marvel one-shots // avengers x reader

Support~ Natasha

a/n: it's february... and she's making me watch home alone. it's not even one of the good ones. she's lucky i love her🙄

You sat in the quinjet, stuck between Steve and Bucky, practically unable to breathe. It was extremely uncomfortable and you just wanted to move a little which didn't seem possible in your situation.

As much as you loved the super soldiers, they were huge and you really needed some space. Your head was spinning and pounding, thoughts bouncing around for god knows how long until the warm bodies on your sides stood up.

"You coming?" Bucky held his hand out for you. "I just need a minute," you smiled up at him quickly before he nodded at you and followed Steve back to the compound.

Allowing your mind to spiral, you stared down at your thighs. You hated them. No matter how much your girlfriend told you how much she loved your body you always hated it.

Sucking in your stomach, you placed your hand on it, frowning when there was still something there. You knew it was just your organs but you couldn't help but feel disgusted by your own body.

A quiet knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts, "detka?" You frowned, you could hear Natasha but you still felt a million miles away. "Malyshka?" she crouched in front of you, staring up into your eyes.

"Can I touch you?" she asked you, quietly but firmly. You nodded your head, the action causing you to feel lightheaded and you gripped onto Natasha's arm to ground yourself. "Easy there, tiger," she pulled you into her embrace.

She handed you a bottle of water after she pulled away, lifting you up and sitting you in her lap, "drink up, the boys said you worked really hard on the mission." You smiled weakly at her in thanks before sipping the water slowly.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours, detka?" she brushed some hair out of your face. You shrugged your shoulders, playing with the strings on her hoodie to avoid looking at her.

"Hey," she lifted your chin with her finger, "you can talk to me about anything, you know." You sighed, "I know, I just don't feel like talking right now." She kissed your forehead, understanding.

Gripping you tightly, she turned you around so you were facing her and stood up slowly, "let's get you inside and cleaned up, beautiful." Burying your face in her neck, you inhaled her scent that you missed so much when you were away from her.

She sat you on the bathroom counter in your en suite, helping you take off your suit. Subconsciously, you covered your body with your arms. Gently, Natasha brought your hands down, holding them and kissing your knuckles.

"You're perfect, malyshka, I promise," she stared at you lovingly. Carefully, she carried over to the bath, placing you in delicately, like you were made of porcelain. "Do you want me to let you be alone?" she asked you.

Shaking your head, you shuffled forward, signalling that you wanted her to get in behind you. "I love you," she wrapped her arms around you as you sat between her legs, leaning back on her chest.

Instead of saying it back, you squeezed her hand, relaxing against her. Slowly, she reached for some shampoo, lathering it into your hair. You were secretly overjoyed that she used her own shampoo so you could smell like her.

After she helped you wash your body, she lifted you out and wrapped you in a fluffy towel. Noticing your shaking, she helped you into a pair of her sweatpants and a t-shirt that was far too big for you.

"You okay?" she kissed your nose. "M cold," you were shivering violently. "C'mere," she laid you down under all the blankets on your bed, getting in next to you and wrapping her arms around you tightly.

When she felt your convulsions calm down she kissed the top of your head, singing a russian lullaby to you as you drifted off to sleep encased in her warm embrace, "sweet dreams, detka."

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