WIDOWS ANGEL|| NATASHA X YN

Chapter 4 -alone?

-- a week after the incident--

Y/N paced the empty halls of the Avengers compound, their footsteps echoing in the silence. The team had been called away on an urgent mission to confront a resurgent Hydra threat, leaving Y/N behind to continue their recovery. At first, the solitude had been a welcome respite, a chance to rest and recuperate in peace. But as the hours stretched on, the empty corridors began to feel oppressive, suffocating.

With a sigh, Y/N headed to the common area, hoping to find some distraction in the television or a good book. But as they entered the room, a chill ran down their spine. Something felt... off.

The lights flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows across the room. Y/N's heart raced as they scanned the area, their senses on high alert. They knew they were alone in the compound—or at least, they should have been.

"Hello?" Y/N called out, their voice trembling slightly. "Is anyone there?"

There was no response, only the low hum of the air conditioning and the faint creaking of the floorboards. Y/N's pulse quickened as they realized they were not alone.

They reached for their phone, fingers shaking as they dialed Natasha's number. But as the call went to voicemail, panic surged through them. They tried Steve, Tony, Clint—anyone who might be able to help—but each call went unanswered.

Desperation clawed at Y/N's chest as they realized they were truly alone, vulnerable. They had heard the stories of Hydra operatives infiltrating secure locations, striking when least expected. And now, it seemed those fears were becoming a reality.

With trembling hands, Y/N reached for the nearest weapon—a metal rod left behind from a training session. They held it tightly, their senses on high alert as they moved cautiously through the compound, every shadow morphing into a potential threat.

As they rounded a corner, they froze, their heart pounding in their chest. A figure stood in the shadows, their features obscured by darkness. Y/N's breath caught in their throat as they stared into the abyss, unsure if friend or foe lurked within.

"Who are you?" Y/N demanded, their voice trembling but defiant.

The figure stepped forward, revealing a familiar silhouette. Y/N's relief was short-lived as they recognized the face of an old enemy—one thought to be long gone.

"Zemo," Y/N spat, their grip tightening on the metal rod. "What do you want?"

Zemo smiled, his eyes cold and calculating. "Oh, just a little payback, my dear. For all the trouble your precious Avengers have caused me."

Y/N's mind raced as they tried to formulate a plan. They knew they were outmatched, outnumbered. But they refused to go down without a fight.

Before they could react, Zemo lunged forward, his movements swift and precise. Y/N barely had time to react as they dodged his attack, the metal rod clattering to the ground.

They fought with everything they had, their training and instincts kicking in. But Zemo was relentless, his attacks calculated and ruthless. Y/N felt a searing pain as Zemo's blade grazed their side, blood soaking through their shirt.

With a cry of pain, Y/N stumbled backward, their vision swimming. They knew they were losing strength, losing ground. But they refused to give up.

Just as Zemo raised his blade for the final blow, a voice rang out in the darkness.

"Y/N!"

Natasha burst into the room, her gun drawn and her eyes blazing with fury. She wasted no time, engaging Zemo in a fierce battle that echoed through the halls of the compound.

Y/N watched in pain as Natasha fought with a skill and ferocity that left Zemo reeling. She moved with grace and precision, every movement calculated and deliberate.

In the chaos of the fight, Y/N's phone buzzed with a barrage of missed calls and messages. They realized with a sinking heart that their teammates had been trying to reach them, to warn them of the danger they faced.

But as Natasha delivered the final blow, sending Zemo crashing to the ground, Y/N felt a surge of gratitude and relief. They may have been alone in the dark, but they were never truly alone.

--time skip---

As the days passed, Y/N's recovery progressed steadily, but Natasha's anxiety only seemed to grow. She hovered over Y/N like a shadow, her protectiveness bordering on suffocating. Y/N appreciated Natasha's concern, but they couldn't help but feel smothered by her constant presence.

One evening, the team decided to throw a party to celebrate Y/N's recovery and the successful Hydra mission. The compound buzzed with energy as music filled the air and laughter echoed through the halls.

Y/N mingled with the other guests, enjoying the lively atmosphere and the chance to let loose after weeks of confinement. But as the night wore on, Natasha's over-protectiveness became increasingly apparent.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Natasha asked for what felt like the hundredth time, her eyes scanning the room for potential threats.

Y/N forced a smile, their patience wearing thin. "I'm fine, Natasha. Really."

But Natasha didn't seem convinced. She lingered at Y/N's side, her gaze sharp and vigilant. Y/N felt a pang of frustration, longing for a moment of freedom from Natasha's watchful gaze.

As the party continued, Natasha excused herself to speak with some of the other guests, leaving Y/N alone at the bar. They took a deep breath, relishing the chance to finally have some space.

But as they sipped their drink, a sense of unease settled over them. They couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, of being vulnerable. And then, it hit them—a sudden wave of dizziness, followed by a creeping sense of nausea.

Y/N's heart raced as they realized what had happened. Someone had spiked their drink.

Panicked, they looked around, searching for Natasha or any of their teammates. But the room swam before their eyes, and they struggled to stay upright.

Just as darkness threatened to consume them, a familiar voice cut through the haze.

"Y/N!"

Yelena appeared at their side, her eyes blazing with fury as she assessed the situation. Without hesitation, she grabbed the offending drink and hurled it across the room, her movements swift and decisive.

Y/N's head spun as they tried to make sense of what was happening. They felt a surge of gratitude towards Yelena, but before they could fully process it, chaos erupted.

The man who had spiked Y/N's drink lunged forward, his intentions clear. But Yelena was ready. With a fierce battle cry, she launched herself at him, her fists flying with lethal precision.

Y/N watched in awe as Yelena fought with a ferocity that matched Natasha's, her skills honed through years of training. But their relief was short-lived as more of the man's accomplices joined the fray, outnumbering Yelena and threatening to overwhelm her.

Before Y/N could react, Natasha appeared at their side, her gun drawn and her eyes ablaze with determination. Without a word, she joined the fight, her movements fluid and calculated as she dispatched their attackers with lethal precision.

The battle raged on, but with Natasha and Yelena fighting side by side, victory was assured. The attackers were subdued, their plans thwarted, and the partygoers safe once more.

As the dust settled, Natasha turned to Y/N, her expression a mixture of relief and concern. "Are you okay?"

Y/N nodded, their heart still racing from the adrenaline rush. "I am now, thanks to you and Yelena."

Natasha's gaze softened, her hand reaching out to cup Y/N's cheek. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I know I've been too over-protective lately. I just... I couldn't bear to lose you."

Y/N smiled, the tension melting away as they leaned into Natasha's touch. "I know, Natasha. And I appreciate everything you do for me. But we're a team, remember? We'll always have each other's backs."

Natasha's eyes shimmered with emotion as she pulled Y/N into a tight embrace. "Always."