ScarWidow/Wandnata one shots

[♦️Too Much]

Natasha's day had been a never-ending nightmare from the moment she woke up. The vivid dream still lingered in her mind, leaving her feeling battered and bruised. The memories of being trapped in the red room, punished for her insubordination, and reminded of her insignificance in the world still lingered, making it hard for her to shake off the feeling of hopelessness.

She put on a brave face for her girlfriend Wanda, because even the thought of talking about it made her feel like she was drowning. She didn't dare burden Wanda with her troubles, fearing her girlfriend would worry too much. So, she pushed on, trying to find some semblance of normalcy in the chaos.

But things only got worse at work. S.H.I.E.L.D agents were swarming around her, the stack of paperwork on her desk continued rising, and she was stuck doing weapon inventory all by herself. The stress was suffocating, making it hard for her to breathe. And then, just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, a group of terrorists burst into S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters, guns blazing.

Natasha's mind was reeling as she took charge of the situation. She felt like she was running through quicksand, struggling to keep her head above water. Her body ached with exhaustion, every muscle screaming in protest.

By the time she got home, she was a shell of her former self. Her body felt like it was on fire, every movement sending waves of pain through her body. Her mind was numb, overwhelmed by the events of the day. She collapsed onto the couch, feeling like she was drowning in a sea of fatigue.

She lay there, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. It was too early, and besides, she couldn't sleep without Wanda by her side. All she could do was lie there, helplessly drifting in and out of consciousness.

Wanda walked into their apartment, calling out to Natasha as she always did. "Nat, I'm home!" The only response was a faint humming noise, which sent Wanda's concern levels soaring. She followed the sound to the living room, where she found Natasha lying on the couch, still in her work clothes, with dried tears streaking down her cheeks. Wanda's heart sank as she knelt beside Natasha, her gentle smile faltering.

"Hey, Sweetheart. Rough day?" Wanda asked.

Natasha nodded weakly, her eyes still fixed on the ceiling. Wanda's instincts told her that something was very wrong.

Undeterred, Wanda pulled out all the stops. She promised to make Natasha's favourite spaghetti, run a bath with her favourite oils and scents, and then they could cuddle up and watch some Netflix together. Natasha nodded again, but this time with a hint of resignation.

As Wanda cooked dinner, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. This was not like Natasha at all. The usually stoic and reserved Black Widow was normally as tough as nails, but tonight she seemed broken.

After dinner, Wanda cleaned up the mess and headed upstairs to prepare the bath. She lit the candles and added the essential oils, trying to create a soothing atmosphere. When she called down to Natasha, "Bath's ready, come on!" Natasha's response was a hoarse and tired whisper.

Wanda's heart went out to her girlfriend as she helped her out of her work clothes and off the couch, she felt a sense of trepidation wash over her. What had happened to Natasha today? What had triggered this breakdown?

But as she looked into Natasha's exhausted eyes, Wanda knew that right now, it wasn't about what had happened – it was about being there for her girlfriend, supporting her through this dark moment. And so, Wanda gently guided Natasha into the bathwater.

When Natasha finally spoke up again, her voice was barely above a whisper. "Stay...get in with me."

Wanda smiled as she joined Natasha in the bath, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend and holding her close as they sank into the warm water. The tension began to melt away as they sat together, the silence between them speaking volumes.

As they got out of the bath, Wanda helped Natasha into their pajamas, and they settled down on the couch with a blanket. Natasha lay her head on Wanda's chest, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over her. She wasn't even paying attention to the Snowpiercer series playing on TV, just enjoying the closeness and warmth of Wanda's presence.

Wanda's lips brushed against Natasha's forehead, leaving a soft, lingering kiss. "Talk to me, love. What's wrong? I miss hearing your voice." Wanda's voice was soft and gentle, but there was a silent plea behind it.

Natasha's voice cracked as she spoke, her words barely above a whisper. "I'm just so tired. My body hurts so much, even breathing seems like an impossible task. I feel like everything is coming at me all at once, and it's all too much. I feel like I'm drowning. Plus, the nightmares are back." Tears streamed down her cheeks as she spoke, her emotions finally breaking free.

Wanda held her tight, her grip gentle but reassuring. She knew that Natasha was never good with feelings, never one to admit she needed help or ask for it. It always made her feel vulnerable, and she hated that feeling. But right now, in this moment, Natasha was letting go, allowing herself to feel everything.

And Wanda was there to take care of her. She knew that Natasha felt safe with her, that she wouldn't judge her or try to fix everything. She would just be there, holding her hand through this dark moment.

Wanda's voice was a gentle murmur against Natasha's hair as she spoke. "I'm so sorry, Sweetheart. But you'll be okay, I promise. I'll help you with whatever you need." Her hands caressed Natasha's sides, a gentle touch that always seemed to calm her down.

Natasha's whispered response was barely audible. "Okay."

Wanda's tone turned playful as she spoke. "And I'm gonna go Scarlet Witch crazy on Nick for overworking you." For the first time in weeks, Natasha laughed, a genuine laugh that caught Wanda off guard.

"No, you don't need to do that," Natasha said, wiping away her tears. "He's scared of you as it is."

Wanda chuckled. "Oh, he should be." She pulled Natasha closer, wrapping her hands tightly around her.

"I'm not stupid enough to think how you're feeling is only job-related," Wanda said. "There's a mental aspect to how you're feeling, too. You're tired mentally, too."

Natasha nodded, her eyes still welling up with tears.

"So, here's what we're going to do," Wanda said. "I'm going to organize a leave of absence from work for a few days. We can sleep in, rest, and do whatever you need to feel better and get back on your feet again."

Natasha opened her mouth to protest, but Wanda cut her off. "I know I don't have to, but I want to. I'm not letting you go through this alone."

Natasha smiled weakly, burying her head in the crook of Wanda's neck. "Thank you, baby."

Wanda ran her hands through Natasha's fiery red locks. "Of course. Now come on, try and get some sleep. Just close your eyes, I'm right here."

Natasha hummed in satisfaction as her body relaxed, drifting off to sleep. As she slept, she murmured softly. "I love you, Wands."

Wanda smiled, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you too, my love. I love you too."

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