natasha romanoff one-shots (gxg)

𝐨𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐝, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮

a/n: natasha realizes she's in love with you. pure fluff
Y/NN = your nickname

"Y/N, duck!", Clint yells, making you quickly hide behind a car. Bullets fire over your head, narrowly missing you. You huff.

"Fucking idiot", you yell, getting up again and shooting at the guy who just tried to blow your brains out. The bullets perforate him and he crumbles to the floor, the blood soaking his clothes and dripping out of his mouth. You turn around again, feeling nauseous at the sight of that. No matter how often you see something like this happen in front of you — it'll always make you sick to your stomach.

But you don't have much time to think about that. Instead, your rapid reaction capacity is tested when a man on a motorcycle gets dangerously close to running you over. You jump onto the car, directing your gun at the driver and shooting him in the shoulder. He screams out, the motorcycle swerving until he falls off.

"Nat", you whine into the intercom. "Where are you?"

"I'll be there in a minute."

"A minute won't cut it", you mumble, glancing at Clint. He just shot a trick arrow at a van, causing it to explode. "This isn't going to end well."

"We'll be fine", Steve responds. "Get that guy on your right, kiddo."

You roll your eyes and turn around, your gun you're holding feeling like it's a part of you. You're so used to its weight in your hand, its shape, its carbon steel texture. You point it at the man who's running towards you, hitting his shoulder.

"Nat", you speak into the intercom again. "Help."

"Right there, Y/NN."

"Y/NN", Clint laughs. "Jesus Christ-"

Someone attacks him from behind, so he curses as he turns around and shoots them with another trick arrow. You grin to yourself, already thinking how funny karma can be, when suddenly something explodes behind you. It sends you flying through the air and catapults you onto a car, where you land with a loud thud.

Your vision gets cloudy. Then, everything goes black.

"Y/N?", Natasha calls as she runs up to Clint. "What happened?"

"She's over there", he yells, fighting off an another agent. Natasha looks into your direction — and her heart instantly drops. You're injured badly, and she knows it's not looking good. Your hair is soaked with blood, your leg is ankled awkwardly and you're clearly not conscious anymore.

The redhead runs to your side, immediately checking your pulse. A relieved breath escapes her when she can feel it.

Her fingertips brush over your face in an attempt to wake you up, get you to open your eyes — but you don't respond. Natasha swallows, her heart beating a hundred miles an hour.

"You'll be okay", she promises, gently scooping you into her arms. She doesn't even notice how her hands are shaking. "You have to be. Just stay with me."

It would be a waste of time to try and explain to her that you're already unconscious. Natasha's not thinking straight, and the only thing she's focused on is getting you help.

"Where are you going?", Steve yells as she starts making her way to the paramedics. "You can't just leave."

"She's injured", Natasha snaps and keeps walking, holding you gently. Your head's resting against her neck, your body is limp in her arms. It feels like she's swallowed a ball, that's how closed up her throat is.

She makes her way through the debris and destruction, careful not to trip over anything. Her eyes keep flickering down to your face in a hopeful state of desperation, constantly checking whether a miracle might've happened. She wants nothing more than to see your eyes again.