Natasha Romanoff One Shots

I've got you

Prompt: "I'm going to fix you up, okay?"

Warnings: being stabbed, meantions of blood, wounds and guns

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Natasha walked in front of you, her weapon drawn as the two of you were clearing rooms. Missions with her were your favorite, not only because she was a highly skilled assassin and spy, but also because you've developed feelings for the red head over the past couple of years working with her. You had never told her of course, with work and your friendship, it wasn't a priority, and you didn't even know if she felt the same way. None of those thoughts were currently on your mind though, you were making sure no one was following you as you moved from room to room. Your mind on the mission. One of the things you pride yourself on is how you can completely focus on the mission at hand, no matter what was going on in your life. You felt Natasha slow down, she reached out her hand to touch your back to get your attention. Looking over your shoulder you see Natasha motions for you to be quiet and with her hand she tells you there's a person around the corner, and her plan. You nod in understanding and turn around on her signal. Natasha quietly runs up to the guard that is facing away from the both of you and performs her infamous headlock to take him down. You cover her and move her way when he hits the ground. The thud of the grown man hitting the floor alarms two other guards that come charging at you. The two of you expertly fight them off and are about to move on to the next room when out of nowhere a knife lands in your stomach. You're too shocked to move or call out to Natasha as you're looking down at the knife. The owner of the knife is in front of you before you even realized he was there. You try to run but he is quick to grab the knife and twist it before pulling it out. That's when you're finally able to make a noise, you yell out in pain as you slide down to the floor. Natasha comes running your was as she hears your scream, realizing you're no longer behind her. She shoots a widow bite at him, to tase him, before shooting him in the leg. She rushes to your side and helps you up, "I've got you." She pulls your arm over her shoulder and supports your weight, moving you away from the guards. "Nat, what about the mission?" You say as you realize she's not just moving you to another room but you're heading back to the exit. "You are more important than the mission."

Arriving back at the little appartement you've been staying at for the past couple of days, she carries you up the stairs and only puts you down when you've reached the bathroom. "I'm going to fix you up, okay?" She says as she sits you down on the bathroom floor. You only nod you're in too much pain to speak. She hands you some painkillers and a glass of water, "Here take these." You gratefully do. She helps you take off your suit jacket and the shirt you were wearing underneath, both soaked with blood. "Okay, y/n, this is going to hurt." One of your hands covers your mouth, and the other finds Nat's shoulder for support. Natasha pours some of the disinfectant into the wound and you try not to yell out in pain again. She continues cleaning your wound once she sees your breathing go back to normal. Once she's got your wound all cleaned up and bandaged, she helps you to your bed. "Thank you Nat." The sentence was small, but she could see in your eyes how much it meant to you. "I'm going to make us some food, I'll be right back." In the time Nat is away to cook, you try to get out of your suit and change into something more comfortable and not bloodstained. You managed to put a shirt on easy enough, but your pants seemed to be a bigger hassle as you weren't even able to take the bottom half of your suit off.

Natasha walked in on you struggling with two plates in her hands. You noticed she had changed into her sweats and a shirt already. She puts the plates down on the nightstand and moves your way to help you out. Your cheeks turn a dark shade of red as she takes off your pants for you. This was definitely not the way you had imagined her taking off your pants, but it still made you nervous. Natasha noticed your cheeks and smirked to herself. She helped you into your sweatpants before joining you on the bed, where you enjoyed your meal together. "Hey Nat, can you maybe stay with me tonight?" She sends you a reassuring smile. "Of course, let me just put the dishes away really quick and then I'll help you to the bathroom, is that okay?" You nod with a smile. Being stabbed was not great, but having Natasha be the one taking care of you made it a whole lot better. As Natasha said, she helped you to the bathroom where you each brushed your teeth, and of course she also helped you back into the bed. You fell asleep quickly, feeling safe around Natasha.

You woke up with your head on Natasha's chest and her arm wrapped around you. You smiled and looked up at her face, only to see her looking back at you with a soft smile. Your heart skipped a beat and the blush rushed back to your cheeks. "Good morning." You say shyly. "Good morning, detka." You recognized the word to be Russian, but you didn't know what it meant, only that it had made Natasha blush. Natasha raises her hand to move a strand of hair out of your face and lets her hand linger on your cheek. You look between her lips and her eyes, your heart beating faster and faster as Natasha slowly leans in. Her soft lips meet yours and for a moment you think that you're still dreaming. But as you part and look into her eyes, you know this is real. You pull her in for another kiss and spend most of your morning like that. Taking your sweet time with returning to the Compound.