Professor Romanova∼Natasha Romanoff

Chapter 4∼What happened?

AN- Just an fyi, I'm gonna try to update every other day if I can. If I don't, I probably had something going on and will update soon. I'll try to write as often as I can!

I'm not going to do Nat's POV of every interaction I'm only doing the ones that need it. 

Also last thing: when nat says "she" or "her", she'll always be refering to the reader. I don't really wanna use Y/n, so i'm just gonna have nat address the reader in her pov using female pronouns. 

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That evening I texted Natasha to let her know I was feeling a lot better thanks to her help. 

Natasha

Hey Natasha! I just wanted to let you know I'm feeling a lot better now. 

Thank you so much for your help! 

Of Course! I'm happy your feeling well

I just emailed you tomorrow's notes and assignment, all you need to do is go over the notes. Don't worry about the worksheet ;)

K. Got it! Thanks

By the next day, I felt completely better. No headache, no sore throat, no cough. Absolutely fine. I even got to catch up on some sleep, since Natasha didn't make me get up for her class.

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natasha pov

When she walked into class that day, she seemed extremely tried and worn out. I greeted her like I always do, but I kept a close eye on her to make sure she was alright. When I went around to collect the work, she didn't have it. I let her off the hook. Again. I couldn't possibly be upset with her. As soon as I turned off the lights and started the film, she was asleep. I knew I probably should have woken her up, but she was just so adorable sleeping on the desk. I knew she needed the rest too. So I let it go. 

Once everyone had left, I walked over to her and shook her awake. I suggested that we go get coffee down the street to avoid the upcoming lecture. A little secret: there was no upcoming lecture. I just needed to be with her in some environment outside of school. 

While we were eating our food, I discovered that she was getting sick. Being the absolute angel she is, she allowed me to take care of her. And I loved every minute of it. 

I drove to a local store to get what I needed to take care of her. I got into the backseat next to her, gave her some medicine, and took her temperature. I let her just relax in her seat for a couple minutes, before I had an idea. 

"Why don't I put my number in your phone so you can text me later and let me know if you're alright?" She agreed and I reached across her to grab her phone. Her phone background was a photo of her and some girl all cuddled up close. "Girlfriend?" I asked. I didn't mean to sound so jealous. I knew I had no right to be; we were nothing more than a teacher and a student. Yet, I still sighed in relief when she told me it was just her roommate. 

A couple minutes later, I checked on her again. I brushed some hair out of her face and let my hand linger on her cheek. Even in her sick form, she still looked beautiful. I started to move in closer to her, our faces just a few inches apart. Suddenly, she turned to cough.

As she pulled away, a million thoughts ran through my head.  "She doesn't like you." "You took it too far."  "That was totally inappropriate." "She's sick! She can't kiss you. She wanted to though." "She's a student. You'll get fired."