Marvel Women One Shots

Some Type Of Love- 😍🥵 (N.R)

Warnings: None, just very spicy.

Some Type Of Love by Charlie Puth- The kind of like how beautiful and, can't find the word to describe someone who is even more so than beautiful, that's kind of in the same vein too. 'Some Type of Love,' I don't know what this feeling is, some love, and it just sounds really good when you say it, 'Some Type of Love.' Just like that.

Natasha's POV
When I'm old and grown
I won't sleep alone, woah
Every single moment will be fading into you
That's some type of love
That's some type of love

I haven't been sleeping alone ever since Yn fell into a coma. The long beeping sound announcing her flatline was still haunting my dreams. I lost count of how times I've woken up from the nightmare of her flatlining. It gets better when I sleep next to her in her room. The team shifted her to her room as she was still not showing any signs of waking up.

180 days. That's how long I'm living without hearing her voice. I must be insane to think that I could live without her. She's my oxygen, my heart, and my soul. I want to grow old with her. I want to spend every single moment with her. This is the love I want. Why did I think it was a good idea to leave her? I should have fought harder. She wouldn't be in this state if I did.

"Hey." a soft voice broke my self-blaming session. Turning around, I see Maria and Wanda coming through the door with some food. I hadn't been eating well these few months. How could I when the woman I love is lying unconscious, not knowing when she would wake up? I gave them a small smile before I switched my attention back to Yn, looking at her sleeping peacefully.

I heard a collective sigh and got physically pulled away from Yn to the office table, where Maria sat me down and put a sandwich and a cup of juice. "Eat," she demanded. I huffed and rolled my eyes, crossing my arms, refusing to eat. Maria groaned as she pulled a chair and sat beside me, picking up a sandwich and putting it in front of my mouth.

"Don't make me force-feed you, Natasha," Maria growls, and I hear Wanda sigh.

"You need to eat to have the energy to care for Yn, right?" Wanda quipped behind me.

Staring at the sandwich before me, I uncrossed my arms and took it from Maria before biting it. I hum in appreciation as the flavors spread on my tongue, and as quickly as it appears, I devour the sandwich in seconds and gulp down the juice. Once I finish my meal, I return to my original place, watching Yn. Her bruises faded away with time, but the bruises in our hearts didn't.

As long she doesn't wake up, I think none of us will start healing. Everyone blamed themselves for not figuring it out earlier. Especially Carol. I watched the light in her eyes go out, like the line on the machines of Yn's heart. She stormed out of the medic bay and went rogue, hunting down the man responsible for Yn's then death. Steve Rogers.

We barely manage to contain her before she blasts the whole city looking for that bastard. But of course, once we knew Yn survived and was stable, we took turns doing a scavengers hunt. Though this time, we are not hunting for items. We're hunting for America's Captain, the golden boy. I guess heaven does reward does who work hard. Within a few weeks, we were able to track down his exact location.

That bastard was trying to flee the country. Thankfully, Carol and I managed to be one step earlier than him. Imagine his surprise when he realizes Carol is his window seat neighbor and tries to escape but is stopped when I slip on the seat next to him by the aisle. We knocked him out and called for emergency transport to escort him out of his flight.

Let's say he suffered a harrowing capture before we turned him to the organization. Fury might have or not have closed his eyes for the rest of the team to have a go at the golden boy. Though we suspect he gave the golden boy the last blow before showing the authorities the corpse of the dead captain. Reason for death, injuries sustain from resisting capture.