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Multiple men and women gathered around the large table in the lit meeting room, legs bouncing, fingers twitching even sweat stained were forming slowly while their boss sat at the head of the table, reading through their proposal closely, listening to their rehearsed speech one by one. Y/N Y/L/N, the infamous head of the Avengers, leader with members all over the world, a little agreement like theirs could benefit them greatly.
It was when you was about to speak up when there was a knock on the door, "Come in." , you said plainly. Natasha Romanoff or now Natasha Y/L/N, walked into the room timidly with her head tilted to her shoes, not to say she wasn't confident but she knew you were working, if it wasn't urgent, she would not even step close towards the meeting room. She stood at the entrance of the door while looking at you for permission. Your expression turned soft, pushing your chair backwards, "Come here honey, tell me what's wrong." , you said, patting your thigh. A walk mixed with a shuffle and her regular walk and a faint blush painted her full cheeks.
She sat on your lap sideways with her arms looped around your neck with your arms wrapped around her waist. Both of you were in your own worlds until someone whispered a little too loudly, "Look at bitch, I'd tap that, bet she's a gold digger." . Suddenly the original tension in the room grew tenfold, the other men who eyed your wife up and down were smart enough to keep their mouth shut. Everyone's eyes was on you as your jaw clenched, your soft expression pointed at your wife turned livid.
"James." , you broke the silence. Your guard that stood at the corner of the corner walked a step forward, "Yes, boss? " , he asked. "Take my wife out for lunch, use my card, send Steven and Clinton in here." , you ordered. Natasha took the hint, standing up to kissed your lips briefly before walking out of the door with Bucky right behind her, escorting her out of the tense room, it wasn't the first time someone made a rude comment about her and if she knew you well, which she think she does, nothing she'd say would lighten their fate from what's about to come. Just before the door shut behind Bucky, Steve pushed it open with Clint following behind, sending Natasha a nod.
It had been almost 2 hours later when Natasha and Bucky made their way back towards the building, in a conversation with bags of food in hand but they were stopped when Steve and Clint walked out with a body bag on each shoulder, sending a tense smile to the pair, heading towards the elevator. Bucky raised his hand in front of Natasha before stepping into the meeting room he left earlier to check the surrounding, knowing the boss doesn't like their wife seeing a mess. Bucky nodded to her, letting her know the coast was clear before stepping aside with his head bowed down with habit of respect.
As Natasha walked in nervously, she saw you in your slightly unbuttoned long sleeve button-down, sitting on the chair at the head of the table. You rolled up your sleeves and patted your thigh, sending a fond smile her way. She sat down and resumed the position like when she came in the first time but now her head tucked on your shoulder. "I-I didn't mean to walk in, in your meeting. I-I was just having a bad day and I just... wanted you." , Natasha sniffled after a pause. You shushed her, your hand moved in a soothing motion up and down her back, "Shh shh shh, honey. It wasn't your fault, I'm sorry I sent you away. I had... something to deal with." , you told her. Your wife tilted her head upwards to meet your eyes, her own eyes brimmed red with tears, "You killed them, didn't you? ", she whispered. You sighed, "Yes I did. No one and I mean no one can talk to my wife like that. Those who do deserves punishment." . You guided her to stand, holding her hand before walking out the door, telling everyone you'd be going home for the day, walking towards your car. Opening the passenger side for your wife, shutting the door, getting into the driver side yourself. The ride back home was sat in a comfortable silence, one of your hands on Natasha's thigh, thumb caressing her thigh with her hand on top of yours.
Parking the car, both of you got into the house, Natasha was about to head into the kitchen before you gripped her waist. "What are you doing, honey? I was going to make dinner for you." , your wife asked in confusion. "We'll order in tonight, let me take care of you, baby." , you carried her bridal style towards the large master bedroom, causing a squeal out of Natasha, her blush not going away despite the amount of times you've carried her , setting her on the marble counter top, you move towards the large tub and began filling it up with water to the perfect temperature, pouring in her favorite products into the bath before making your way back to your wife, who's deep in thought.
You used your finger to lift her chin up to see a pout, "What's on your mind, bubba? " , you asked softly. "Do people think I'm a gold digger, I-I didn't marry you for money and what they say about my body..." , Natasha started crying after she stuttered her thoughts out loud. "Listen to me, Nat. I know you didn't marry me for money. I love spoiling my wife, I'm allowed to spend money on or for you. Don't listen to those idiot press or people who talk about you, alright? I love you for you and I know you love me for me. That's all it matters, alright love? " , you comforted your wife.
You kissed her tenderly before slowly helping her out of her clothes while she helped you get out of your clothes, you wrapped your arms around her waist, her legs immediately wrapped themselves around your bare body. You turned the tap off and dipped your toes in the water to make sure it was perfect before slowly sitting down with Natasha on your lap into the bathtub. You massaged her pressure points on her back all while her head was laying on your shoulder with her eyes closed. You felt her fingertips lightly tracing over the scars over your body she already jotted into memory.
"I love you, Natasha. I won't stand by people who talk badly about you. I will not stand by anyone who dares lays a finger on you. I will try my damn hardest to protect you like I promised. I love you so much." , you whispered into the quiet atmosphere. You held her closer into your chest, this moment was perfect, in a warm bath after a long day with your wife on your lap snuggling with you. "I love you too, thank you for everything, I'm so thankful that I got to marry you." , Natasha whispered in the same volume.
Those who dares speaks poorly of the boss's wife, may their fate be sealed. The boss will not hesitate to use their power, words nor weapons to punish those that do.