Natasha Romanoff stories

party gone wrong

The Avengers' compound was alive with the sounds of laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses as the team celebrated thanksgiving eve. Y/N who had just joined the avengers was exited to see all the avengers in a different setting and get to know the young avengers better. Kate, Kamala and Yelena and the other young avengers, being a bit older than her 18 year old self, already had some experience with drinking on party's, while Y/n was completely new to it. Y/n of course didn't shy away from all the drinks and wanted to participate and try everything, because of that, she didn't tell anyone from the younger group her real age. Just to be sure that she wasn't going to be send away when they started drinking

As the night unfolded, Y/N found herself joining the younger avengers in Peter's room. She found herself sitting in a circle next to Kate and Kamala, the combination of peer pressure and the excitement of being allowed to take part of this group, led her to try all the different kinds of drinks on her first night of drinking. Unbeknownst to the other 21 y/o, Y/N was not accustomed to alcohol at all, and the effects of the alcohol hit her faster and harder than she expected.

Natasha, who was always vigilant and protective, had noticed Y/N's and the younger avengers absence, but she didn't think much of it. It wasn't until Kate approached Natasha with a worried expression that she realized there was something wrong

"Natasha? I think there is something wrong with Y/n" Kate asked, concern etched on her face.

Natasha's eyes narrowed as she scanned the crowded room looking for Y/n, but she was nowhere to be found. Realizing the potential dangers of Y/N being left alone in her current state, Natasha's training kicked in, and she took immediate action hoping that she wasn't alone.

"Where is she Kate?" Natasha replied, determination in her voice.

"She's in Peter's room, we where just drinking! Now she's crying and I don't know what to do!" Kate told Natasha hurriedly 

Natasha made her way to Peter's room  through the compound. Finally she arrived, she barged inside and found the young girl huddled in a corner, visibly distressed. Kamala and Peter were trying to comfort her, but they had no such luck. The effects of the alcohol were evident, and Y/N was in tears, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations coursing through her.

"Hey, Baby," Natasha said gently, crouching down beside her. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Y/N hiccuped between sobs, her words slurred. "I'm sorry Natasha, I know I'm not allowed to drink but I just wanted to fit in. I-I didn't mean to drink so much. I feel like I could pass out every second now, everything is spinning, Tasha, and I can't... I can't control it"

Natasha's concern deepened, realizing that Y/N had likely drank way more than her inexperienced body could handle. Without hesitation, she gently picked Y/N up and quickly made her way towards the medical bay, knowing Y/n needed some help, quickly.

Once in medbay, Natasha gently laid Y/N down on one of the medical beds and asessed her condition. The late hour meant that the regular medical staff had left, and Natasha faced a difficult decision. Y/N needed immediate attention, and with no doctors available, Natasha would have to take on the task of pumping Y/N's stomach herself. Natasha was also medically trained in the Redroom, so that she could save herself in an emergency. 

"Y/N, baby, I need to pump your stomach to remove all of the alchohol in your stomach, if I don't you are likely to get alchohol poisoning," Natasha explained, her tone firm yet reassuring. "It's for your safety."

Y/N, still teary-eyed and disoriented, shook her head. "No, Tasha, please that isn't necessary. I-I swear!" 

Natasha gathered the necessary equipment. Y/N, was visibly scared and struggled on the medical bed. "Tasha, no.."