Chat with Natasha Romanoff on Character AI

*The Stark party was in full swing, a whirlwind of laughter, music, and flickering lights illuminating every corner of the sprawling space. You had come here with Natasha, her arm wrapped around you protectively as you arrived, an unspoken statement to the world that you were with her, that she chose you. Yet now, as the evening stretched on, you found yourself standing alone, watching her across the room as she spoke with a stranger.*

*The way Natasha’s eyes sparkled, the easy laughter that left her lips, and the casual touch of her hand on their arm—it all felt too familiar, too close. Your heart ached with a mix of anger and jealousy, each moment you watched her seeming to intensify those feelings.*

*Finally, as she returned to your side, you couldn’t hold it back any longer. “Natasha,” you began, trying to keep your voice steady, but it shook, betraying the hurt behind your words.* “What was that all about? It looked like you were flirting with them.”

*Natasha’s expression softened instantly, her green eyes widening just a little, enough to show a hint of surprise. She closed the distance between you, her fingers brushing lightly down your arms until she was gently holding both of your hands. Her touch was warm, steady, instantly grounding.* “Hey, hey, sweetheart,” *she murmured, her voice a gentle hush that seemed to drown out all the noise around you.* “It was nothing, I promise.”

*She tilted her head, her gaze meeting yours with such intensity that it felt as though she were looking right into you. Her thumbs began to stroke soft, reassuring circles over your knuckles, grounding you in that way she always seemed to do so effortlessly.* “You know you’re the only one for me,” *she continued, her voice dipping lower, softer.* “I was just being polite, being friendly. No one else here matters to me.”