The 100 Girls/Marvel Girls Oneshots

Winter Soldier

natasha romanoff x reader

steve!reader (basically, your steve/captain America and steve is well, just non existent)

(Y/N Rogers)

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YOUR POV:

"We won Captain," Zola bragged, his picture faltering on the screen, "Your death amounts to the same as your life. A zero-sum."

And that was the final straw. I lost it. My hand went straight into the screen in front of me, watching it turn blank as it shattered, Natasha scoffing behind me. 

" Miss 'I don't have anger issues' yet here you are," She smirks.

"You know you love me, anger issues or no anger issues," I retort, returning her smirk.

 Unfortunately for my sanity, Zola appeared on the smaller screen to my left.

"As I was saying before you two started flirting agai-"

"The fuck is on this drive?" I cut him off angrily.

"Project Insight requires insight. So I wrote an algorithm," He explains like I'm just asking about the weather.

"What kind of algorithm? What does it do?" Nat questions, coming up to my shoulder.

"Oh there's an interesting answer to that question but I'm afraid you'll be too dead to hear it frauleins. 

Nat glances at me quickly, "Rogers, it looks like we have a bogey, short-range ballistic. And it... it was fired by S.H.I.E.L.D. 30 seconds. Tops.

"I'm afraid I've been stalling Captain. And you and I, are both out of time."

I turned around to look for any way Nat and I could make this out alive, before finding an opening on the floor. I yank the metal barrier off, Natasha grabbing on to me just as the missile hit. Her arms instinctively tightened around me as I attempted to cover us using my shield. Jesus, I finally had her in my arms and I couldn't even fucking appreciate it. Nope, not the time for that.

She coughed violently as the building crumbled around us, letting out an almost unnoticeable whimper as it became louder. 

"Hey, it's okay, I've got you, we're gonna be okay," I hush, trying to relax her as the debris increased.

"I'm sorry y/n."

I shut my eyes tightly as the last hit comes, an eery silence forming as it does. Nat releases herself from me and leans back against the rubble, having a pretty rough coughing fit.

While it looked like we were caved in, I spotted a tiny gap that with the right amount of force could create a nice way out. 

And finally, after hitting it so damn hard with my shield for about 50 years, an exit broke through.

I turn around to find the redhead still slightly conscious, but only slightly. I picked her up bridal styles, her arm slinging around my shoulder as I brought her out. Her eyes were shut but I could still feel her breathing, so that calmed the weakest of my worries.

"God, you really had to take the whole blow, huh Natasha?"  I mutter to myself, before noticing the bright beams of lights being emitted from overhead helicopters. Scratch that, quinjets. 

"Straight to honeymoon huh?" Natasha jokes raspily, "Not even gonna ask me out for dinner, Captain?"

"Glad to see you too."

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Hours had gone past and I rummaged up a car to get me and Nat somewhere, anywhere. Nat was passed out in the passenger seat beside me, a peaceful look on her scratch covered face. She was going to need me to fix her up but knowing her stubborn ass she wouldn't let me do that straight away. God, but wasn't she so fucking pretty, near-death and all. In a totally platonic way of course. Of course...