Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway// Blackhill

"I don't think anyone could love me," Natasha says flippantly, but Maria can tell there's truth behind the joke.

"Why do you say that?" Maria asks, looking at Natasha quizzically.

Natasha shrugs, sighing as she looks down. "I'm not exactly loveable."

Maria's expression softens for a split second before turning into an amused smirk. "I guess that makes two of us."

OR

How Natasha Romanoff and Maria Hill fell in love (and how the Avengers, and Fury, helped)