Natasha Romanoff One-shots

Fun Guns 🥰

Original oneshot from @wandaromanova from tumblr

Link to tumblr: https://wandaromanova.tumblr.com/post/657232765364912128/fun-guns

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N helps her girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff, with an injury.

Warnings: cussing, mention of sex, mentions of needles, blood

Word Count: 1.1k

You looked up from the paper in your hand at the sound of commotion.
You got up from your stool and made your way over to the door. However, before you could make it there, it swung open and your girlfriend, Natasha, walked in with Steve and Tony trailing behind her.
Your eyes widened at the sight of the redhead clutching her left arm, blood pouring from beneath it.
"Hi, baby. I got shot in the arm and I need you to patch me up." Natasha spoke so casually that you didn't even register what she said at first. When you did, you stared at her like she had grown two heads.
You gave Steve a look and he nodded, grabbing Natasha's other arm and walking her over to the medical table. You went over to a counter and placed on some gloves.
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Natasha was laid out on the table and you nodded to the two men in the room.
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"I can handle it from here. Did you guys need any help too?" Tony and Steve shook their heads.
"No, nothing some Tylenol can't help." Steve joked and you let out a small chuckle at that.
You watched as the two Avengers exited the room, leaving you alone with your girlfriend.
"I need to take your shirt off." Natasha raised her eyebrows suggestively at you. You rolled your eyes at her and carefully helped her out of the material.
"I mean I don't think having sex while I'm bleeding is a good idea, but I'm not against it."
You softly grasped her arm and examined the injury, ignoring her flirting. The bullet wasn't deep and there was no exit wound.
All you had to do was take the bullet out and close up the hole in her arm. Thankfully, it wasn't anything serious.
You turned around and walked over to some shelves and drawers, retrieving the proper tools you'd need to extract the bullet and stitch up her arm.
You dragged your stool beside the bed and Natasha sent you a flirtatious smile.
"Doc, I think I'm hurt somewhere else, too." Natasha grabbed your hand and placed it onto her abdomen, flexing her muscles.
You sent her a serious look and tore your hand out of her grip. You couldn't believe she was flirting with you while she was literally bleeding.
"This is serious, Natasha. You're lucky the bullet is in your arm and not somewhere fatal."
You scolded your girlfriend, taking a needle and inserting it into her skin. It was an anesthetic that would numb the area, so Natasha wouldn't feel a thing.
She was going to need it if you were going to shove some tweezers into her arm then stitch her skin back together.
"I'm fine, honey. You know I'll always make it back to my favorite milf."
You rolled your eyes at the title. Yeah, you had a five-year-old daughter. You were slightly older than Natasha.
She was 37 and you were 41. It was only a four-year gap, but Natasha never failed to tease you for the age difference.
You quickly went to work after a few minutes, just to be sure that the lidocaine had run its course.
You feared that the bullet would be hard to find, but luckily, it wasn't. You had found it fairly easily and took it out, placing it onto a bedpan beside you.
Natasha was completely unfazed by the entire thing. This wasn't her first time getting a bullet extracted. She was just completely entranced by you.
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She was basically gawking at you as you worked.
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Natasha admired the way your eyebrows would scrunch up in concentration, your tongue poking through your teeth as you tried to keep your hand steady.
Also, she absolutely loved how good you were at what you did. You were the best doctor in New York, which is why you were hired to work for the Avengers.
They definitely needed the best they could get considering the massive battles they always find themselves in.
Natasha had pursued you for quite a while, but you never exactly gave in. You were a professional and you knew that having a romantic relationship with a patient wasn't right.
But she was Natasha fucking Romanoff; no one could resist her. So, eventually, after months of the redhead's persistency, you had agreed to a date with the redhead and the rest was history.
"You almost done, doc?" Natasha asked as you placed the last few stitches into her arm. You snipped off the excess suture.
"I just finished. You know the drill, don't move your arm around too much. You need to come back in a week or so to get them removed."
You gave Natasha instructions as you cleaned up after yourself. However, the redhead extended her arm slowly, grabbing your wrist in her hand.
"Thank you, milfy." You let out a small laugh at her words and Natasha smiled at the sound.
"You're welcome, foxy." You uttered the nickname that Natasha absolutely hated.
One day in the earlier stages of your relationship, you had referred to Natasha as a fox, her red hair reminding you of the animal.
The Russian absolutely hated it and practically fought you every time you'd call her by that name.
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"You're suddenly not my favorite milf anymore." Natasha mumbled, letting go of your wrist, allowing you to throw away the remaining trash.
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"Oh yeah? And who is your favorite milf now?" You teasingly asked, going to sit by her side once more.
"Wanda." You let out a full-hearted laugh at her response. You shook your head frantically.
"Well, I don't blame you. She's my favorite milf too." Natasha sent you a glare. You sharply raised your eyebrow at her.
"Don't give me that look! You mentioned Wanda first!" Natasha pouted and you leaned forward, giving her a quick peck.
When you moved back, a wide smile was now spread across the assassin's face.
"Seriously though, you need to be more careful. I know you have me to help you out, but that doesn't mean you need to get hurt all the time."
You frowned and Natasha stared into your eyes softly, her green irises shining with love.
"I promise I'll be more careful, but you gotta admit that it's fun being able to see these guns. Come on, admit it, it's fun."
Natasha flexed her good arm, showing off her toned muscles. She also clenched her stomach, accentuating her abs.
You let out a dramatic sigh, placing your hand on top of her stomach.
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"It's fun to see those guns."
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"See! I knew it. I knew you liked them."