to comfort the survivors inside. After a couple of minutes, the enhanced vigilante uses a thug's phone to send a tip to NYPD dispatch requesting police cars, and plenty of ambulances. Following sticking around long enough to hear the approaching sirens Spider-Man and Black Widow disappear into the night.
Later the vigilantes managed to find Miles Warren attempting to use a train to flee and gift-wrapped him for NYPD.
Apartment – present day
Natasha runs a hand along Peter's chest enjoying the feeling of his skin underneath her fingers, including the warmth alongside as the enhanced vigilante quietly becomes awake. Looking over Peter smiles at Natasha with care, and love in his eyes.
"Morning," Peter says quietly.
"Hey, my spider" Natasha replies in Russian.
"You okay?" Peter asks.
"Just thinking about when we first met," Natasha says.
"Ah fond memories," Peter says, "I think we started to fall for one another that night."
Smiling Natasha leans in kissing Peter who returns it eagerly, and passionately while the red-headed woman straddles his hips causing them to groan. Black Widow rests her hands on Peter's shoulders while he runs his hands up her chest, and one through Romanov's neck-length hair, playing with some strands. Following a few moments they break off.
"You let me fall for you without even realizing it just by being you, how you care. And by the time I did realize I didn't want to let you go," Natasha says softly cupping his cheek.
"I fell for you because you do care beneath everything. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met" Peter says quietly.
A smile crosses Natasha's face as Peter leans up kissing her lips as she returns it, and in a moment the brown-haired man flips over. Groaning Natasha lets Peter have full access to her mouth while they run their hands all along each other's naked bodies.
Removing attention from Romanov's mouth Peter makes his way down to Natasha's chest before journeying further downwards all the while she gasps letting her fingers through his hair.