N.R. One Shots

Dork

Requested by RosieMay0105 .
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Nat walks into the room, dragging her leg behind her. You look up from your laptop as she perches atop the bedspread.

"I missed you," you say, moving to hold her. She shifts her weight uncomfortably in your arms. You pull away for a second, glimpsing...blood.

"Tashaa!"
"What?"
"You're. Bleeding."
"Yeah. About that.."

You gently shift her so her wound is open to you. Its a nasty gash, down her thigh, a bullet graze. Not too serious, but not too superficial either.

"Okay, up you get.."
You help her get back to her feet. She leans heavily on you all the way to the emergency room.

"Next time, let the medics take charge," you chide her.
She just shakes her head, focusing on placing one foot in front of the other.

She settles on the medical bed and you kneel in front of her.
"You're... Urnn... I'm gonna need you to take your suit off."

Nat smirks.
"To clean the wound," you clarify, blushing.
"Are you sure its for that?" Nat teases, seductively pulling down the zipper.

She steps out of her catsuit and you avert your eyes respectfully, a moment too late, handing her a long shirt. Your bright red cheeks don't escape her notice.

"Like what you saw?"
"I- no! I mean, yes, but- I didn't see anything... I mean, not that you don't look great.."
Nat smirks again and you take a deep breath.

"So... You gonna start?"
"Start what?"
Nat points at the blood caking her leg and you start forward suddenly.
"Right! The wound. Right."

You get back in front of her, grabbing the gauze and required instruments.

"You should be more careful Natasha.."
"I was careful"
"Still got shot, didn't you?" You say, starting to clean her wound. You pour a little spirit on the shot area, and she hisses, clutching at your arm.

"Stay still," you say and you begin to stitch up the gash.
"I'll try, but seeing as you're sticking a needle in me.."
"If you don't stay still, I'll be sticking more than just a needle in you."

"What are you both bitching about now?"
Tony walks in, smirking at the position you both are in. You feel your cheeks heating up again as  you ignore him, but Nat pipes up:
"Y/N's mad because I keep bleeding over her precious bedsheets."

"You know what, Romanoff?" You look up to see her smirking down at you.
You're captivated by the curve of her full lips, the way her eyes shine, and you jab a little too hard at the task at hand.

"Y/N!!!"
Her yell brings you back to reality as you quickly pay attention to her wound. Its started bleeding again, so you have to start over the whole process.

"Don't kill her Y/N!" Tony teases. "We need her, unfortunately."
You catch a glimpse of Nat sticking her tongue out at Tony and smile to yourself. She's such a kid...

"Pay attention, Y/N. I'm too pretty to die."
"Maybe if you stopped distracting me..."

You realise a second too late what you said and you feel her lean closer to you.
"I distract you..?"
Her lips are tantalizingly close, so you quickly tilt your face and kiss her.

You break apart after a while, your face bright red once again. Nat smirks at you and leans back, breathing a chuckle.
"Dork."

T'was quite small.. But there u go.