No Feelings Attached [N. Romanoff × Female Reader]

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐸𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛

Remember how I became the rope to keep the Avengers together, and how Tony said it was suicidal? Well, guess what, I pulled the ropes tighter, and now they're choking, not in a life and death situation, more of like... choking in despair.

They kept me locked up in the Avengers Compound checking in every hour just to make sure that I didn't do anything stupid, some will question me and try to make me talk but I wouldn't even look who was talking or let alone a simple 'hi'.

However, today was a little bit quiet and boring since almost all of them went to a mission and probably won't be back until midnight, so, hopping off from the bed, I grab a bobby pin that was inside my boots and made my way near the lock. I would usually use my powers at this kind of situations but if I did that I'd trigger the alarm-

"Sir, we're running out of time." A woman's voice came from the hallway, and I immediately hid behind a door.

"I'm aware of that agent Hill, but that stubborn little Carter won't talk. Maximoff can't read her mind. Romanoff has...been out of her game. The Avengers are not focused!" He exclaimed the last part as the pair continued walking.

I walked the opposite way to the stairs and tiptoed my way up to the medbay, reaching my sisters room, I didn't go in, I just stood outside watching her and at least in that way I know that she's okay, she's just sleeping.

Closing my eyes, I focused on her bad thoughts, seperating them on the good ones so I could erase them properly and in just one move, her bad thoughts were no longer bothering her.

"Y/N?" My head whipped to the side to see who was talking, but before I could even do that she was pulling me away to another room and locked the door, keeping us both in the same space.

She stood in front of me, releasing my hand as I observed the room we were in, it was small and dim, and cold, making me anxious as my claustrophobic kicks in.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know they were following me..." Her voice was a muffled tone to me even though she was speaking casually, the room was shrinking and my palms began to sweat as well as my feet, breathing in and out, I focused to the only sound that I could hear but as I do that everything seems to be echoing, making my ears hurt.

Natasha's POV

I continued explaining myself but it seems like she wasn't listening nor even looking, she just stood there quietly as if she had lost her mouth, but before I could even ask, she immediately pulled me in a bone crushing hug.

And there, I remembered.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, trembling as she did, while burying her face in the crook of my neck, her breathing was fast and uneven.
"Tasha..." She let out, easily making me blush to the use of my nickname that she gave me since she haven't called me that in like, well, forever. "The room i-is shrinking... I — uhm, moving, crushing us—"

"Shhh, it's okay, baby, it's gonna be okay I'm here, nothing's crushing us..." I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her extremely close to me just to feel the warmth from her since her body temperature is always high, which always makes it ten times more comfortable hugging her than anyone. "Happy thoughts... just think of happy thoughts." I whispered quietly, rubbing her back softly to sooth her.

She continherued mumbling random words that I couldn't understand but that's okay, at least I know that she's still with me. A few more minutes later, her demeanor changed and she was no longer mumbling, I furrowed my eyebrows as my nerves kicks in, making it more worse.

"Y/N?" I stated softly, I slowly pulled back a little so I could see her face, and then I smiled.

There she was, eyes closed, lips parted slightly as she breaths in and out, her facial expressions seems to be in distress, so I immediately picked her up bridal style which caused her to furrow her eyebrows even more, I let out a small 'shhh' as a form of reassurance that she was with me. The thought of her being the 'bad guy' slipped my mind as my legs began walking straight to my room, but on my way there I was humming a song, and the longer that I do that, the longer that she seems to be more and more relaxed.

By the time that I tucked her in on my bed, she slightly opened her eyes a little just to see me, and then she smiled.

"I think that I like you too." She mumbled under her breath and I almost didn't understand what she said, but I did.

"What?" I asked but when I looked up to see her face, she was already sleeping. "Wait, Y/N, what did you said?" I asked, hopping in next to her.

"Shhh, I'm sleeping." She smiled ever so lightly as if mocking me. She snuggled next to me, pulling me near her so that there would be no space between us. I brushed a strand of hair out of her face and dropped a small kiss on her forhead, the corners of her lips turned upwards, revealing the biggest smile that I ever saw from her. "I like you morethan I'd ever admit."

Your POV

I woke up some few hours later, but it was already night time, and when I turned to look at the person next to me, Natasha had her eyebrows furrowed while her lips was turned downwards in a firm frown. I mirrored her frown when she quietly whimpered in distress in her sleep, twitching a little, which made me notice the sweat by her forehead.

She's having a nightmare.

Without even thinking, seeing her in pain wasn't something I could ignore, so, I placed three fingers at her temple, and seconds later, she was sighing in content.

Is it possible that if you stare at someone you like, it makes you like them even more, that feeling of familiarity pops up and just like that...it explodes. That's what I feel when I'm with her, with her I'm not a stranger, with her I'm morethan the girl the has no feelings, with her I'm me.

"Miss Romanoff, the team needs you downstairs, they might have new informations about Y/N Carter regarding on her past." The AI announced, which brought me back to my senses.

Natasha stirred awake next to me but her eyes were still closed. "Shit." I mumbled under my breath and I immediately stood up.

"Thanks FRIDAY." She responded and I widened my eyes. "Y/N?" She called out when she felt the empty space bext to her. I kept my mouth shut, cautiously walking my way out of my room. "Wait, where are you going?" She asked but I didn't look back.

But by the time I was out of her room I was greeted by the Captain of America. He furrowed his eyebrows, eyes going back and forth from me then to the door.

"She...had nothing to do with this." I blurted out, aiming to keep Natasha out of this. Steve shook his head in disbelief, briefly closing his eyes, so I took the chance to run.

"I have eyes on her." I heard Steve said from behind me.

"Steve." Came out from Natasha.

"Did you slept with the her?"

As much as I want to hear her response I couldn't. The agents were chasing me around same as the Avengers as I try and slip away from all of them.

"Stop running or I'll shoot." Iron Man threatened, holding out his arms ready to boom me out of conciousness.

"I know I killed your father -which also happens to be my father- but trust me, it was an accident." I panthed out. "Tony. I'm sorry."

"Stark." Steve growled lowly as if warning Tony to not trust me. I turned to face the Captain.

"I'm sorry, I know how much she meant to you." I apologized geniunely but he only narrowed his eyes on me.

"Tell us where the tesseract is." Bruce gritted his teeth, growing impatiently every second.

I shook my head. "No, I'm not telling you where it is."

"Y/N that thing is dangerous—"

"I know," I cut off Bucky. "Just let it be, it's none of your businesses, it's mine to handle not yours, so fuck off, if you guys don't—"

"What do you mean?" Natasha interjects, who was now standing next to Steve.

"Face it, Nat, I'm the bad guy, always have been. No matter how you flip the picture...it's always going to be me." I spat the words, which made her flinch. "And Natasha, for what is worth, stop chasing me 'cause you and I will never gonna work."

I probably will regret the last part since I wanted us to work, but reality is not like that, it's not 'once upon a time and happily ever after' none of those two fits in my story, so it's better to face the truth than living in a lie.

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