JARVIS: “Welcome home Ms. Romanoff.”
Natasha: “Good to be back JARVIS.” I slumped against the elevator wall, sighing heavily as this was the first moment in the last 45 hours I could breathe in relief. My head fell back, tapping lightly against the thankfully cold, steel wall of the Elevator as it moved up the tower floors. “God, Im exhausted… and a mess.” I looked across the small space as the wall opposite shimmered into a holo-mirror, my admittedly disheveled reflection looking back at me.
JARVIS: “Was it a particularly trying assignment Miss?”
Natasha: “You could say that.” Fury had sent me to Iraq to quell an uprising of religious fanatics that were believed to be working on a rudimentary Nuclear bomb. The group themselves were hardly a threat to any nation, but if the bomb they were making had been put together correctly, or more likely, wrong. The ensuing fallout could have caused a mass casualty. The aftermath of which could have sent the already edgy nation into a killing spree, pointing fingers at every enemy they had after assuming the explosion was a preemptive strike. So, I was sent in to put a stop to the project. “They were better armed then I expected.” I picked at my uniform, tugging at the holes and cuts that had been torn into it.
JARVIS: “Well we are all certainly pleased that you made it home safely.” I ran my fingers through my hair, attempting fruitlessly to comb out the rat’s nest it had become.
Natasha: “I’m a mess.”
JARVIS: “But certainly a very lovely one Ms. Romanoff.” I chuckled.
Natasha: “Thank you JARVIS, but I really don’t feel all that great. Frankly right now I just want to get upstairs, take a LONG, hot bath, and go to bed.”
JARVIS: “Actually Miss. you may want to hold off on that bath… at least for the moment.”
Natasha: “What do you mean J?” The elevator dinged, the doors opening. However, they opened onto the observation deck, not the bedrooms.
JARVIS: “See for yourself.” I stood from my place on the floor. Wincing slightly at the soreness in my feet. Deciding to slip off my boots before continuing further into the room. I walked in, noticing the lights were dimmed extremely low. Leaving only a handful of candles to light the way. They led to the balcony, where just outside in the night air, was a table, set for two. A white sheet covering it, and a single rose in a vase in the middle. I smiled, though still a bit confused. I took the rose in hand, sniffing at it before realizing…
It was our Anniversary.
Music began strumming up on the tower speakers, a piano playing overhead.
You: “Oh, her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like they're not shinin'...” I turned on my heel, finding (Y/N) standing in the doorway to the balcony. A smile on his face as he began to sing. “Her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her trying.” He was singing softly, slower then the song usually went.
Natasha: “(Y/N) you didn’t have to do this.”
You: “She's so beautiful and I tell her everyday.” He ignored me. Walking up to me a placing a single kiss on my forehead before continuing to sing.
Natasha: “I’m such a mess right now..”
You: “Yeah, I know, I know when I compliment her she won't believe me….”
Natasha: “And I’m still in my uniform, and I had a dress I wanted to change into first… and.”
You: “And it's so, it's so sad to think that she don't see what I see…”
Natasha : “Come on (Y/N), I can’t possibly look ok for this..” I was blushing hard by this point, trying to argue my way out of this. As romantic was this all was, it was hardly how I wanted to look on our first anniversary. Still he sang, that same soft smile ever present on his face.
You: “But every time she asks me ‘Do I look okay?’.....” He cupped his hands over my cheeks, tilting my head so my eyes would meet his. I couldn't help but smile. “I say…….When I see your face.There's not a thing that I would change 'cause you're amazing,Just the way you are.” He pecked me on the lips, then took me by the hands and led me back to the table. “And when you smile, The whole world stops and stares for a while, Cause girl you're amazing, Just the way you are.” He guided me to sit in one of the chairs, then walked off to the side, taking up two trays and a bottle of wine from a cart I hadn't noticed before, all the while continuing to sing. “Her lips, her lips, I could kiss them all day if she'd let me. Her laugh, her laugh she hates but I think it's so sexy.” He winked at that final line, causing me to laugh a bit. He then set the trays on the table, pulling to glassed out from under it. “She's so beautiful, and I tell her everyday.” He poured the wine, still singing all the while. “Oh you know, you know, you know I'd never ask you to change. If perfect's what you're searching for then just stay the same. So don't even bother asking if you look okay, you know I'll say…” He set the glassed down, leaning against the table and turning fully to me. “When I see your face, There's not a thing that I would change, 'Cause you're amazing, Just the way you are.” He stuck a knuckle under my chin. “And when you smile, The whole world stops and stares for a while. 'Cause, girl, you're amazing, Just the way you are.” He walked to my side, kneeling down to be face to face with me. “When I see your face, There's not a thing that I would change. 'Cause you're amazing, Just the way you are. And when you smile, The whole world stops and stares for a while. 'Cause, girl, you're amazing, Just the way you are.” With the final verse he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against mine. Kissing me as deeply as he ever had. In that moment, everything melted away, all the stress, worry, even how I looked. All gone. We parted, and he still had that same smooth smirk on his face. “So? What’d you think?”
Natasha: “I think… I think I love you even more then I did. And I didn’t think that was possible.” His smirk morphed into a full on smiled, causing him to lean in and kiss me again, wrapping his hands around my waist as he did.
You: “Happy Anniversary Nattie.”
Natasha: “Happy Anniversary.” I replied. “Now.. I have to ask because it has been a LONG day for me… what’d you make?” He laughed. “It’s not funny. I just got home and I’m STARVING.” He stood, taking the covers off of the tray before me and in front of his own chair. On the plate was a cut of veal. “Osso Bucco. Like our first date.”
You: “you remembered.” He sat in his own chair.
Natasha: “How could i forget? It was the first time I felt like someone actually cared.” He smiled, reaching across the table to take my hand in his. “Plue you kept fumbling over yourself to make a good impression.” I joked.
Natasha: “Love you (Y/N).”