Marvel Oneshots

Natasha Romanoff x Reader - Target P2

The last chapter was something I wrote half asleep and I didn't even like it and so many people asked for a part 2
Anyway, here you go

Y/N's P.O.V.

I sat at the diner booth, nursing my milkshake, one hand against my ribs.
Getting stabbed hurt. A lot.
My head rested against the cool glass of the window next to me and I let out a shaky sigh. Closing my eyes, I hoped to relieve myself of the headache that had formed, but it was pointless.

"You look like shit." I opened my eyes, seeing Natasha moving to sit opposite me in the booth.

"And yet, you look stunning as ever." I mumbled.
"Everyone get back alright? Or did I forget someone, is that why you're here?"

"I'm here to thank you." She frowned.
"You weren't with the team when team when they came back. I was worried." I couldn't help but scoff at that.

"Sure you were, Tasha." I shook my head. I leaned forward, taking a drink of my milkshake, before sitting back with a wince.
She gave me a stern look and I sighed heavily.
"I'm fine."

"You're a terrible liar, Y/N."

"I don't need to be a good liar. I'm a contract killer, not a spy." I replied bluntly. 
"What do you really want, Tasha?"

"You're hurt. By the looks of it, really hurt. I shouldn't have sent you in there alone." She muttered, a guilty look on her face.
"Let me help you? I can take a look at your injuries, take you back to your place, there's a bag of money in the car. 50k. I know it's not a lot compared to what you usually get but-"

"If I come with you, will you stop talking as much? My head is killing me." I mumbled and her eyes lit up slightly. She nodded and I sighed, moving to get up.
It hurt like Hell, but I refused to let on how bad it was, not in public, anyway.
Natasha's eyes met mine, but she immediately looked away, her arm wrapping around my waist, giving me some support. I scowled, but internally I was nothing but relieved.
We both got into the front of the car and I let out a shaky breath when my body touched the seat.

"Fury asked if you'd join the Avengers." Natasha spoke quietly as she drove.
"I told him you're not interested, but the offer is there."

"Thanks." I nodded.
"And I'm sorry. I've been a bitch to you and you don't deserve it. I'm just not used to having someone around who actually wants to help."

"I know." She gave me a small smile. I gave her the last few directions to my apartment and it wasn't long before we were getting out, Natasha's arm wrapping around my waist once again. This time, I wrapped my arm on her shoulders, letting myself give in to the support.

"Make yourself at home." I sighed, looking around the spacious apartment.
"The fridge is fully stocked and-"

"Where's your first aid kit?"

"Bathroom." I sighed, pointing her in the right direction. She walked towards the bathroom and a few minutes later, she returned, looking at me carefully.
"What?"

"Nothing, I just... expected you to follow me." She seemed confused.
"You're clearly really hurt, I don't want to ruin your couch-"

"Don't worry about it." I smiled at her and she nodded. I pulled my jacket off and put it to the side, watching the spy as she opened up the first aid kit. She knelt next to me as I sat down band I was going to make a joke about getting her on her knees, but she said something.
"What was that, sorry?"

"Your t-shirt, take it off." She ordered and I smirked.

"Wow, Tasha, take me out for dinner first." I teased and she gave me a stern look. I winked at her, before taking the material and slowly lifting it over my head.
I hissed in pain at my side, before pressure was put on the wound and on my thigh. Dropping my T-shirt to the ground, I looked at Nat, who seemed worried.

"Jesus, Y/N." She began to undo the bloodied bandages and I looked away.
"What the Hell did you do?"

"Saved the Avengers. Got stabbed. Stitched myself up and passed out for 6 or 7 hours, before going for a milkshake." I let out a shaky breath.

"You've ripped your stitches, I'm gonna need to redo them." I swore quietly as she gave me an apologetic look.
"It's gonna hurt."

"I know. I trust you."

~

"Feeling any better?" Nat asked as I dried my hair off with a towel, sitting down next to her.

"Loads." I lied with a smile and she chuckled.

"You really are awful at lying." She shook her head and I leaned back.
"How are you really feeling?"

"I've been better, but I've also been worse." I shrugged and she seemed somewhat satisfied with my answer.
"I'm gonna be out of work for a while though, that's gonna suck."

"Yeah, you're gonna need at least a month to recover before you head out again. You're also gonna need someone here to keep an eye on you." I raised an eyebrow at that.

"Are you offering?" I asked and she looked at me.

"Who else?" She smiled slightly.
"I can kick your ass if you try and get out and then fix you up after I've finished kicking your ass." I laughed weakly at that, nodding my head. Her phone buzzed and she looked at it with a small frown.

"And what about the Avengers? Will they survive without the famous Black Widow?" I asked, half seriously.

"Fury's already given me the time off, there's just a few loose ends I need to tie up first." She sighed, running her hand through her hair, before looking at me with a small smile.

"Well go and tie them up." I nudged her.
"And pick up takeout on your way back. I'm starving-" I was completely thrown off when her lips pushed against mine. She broke the kiss before I could react, her face burning a bright shade of red. I blinked a few times, my tongue darting out of my mouth and licking my lips, before I grabbed the hoodie she was wearing, pulling her back in. She hesitated, before kissing me back, her hands cupping my cheeks as I practically dragged her to sit in my lap. I ignored any pain I was in, focusing all of my attention onto the woman I was kissing.
"If you don't go now..." I began, a little out of breath as Natasha began straining kisses down the side of my neck.
"I don't know if I'll be able to stop..."

"Maybe I don't want to stop." She muttered against my skin and a shiver ran down my spine.

"Good."