natasha romanoff one-shots (gxg)

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a/n: nat's sick and you take care of her

You feel Natasha stirring next to you even before you're awake. It's still very early in the morning, not even 5am, and the moon is visible on the sky.

"Nat?", you mumble and turn around to check on her. She was moving and coughing in her sleep, a tiny frown on her face. You softly shake her until she finally opens her eyes with a groan. "Are you okay, love?"

"Mhm", she croaks out and coughs as she closes her eyes again. "Just a little sick. But don't worry, Y/N, I'm fine."

"Fine?" You stare at her. Natasha's face is pale and she has drops of sweat dribbling down her temples. "Wait a second." You get up and shuffle across the cold wooden floor towards the dresser. There you open a drawer and take out the medicine box.

Back in your bed again, you take the thermometer and and put it into her ear as you clicked the tiny button on the side. It beeps and you look at the result.

"101,3°F", you say silently. (38,5°C) "Nat, you have a fever."

"No I don't", she mumbles and pulls the blanket tighter around herself. You watch her with concern as she sniffles.

"You do", you say sternly and put another comforter on top of your girlfriend. She rolls her eyes. "Does your throat hurt?", you then ask and already grabbed a bottle of throat drops, opening it quickly. The smell of eucalyptus fills your nose immediately.

She hesitates for a second and then nods slowly. You gently give her two drops and wait for her to put them into her mouth. Then you get up again, the hot water bottle and a box of immune support tea in your hands.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?", she asks from underneath the thick layer of blankets. You grin.

"I'll be back in a minute, Nat. Don't worry." You go downstairs into the kitchen where you boil water for the tea and the bottle. It takes a few minutes for the tea to steep and you spend that time slicing up a lemon and getting the honey from the shelf. Soon enough everything is done and you put it on a tray to carry it upstairs again.

You knew Natasha had a hard time accepting help or care from you. She was raised in a staged family and was then brought to the Red Room - and no matter where she was, nothing ever felt like home to her. Not her parents, Melina and Alexei, or her sister Yelena. Everything seemed fake. Worthless. And that had left scars on her that made her feel like she wasn't good enough to feel loved.

You hated that. There was one thing you wanted to do and that was love Natasha with all your heart. But sometimes it was like she wouldn't let you, even though she wanted to.

"Sweetheart, you still awake?", you whisper as you walk in.

She glances up, relief and embarrassment both on her face. You walk up to her and set the tray down on her nightstand. "Are you okay?", you ask carefully, rubbing your thumb over her cheek to soothe her. "Look, I got tea and a hot water bottle." You place the warm bottle on her stomach.

"Thanks, Y/N. You didn't have to do this", she mumbles.

"I love you, Natasha. I wanted to do this", you clarify and sit down next to her; her green eyes are focused on you and only you. It makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter and you can feel your heartbeat fasten as you feel the love in her eyes.

"I love you too", she replies and links her small finger with yours. Her hand was warm from the fever. You lift her hand up and softly kiss the back of it.

"And now..." You carefully take the mug of hot tea, "Time for some tea, Nat." You blow on the hot liquid to cool it faster. Your girlfriend watches you with an amused yet lovesick grin, remembering all over again how she fell in love with you.

"You don't have to do everything, Y/N. I'm still an adult."

"No, you are my baby."

. . .

After Natasha had finishes her tea, the two of you decide to sleep a little more. She cuddles herself into your arms and you can feel how hot her skin was against yours since she was sleeping in underwear. You kiss her neck a few times, reassuring her that you're there and aren't leaving.

You sleep until 10am and then your phone wakes you. It's Tony Stark calling, but you decide that you're far too busy holding your girlfriend to even pick up the call. Natasha smiles appreciatively when she understands that and buries her face in the crook of your neck.

You trail your fingers across her back, softly tapping them on her waist. She giggles quietly and pushes your hand away just to hold it in hers.

And maybe, just maybe, Natasha being sick ended up having its perks.