marvel one-shots // avengers x reader

Anxiety~ Yelena and Natasha

summary: you're feeling a little anxious and your girlfriends help calm you down (before anyone attacks me, nat and lena aren't blood related and in the comics they aren't even sisters so shut up <3)

word count: 773

You were just going about your normal day when you slowly felt unable to breathe. Brushing it off as nothing, you continued to watch superstore as you snuggled into Natasha's hoodie that you stole from her.

They were both away on a quick mission, leaving you in the compound as the other avengers casually lounged around. Your breathing became shaky and you felt slightly nauseous.

Standing up, you stumbled to the elevator and went to your room. You sat on the bed, trying to control your breathing, thinking about calming things like kittens and your girlfriends.

After about an hour had passed, your chest was still tight although the nausea had passed, thankfully. You heard the door open and your favourite ginger and blonde came in, their smiles dropping when they saw your distressed state.

"Lyubov, what's wrong?" Natasha sat next to you, holding your hand gently. You tried to talk to her but no words would come out. "Detka?" Yelena kissed the top of your head as she sat on the other side of you.

"You're okay, look at me," the ginger spoke softly, "breathe with us, in, and out." The blonde traced small patterns on your back as Natasha helped you.

Ten minutes had passed and your breathing hadn't calmed down, causing your girlfriends to worry. "Is something worrying you?" Yelena kissed your temple.

You shrugged, unable to think of anything too big that could be causing this. Natasha walked into the bathroom and started running a bath, adding some vanilla scented bubbles and lighting a few candles.

Yelena helped you remove your clothes before placing you in the warm water. They both sat next to the bath, smiling as they watched your muscles relax in the heat.

"Are you just going to watch me from the cold, or will you join me in the warm?" you smirked, keeping your eyes shut. "We're russian, we don't get cold. But whatever you want, dorogoy," Natasha mirrored your expression.

They both took off their mission suits and hopped in, Yelena in front of you and Natasha behind you. You relaxed into the ginger's embrace as you grinned lazily at the blonde in front of you as she got some shampoo.

She handed it to Natasha who started gently massaging your scalp with the apple scented gel. Washing it out, she washed her own hair as did Yelena before they helped you wash your body.

You stepped out the bath before they washed themselves, not wanting to sit in their post-mission blood and dirt. Slipping on Yelena's dressing gown, you sat on the floor next to the bath as they had before and let your mind wander.

I love my russian girlfriends. Oh my god why isn't that a cocktail. I would totally drink that. Just like a bunch of vodka with some fruit because we love a fruity russian or two.

Suddenly, you were brought back to reality by Yelena scooping you up in her arms and carrying you bridal style to the huge bed Tony had bought for all of you. She gave you one of her t-shirts and some underwear to put on before you lay in bed under the blankets.

Natasha tried to get in next to you, but you were clutching to the covers tightly while hiding under them, stopping her from getting in. "Lyubov, I'm cold, let me in," she whined. "I thought you said russians don't get cold," you murmured from your warm cocoon you had made yourself.

"Shut up and let me in please," you could practically hear her pouting. "Alright, alright," you giggled, lifting the covers next to where she was standing. "Hey what about me?" Yelena sighed, her accent filling your heart with warmth.

Before you could react, she pounced on the pile of blankets and landed on top of you and Natasha, "let me in." You groaned as she had landed on your ribcage, "okay, but you owe me cuddles because that hurt like a сука."

They both gasped, "finally, you've joined the dark side," the ginger smirked. "полагаю, что так," you giggled. "God, I love you so much," Yelena kissed you passionately before Natasha did the same.

"Wow, I would've learned three russian words earlier if I knew I would get kissed like that," you cleared your throat, hoping to distract them from the heat rising up your neck.

"Come on, let's get some sleep," Yelena pulled you into her arms, your back flush against her chest. "Goodnight," you muttered. "Night," they both kissed the top of your head as you nuzzled into Natasha's chest, surrounded by your russian girlfriends.

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