Natasha Romanoff One-shots (Natasha x Female Reader)

Confession

Natasha Pov: 

Contrary to popular belief I do not hate y/n. I just avoid her because she reminds me of myself and I don't know how I feel about that. I do, however, know how I feel about her. I know very little about her, but from what I do know I understand she's been through a lot, like me. She joined the team a year ago and she is a definite asset to the team, she has a similar skill set to me, making it easier for both of us. I'm not the kind of person that believes in soulmates or that kind of stuff, but if that kind of thing were real I know that Y/N is the person. I'm not one for love but if it's Y/N I'm willing to make an exception. Does she know any of this? Of course not. Even if she did I'm pretty sure she would never feel the same way so I'm keeping this to myself. 

"Miss Romanoff, Mr. Stark asked me to inform you that we are leaving in 5 minutes," Vision floats through the wall interrupting my thoughts. 

"Vision!" 

"Sorry, I'll use the door," 

I slip on my leather jacket over my suit and leave. All of the other stuff has already been loaded onto the quinjet. I walk into the hangar and board the jet. Y/N walks on, her suit hugging her perfect form, her y/h/c hair pulled back into a braid, a green jacket slung over her shoulder. I tear my eyes away from her. She sits down opposite me and starts reviewing the mission briefing. I stare at her, she can probably sense that but my eyes are locked on her. 

"You wanna look?" she asks, looking up. I nod not knowing what else to do. She passes me the tablet, her hand brushing over mine as she lets go. My breath stops in my throat. Never has this ever happened, I've always been a hardcore, confident, bold person and I'm not gonna let a little crush get in the way.

We land and immediately we run into the attacked village. Having no idea what was attacking didn't help, but we need to get everyone away before we focus on that. I ran about, pulling families out from their homes and getting them to safety. The scene was chaos, fire, and dust everywhere. I straighten up and take a quick breath, my eyes flickering around to squinting at the dust trying to find some other people. Then something flies past, black suit, y/h/c hair, and a bunch of kids in her arms. She lands and pushes the kids out of the way as a blast hits her, straight in the stomach. My eyes widen in shock, unable to move. I quickly snap out of it and run over to her, pulling her behind some buildings. She was covered in blood, burnt flesh at the stomach, and a gaping hole the size of my fist. I rip off my jacket, stuffing the wound and applying pressure trying to stop her from bleeding out. My eyes subconsciously fill with tears, I never got the chance to say anything to her. 

"Y/L/N's down, she got hit and she's gonna bleed out," I shout into my earpiece, my voice strained with urgency. 

"Get her to Bruce! We'll finish up here," Steve's voice comes through the earpiece. 

I pick her up and run back to the quinjet, suddenly nothing mattered more than getting her back to the quinjet. This is the price of the job, you get hurt, you die, you watch other people get hurt, you watch other people die. I run faster, my jacket unable to hold the blood, she's got to have lost at least 2 liters of blood. I look down at her, even though the blood on her face was pale from the lack of blood. I come to a halt at the quinjet setting her down. 

"What happened?" Bruce asks rushing over.

"Blast to the stomach," nodding at the wound, tears streaming down my face unknowingly. 

"Uh, okay, get me some gauze..." He says examining the wound. I rush over, bringing an armful. Bruce begins packing the wound. The white gauze turning red on contact. I stand there my eyes glossing up. 

"Please...." I whisper quietly, under my breath. 

"Get me the intubation kit!" 

"This is as much as we can do until we get back," He sighs, "call Dr. Cho, tell her to meet us ASAP when we get back," 

I nod and quickly do as he asked. 

Y/N pov:

I groan as I open my eyes. Bright lights shone into my eyes and my vision was blurry. I look down at the wires and tubes coming out of me, at least I know I'm alive. I turn my head, as my vision begins to clear, to see Natasha asleep on an armchair next to my bed. She was the last person I'd expect to be here. 

"Natasha?" I croaked, my voice raspy and barely audible. She opens her eyes and rushed over.

"Oh my god Y/n, you're okay," she says looking me up and down. I'm confused, she never uses my first name and normally she couldn't care less about me. 

"What are you doing here," I say, my voice strained and not being able to speak louder than a whisper,

"I- uh," she stammers. She never stammers. She clears her throat, "well you're okay so I'm just going to get Bruce." She says quickly and walks out. 

"Looks like Dr. Cho did a good job, you're doing great." Bruce nods, 

"Thank you," I croak. 

"Lay off the speaking as much as possible Y/N," he says, I nod. 

I lay on the bed counting the tiles on the ceiling.
34, 35, 36, 37, 38...

Natasha comes back in. I look at her. It was surprising enough that she was here before, now she's back. 

"You okay?" she asks, sitting back in the armchair I'm pretty sure she's been in all night. I nod. 

"Natasha wha-" she cuts me off by putting her index finger to my lips, 

"Bruce said no talking," she says softly. 

"But-" 

"No, shush," 

"Wha-"

"Shut up or I'm going to shut you up," 

"But I-" 

She leans in and kisses me. I'm shocked, I never thought she'd like me let alone kiss me. She pulls away, trying to hide a smile. 

"Now shush," 

I'm too stunned to speak so I just go back to counting the tiles. 
1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
I thought she hated me
...6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11...
What if she likes me
...12, 13, 14, 15...
I mean she did kiss me
....16, 17, 18, 19...
But that could have just been her shutting me up 
...20, 21, 22, 23, 24....
could she like me?
...25, 26, 27, 28...
Do I like her?

"I thought you hated me," I say,

" Well, I don't, and I told you to shut up," she says looking up. 

"I don't care. So then why did you act like you hated me," 

"Because," 

"Because what?"

"Just because,"

"Why?" 

She walks over, her body hovering over me. Sending shivers down my spine. 

"Because," she kisses me again, "has it occurred to you that I might just like you?" 

"You like me?"

"Yes, and," she takes a deep breath, "you don't need to like me back or anything. I just uhm, you know," 

"And what if I do like you back," I prop myself up on my elbows, 
I have come to the conclusion that yes, yes I do like her. 

"Do you?" 

I lift my head up higher and plant my lips on hers.

"Does that answer your question?" 

She nods, unable to hide the smile on her face. 

A/N: so ig this is the first one in the book. IDK how I feel abt this. I might do a pt 2 to this but IDK. Requests are open, either in the comments or message me.