WIDOWS ANGEL|| NATASHA X YN

Chapter 3 -accident

Natasha woke to an empty room, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. She woke up from a nightmare about y/n. A knot of unease tightened in her chest.

She dressed quickly, her mind racing. As she made her way to the common room, she found Steve and Tony in a serious discussion.

"Where's Y/N?" Natasha asked, her voice tense.

Steve looked up, his expression grim. "They were sent on an urgent mission last night. No time for goodbyes. We needed their skills."

Natasha's heart sank. She hated the idea of Y/N going off without a word. "How long until they're back?"

Before Steve could answer, an alert sounded through the tower. Natasha's stomach churned as she heard the words she dreaded.

"Team, we have an emergency. Y/N's mission went south. They're being brought back to the Medbay, critical condition."

Natasha's blood ran cold. Without another word, she sprinted to the Medbay, her mind a whirl of fear and guilt.

When she arrived, Y/N was already there, unconscious and hooked up to various monitors and IVs. Their usually vibrant face was pale and bruised, and Natasha felt a pang of anguish.

She pulled up a chair and sat by Y/N's side, her hand gently enclosing theirs. "I'm here, Y/N," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Please, wake up. You have to be okay."

Hours passed, the steady beep of the heart monitor the only sound. Natasha remained vigilant, her eyes never leaving Y/N's face. She thought about all the things she hadn't said, the emotions she had kept hidden. Tears stung her eyes as she realized how much she needed Y/N to be okay, how much she had come to care for them.

Finally, as the first rays of dawn began to break, Y/N's eyes fluttered open. Natasha leaned forward, her heart leaping with hope.

"Natasha?" Y/N's voice was weak but filled with relief.

Natasha smiled through her tears. "Yes, it's me. You're going to be okay. I'm right here."

As Y/N's hand tightened around hers.

--time skip---

The days following Y/N's injury were a blur of worry and care for Natasha. She remained by Y/N's side as much as possible, bringing them meals, adjusting their pillows, and talking to them to keep their spirits up. Y/N was on strict bed rest, and Natasha took her role as caregiver seriously.

Y/N, however, was growing restless. They appreciated Natasha's attention and care, but the confines of the Medbay were driving them stir crazy. Each day felt longer than the last, and Y/N's normally active lifestyle made the enforced stillness even more unbearable.

"Natasha, you don't have to stay here all the time," Y/N said one morning, trying to hide their frustration behind a smile. "You should go train, clear your head. I'll be fine."

Natasha gave them a skeptical look. "Are you sure? I don't mind staying."

"I'm sure," Y/N insisted. "Besides, you need to stay sharp. Hydra isn't going to wait for me to get better."

Reluctantly, Natasha agreed. She squeezed Y/N's hand and promised to be back soon. As she left, Y/N watched her go, a plan forming in their mind.

As soon as Natasha was out of sight, Y/N swung their legs over the side of the bed. Pain shot through their body, but they gritted their teeth and stood up. Wobbling slightly, they made their way to the door, determined to stretch their legs and reclaim some sense of normalcy.

The hallways of the Avengers Tower were quiet, and Y/N moved carefully, avoiding areas where they might be spotted. They made their way to the training room, hoping to catch a glimpse of Natasha. When they reached the door, they peered inside and saw her engaged in a rigorous workout, her movements fluid and precise.