Marvel Character Oneshots

Rock n' Rubble ~ natasha x reader

For  LittleHufflePuff95 <3

{this story takes place shortly after The Battle of New York in The Avengers. you were badly injured by flying debris}

"Oh, crap..." You mumble, stumbling heavily against the side of the mangled building. 

Millions of thoughts stampede your mind, but your exhaustion gets the better of you and you can't seem to hone into a single one. 

The ambulance doesn't seem to be far away, in spite of your blurred depth perception and focus, you try to limp over to it. The whirring of sirens hurts your head. You groan, holding onto your abdomen. I swear, it feels like my organs are gonna slip out.

"Are you NUTS?!" 

You wince at the shout, straightening up to see Natasha running towards you. A small smile of cracked lips and bloody teeth grows on your face as her fiery red hair and tired green eyes come into focus. She's heaving air in and out of her lungs, breathing like she never has before. Her hands roam your face, neck and arms before she loops her arms tightly around your waist. You close your eyes, tangling your dirty fingers into her hair. 

"Shit - you're burning up. Why the hell are you still here?"

"Thanks, Nat, I'm elated you're still alive, too!"

"Oh, shut up," she mumbles, pulling back to gaze at you. "You should know how I feel about you by now."

You bite your lip. 

She pushes your hair out of your face and slows her movements, a frown furrowing her eyebrows. She tilts your chin up to get a better look at your face. She delicately thumbs away the streak of blood running from your nose into your mouth, saying nothing as she examines your damaged features. Her breaths are uneven and quickening.

After a brief pause, your heart skips a beat as Natasha looks you dead in the eyes. Her voice is quiet and tense; her fury barely restrained.

"Who did this to you?"

You blink, stammering as you reply, "I - I don't know. I didn't get into a fight or anything, I was hit by a flying piece of concrete, I think. I've been out cold for hours -"

She growls, "I'm gonna KILL that stupid god," and glares at Stark Tower from a few blocks away.

"God?"

She rolls her eyes. "Yeah. The idiot who brought a whole-ass alien army to earth. You don't wanna know."

You laugh, but it hurts your side. Natasha's hand tightens firmly around you.

"Come on, let's get you fixed up."

As it turns out, you don't end up in the ambulance. Natasha takes you to a small infirmary on an empty Quinjet. With her hands working deftly to bandage you up and clean your wounds, you feel a bit awkward at the cliché of it all. 

"I know what you're thinking," she murmurs, securing a bandage around your upper arm with a safety pin. You're shivering from fever. I must look pathetic!

"What?" You lick your dry lips, smiling. 

"Look at where we are," she continues, her deep voice small and restrained, like she's holding herself back. "It's so 2010 apocalypse romance. A fallen soldier nursed back to health by the heroine."

"Oh, so you think you're the heroine?"

"What - you don't?"

"No, I do, I just haven't met a Natasha Romanoff who'll admit she's a hero."

She hovers above your skin with a sanitised piece of gauze for a moment. She cleans a graze on your cheek, avoiding your eyes. After a few moments, with your heart thumping, she puts it down and wipes her hands. 

"Things change."

You flash my eyebrows. "Embraced the Black Widow, have you? That suit is nice and snug, I don't blame you..." 

Your gaze dips, but she tips your chin up, muttering, "Uh-uh. Eyes are up here."

You hold a smirk. She inhales. 

It takes only another moment for her to give into you and kiss you, bruising you like nothing ever could - not that you'd complain for even a second. She clutches your face with both hands, steering your embrace. She smells like smoke, but there's a trace of her floral shampoo in her hair still that you remember from the shower this morning. 

Feeling cheeky, you unzip the front of her suit and slide your hands under the tank-top she's wearing underneath to hold onto the warm skin of her waist. She shifts you closer. Before you know it, you're on her lap. 

Reluctantly, you pull away, panting. "I... I need to slow down... fever..."

Natasha licks her lips with a laugh. "Right, sorry not sorry. I hope those meds kick in soon."

You breathe into her mouth, smiling as you reply, "Me too," and kiss her slower. 

Thank goodness we closed the doors.

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