Marvel Females Fanfiction

1. ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ

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Warnings: Anxiety themes, Overthinking, Super cute ending

Words: 850+

I felt it before I even opened my eyes. I could feel the heaviness in my chest and the turning in my stomach. Immediately, I tried to steady my breathing and ground myself so I wouldn't wake up Nat. I realized very quickly that what I was doing was not working. I needed Nat. So I mustered up all the energy I could and threw my arm over to her spot on the bed only to find it empty. Quickly my eyes open, trying to see if she somehow was sleeping completely on the edge. She wasn't there. "Nat?" I say barely above a whisper, "Nat?" I say again slightly louder while looking around. No response. With a grunt I pull the sheets up and over my head. Slowly falling back asleep.

I'm not sure how long passes before I'm stirring awake from hearing movement around the room. Propping myself up on my elbows to find the threat. The redhead notices the movement and begins trying to coax me back to sleep. "Shhh, baby. You can go back to sleep." Natasha says while running her fingers through my hair. My eyes go to close immediately, enjoying the safety of her actions. "Natty," I pause briefly, "Is it okay if we just lay in bed today?" This causes Natasha to stop her actions for just a second before continuing again. "Of course, my love. Would it be okay if I went and made us some breakfast quickly?" I nod and she heads out of the bedroom.

The second the door closes, I regret letting her go. All the comfort she had given in those quick moments disappeared. Slowly, I lay back down and curl up into a ball under the covers. My mind is starting to scream at me and I'm too tired to want to fight against what's being said. It's exhausting having to constantly fight your mind. I'm starting to feel more and more guilty of constantly leaning on my girlfriend. She is always so bus-

My thoughts are cut off by the sound of our shared bedroom door closing. "Hey, baby. I have gotten us some eggs, toasts, and two glasses of apple juice. Oh, I even cut up some fruit for us to share." Natasha said with a smile on her face as she set down the tray holding the food onto the bed. She quickly kicked off her shoes from her morning training, getting under the covers and pulling me up towards her, setting my back against her front. Leaning into my right ear she says, "I know that little mind is running very fast right now. I want to remind you that I love you and that I am here for you." ending her sentence with a kiss to my ear.

I pull the tray up to lay on my lap. Exhaling deeply, I turn towards the red head. "Thank you. Thank you for staying with me." She just shakes her head to dismiss what I'm saying. Grabbing a piece of fruit, she brings it up to my lips. Tapping once as a signal for me to open my mouth. Following her wishes, I open my mouth and then close, beginning to eat the fruit. I try to hold back the giggle threatening to escape but it's useless, causing the redhead to smile. Natasha knows how funny I think it is when she goes to feed me.

We continue on eating breakfast without much conversation. Just as I finished the last of my apple juice, Nat speaks up. "As much as I would love to not leave this bed today, my dear, I am in need of a shower after this morning's workout," before I can realize what's happening, I'm being carried into the bathroom "and you are coming with me." She sets me onto the counter and I jump slightly from the cold hitting my bare thighs. After turning the water to the appropriate temperature, she begins to undress. I watch her move so gracefully, completely in a trance at the sight before me. No matter how many times I have seen Natasha's body I am still blown away every time. Once she's completely stripped, she stands in front of me and lifts up my arms. Grabbing the hem of my oversized t-shirt, she pulls it up and off in a swift movement.

We just look at each other for a second before I lean in, placing a soft kiss to her nose. Her hands grab my waist helping me off the counter then sliding down to the waistband of my underwear to remove them. Natasha never breaks eye contact when undressing me. As if she's trying to tell me something with her eyes.

Interlocking our fingers, Nat slowly pulls me into the shower. At first she's blocking most of the water but slowly changes our position to grab the shampoo. After putting some into her hands, she brings them to my head and begins washing my hair. "Y/N, You never need to feel guilty about needing a break. I know how strong you are and I know you can handle yourself. But I want you to know that you're safe with me if you ever need some help. I love you."